(Sixth update)
After Snake Lance Douluo fled the morgue, Ning Fengzhi felt somewhat uneasy. Spirit Hall had suffered a crushing defeat this time, and if Snake Lance Douluo successfully escaped back to Spirit Hall, too many variables could arise.
After entrusting Feng Xiaotian's corpse to Bone Douluo Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi followed after them.
However, as a Support Spirit Master, even though he was a top-tier one, he inevitably lagged far behind in speed.
What puzzled him was that before long, the people ahead suddenly came to a stop.
Ning Fengzhi did not dare approach the area where Titled Douluo were fighting. He merely stood atop the roof of a house and watched from afar.
When he saw that the ones blocking Snake Lance Douluo were once again two people in black robes and Demon Masks, Ning Fengzhi was truly startled.
"When did Yang Ming make so many mysterious friends?"
Ning Fengzhi felt a headache coming on. He had originally thought Yang Ming was merely a promising future son-in-law, but now it seemed Yang Ming carried many secrets. He did not know whether entrusting his daughter Rongrong to such a son-in-law would be good or bad for her.
Then, Ning Fengzhi's gaze suddenly sharpened.
He had abruptly discovered that one of the black-robed figures blocking the road exuded an incredibly powerful Soul Power pressure. Nine Soul Rings appeared around him, while he held an enormous pitch-black hammer in his right hand.
Wait!
A gigantic... gigantic hammer?
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
At that moment, Ning Fengzhi felt exactly the same as Snake Lance Douluo. His heart was screaming, Holy shit!
A giant hammer as a Weapon Martial Soul was far too recognizable, especially when its wielder was a Titled Douluo. The name of a top sect that had once