Ning Fengzhi told everyone present everything that happened in Spirit City Square today.
When I heard that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen led all the disciples of the sect to kneel down and surrender, swearing allegiance to the Spirit Hall, there was a gasp of air-conditioning in the hall.
And when Ning Fengzhi described Lin Ye's "six black and two red" horrors Soul Ring Configuration in an extremely heavy tone, the entire meeting hall instantly fell into silence.
Everyone was shocked by this news, their scalps were numb, and their minds went blank.
Six Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!
Two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!
This... is this real?
Are they not listening to fairy tales?
"Sect Master... you... are you telling the truth?"
A gray-haired elder asked with a trembling voice.
He really couldn't believe that there could be such a heaven-defying monster in this world.
"It's absolutely true." Ning Fengzhi nodded slowly, looking at everyone present.
"I saw it with my own eyes, and so did Uncle Jian and Uncle Bones. The sense of oppression brought by those two blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings is enough to make any Titled Douluo despair."
After receiving a positive answer, the atmosphere in the hall became even more depressing.
If we say that before, they only had a vague concept of how powerful Spirit Hall was.
So now, Lin Ye and the two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring are pressing hard on all of their hearts, leaving them breathless.
"Spirit Hall, the Holy Son Lin Ye, gave us seven days to think about it."
The voice of Ning Fengzhi sounded again, breaking the silence.
"I have to give him an answer in a week."
"Should we surrender, or... go to war?"
"I've called everyone here today just to hear your opinions."
After the words fell, there was still silence in the hall.
Everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to speak first.
War?
What to start a war with?
Are you going to hit those two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring with your head?
That's not going to war, that's going to death!
But surrender...
Will the pride and dignity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which has been inherited by Millennium Tier, be trampled underfoot like this?
No one is willing to accept it!
"Sect Master!"
Finally, a middle-aged elder with a hot temper suddenly stood up.
His face turned red and veins popped out on his neck.
"I don't agree to surrender!"
"We, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, are the number one auxiliary sect in the world! We have two ministers, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo! What are we afraid of the Spirit Hall?!"
"He Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has no spine, that's their business! We Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must not be treated as spineless!"
"If the worst happens, I'll fight them! I'd rather die than give in to those Spirit Hall bastards!"
These words instantly ignited the fire in the hearts of many people in the hall.
"Yes! Elder Wu is right! We cannot surrender!"
"Let's fight! Eighteen years later, we will be a good man again!"
"None of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples is a coward!"
The crowd was excited for a moment, and the voice of the main battle instantly took over.
Ning Fengzhi looked quietly at the indignant elders below and said nothing.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin behind him had a somewhat complicated expression.
Once upon a time, he thought so too.
But now...
"Quiet, everyone!"
Ning Fengzhi slapped the armrest suddenly, making a loud noise.
A pressure belonging to Soul Sage instantly enveloped the entire hall.
Although his Soul Power Level was nothing in front of the Titled Douluo present, his majesty as Sect Master still made everyone quiet down.
"Fight?"
Ning Fengzhi slowly stood up from his seat and glanced coldly at the elder Wu who had shouted the loudest just now.
"Elder Wu, let me ask you, how old are you this year? What level is Soul Power?"
Elder Wu was stunned for a moment when he was asked, but he still answered bravely:
"Back to Sect Master, I am fifty-eight this year, Soul Power is seventy-nine, Soul Sage."
"Very good." Ning Fengzhi nodded,
"You are pretty good among your peers."
"Then let me ask you again, Lin Ye, as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, is already level 85 Soul Douluo at such a young age."
"How many blows do you think you can survive against him?"
Elder Wu suddenly blushed.
A level 79 Soul Sage, going to fight a level 85 Soul Douluo with two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings?
Not to mention a few tricks, I'm afraid he can die on the spot with just one look!
"Why don't you say anything?" Ning Fengzhi pressed forward step by step.
"Aren't you very brave? Wouldn't you rather die standing than live on your knees?"
"Now, I'll give you a chance. Take your family and your disciples, go to the door of Spirit City, point your finger at Lin Ye's nose and scold him. I guarantee you will die with dignity!"
"I..." Elder Wu was struck speechless, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
He didn't dare to let him die by himself.
But the words have been spoken just now, and now I want to take them back, but I can't hold back.
"Sect Master! You... what do you mean by this? Do you really want to take us and surrender to the Spirit Hall?!" Elder Wu asked in a serious tone.
"Surrender?" Ning Fengzhi sneered, "That's nice to say. In their eyes, that's not called surrender, that's called 'submission'."
He paused, looked around the audience, and his voice became extremely heavy.
"Everyone, I know you are not willing to give in, and neither am I."
"But, have you ever thought about what will happen if we refuse?"
"Do you think Spirit Hall will challenge us one-on-one and talk about the morality of the world?"
"No!"
Ning Fengzhi's voice suddenly became severe.
"They will crush us like an ant!"
"Do you want to see that scene?!"
In the main hall, it became quiet again.
The elders who were clamoring to fight just now lowered their heads one by one, their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling.
"Sect Master..."
A mature and solemn elder stood up and bowed deeply to Ning Fengzhi with a sad face.
"We... we all listen to you."
"Yes Sect Master, you decide, we all listen to you."
"For the sake of our sect, even if... even if we get a bad name, we will admit it!"
The voice of the main battle disappeared.
What replaced it was endless sadness and helplessness.
In the face of cruel reality, all pride and backbone seem so vulnerable.
Ning Fengzhi Looking at the faces below that were full of pain and despair, I felt a pang in my heart.
He slowly sat back in his seat and closed his eyes, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
"Give me orders."
After a long time, he spoke again:
"In seven days, I will go to the Spirit Hall in person."
"I, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, would like... to surrender."
After saying this, Ning Fengzhi seemed to have grown older instantly.
In the main hall, there was a low sob.
The era of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is over.