The Powers Are Shaken!

"Alright, I understand. Go back and get some rest."

Bibi Dong nodded thoughtfully, then waved Ju Guan away to rest.

"Yes, Your Holiness."

Ju Guan let out a long breath, and only then did the weight in his heart finally lift.

He then turned and left, intending to tend to his wounds first.

After Ju Guan left, Bibi Dong returned to her room. Sitting before her desk, she felt no trace of sleepiness.

The cold moonlight outside the window fell across her breathtakingly beautiful face, which was shrouded in frost. Her fingertips unconsciously tapped against the tabletop, producing a steady, faint sound.

"Two Extreme Douluo, along with more than a hundred well-trained subordinates of varying strength..."

Bibi Dong murmured, a deep wariness flashing through her eyes.

That force was already fully capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the top powers, perhaps even... surpassing them.

It was also not something she could easily control. Although Spirit Hall possessed Extreme Douluo and dozens of Title Douluo, half of them did not answer to her.

Thus, the only thing she could do now was wait and watch.

"Qin Feng, just who are you?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes and muttered softly.

She absolutely did not believe that someone who had been loafing around the streets just days ago, relying on nonsense to attract attention, could somehow gather two Extreme Douluo and over a hundred subordinates in only a few days.

The only possibility was that Qin Feng had some reclusive sect or force hidden behind him.

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong sighed. If that was truly the case, then Spirit Hall's plans to unify the continent would have to be reconsidered.

After all, no one could guarantee that Qin Feng's trump cards consisted of only those two Extreme Douluo and over a hundred subordinates.

Elsewhere, within the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin returned with a severed arm, and the news he brought was like a boulder cast into a tranquil lake, shaking the entire upper echelon of the sect.

Inside the solemn main hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Sword Uncle's pale face and weak aura. His normally gentle and calm expression was now covered in frost, his brows drawn tightly together.

"Sword Uncle, your arm..."

His voice was dry, filled with disbelief.

That should not have happened!

With Sword Uncle's strength as a level ninety-six Super Douluo, coupled with the Seven Kill Sword, whose offensive power was unmatched beneath the heavens, even if he had lost, he should never have ended up in such a miserable state!

Unless... the opponent's strength had utterly crushed Sword Uncle!

Those capable of overwhelming Sword Uncle could only be Extreme Douluo. Could that Soul Master with Nine Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings be an Extreme Douluo?

"We were all wrong, Fengzhi..."

"That was no ordinary Title Douluo. He was a level ninety-nine Extreme Douluo!"

Sword Douluo slowly raised his head. The brilliance in his eyes had vanished, leaving behind only the lingering fear of surviving a calamity and profound dejection.

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing before he revealed an even more shocking truth in a hoarse voice.

"And there was more than one. There were two Extreme Douluo!"

As soon as the words fell, Sword Douluo seemed to have been drained of all strength. He slumped completely against the back of his chair, his face ashen.

For a swordsman, losing an arm was not merely a blow to his strength. It was a trampling of his dignity and convictions!

If he encountered powerful opponents of the same realm in the future, he would likely be suppressed and beaten without respite.

"What?! Two Extreme Douluo?!"

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi cried out and shot straight up from his seat, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

Bone Douluo, who had remained silent at the side, also shrank his pupils, hardly daring to believe it.

Two Extreme Douluo!

What did that mean? It meant they had offended a force capable of wiping out the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School at any time!

At that thought, Ning Fengzhi paced back and forth, beginning to consider a response.

"Sword Uncle, are you saying they killed everyone sent by the major powers?"

Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi stopped and stared intently at Sword Douluo.

"That's right. Other than Ju Guan and me escaping, everyone else died."

Sword Douluo thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"If that's the case, then there's no need to worry."

Upon hearing Sword Douluo's affirmative answer, Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh, and the heart hanging in his chest finally settled.

Since the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School was not the only one to have offended those two Extreme Douluo, they had nothing to fear. If they were going to die, everyone would die together.

He refused to believe that Spirit Hall would simply stand by and do nothing, not to mention the two great empires and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family.

"Bone Uncle, notify the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School not to enter the Xingdou Great Forest for the time being. At the same time, send people to inform the two great empires and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family about what happened today."

Ning Fengzhi said gravely. Since everyone besides Sword Douluo and Ju Guan had died in the Xingdou Great Forest,

that meant the two great empires and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family were currently unaware. He might as well send people to tell them directly.

Then, they would quietly wait for the other powers to make their moves.

"Alright."

Bone Douluo nodded with a grave expression, and his figure vanished from the main hall.

"Sword Uncle, your arm..."

After Bone Douluo left, Ning Fengzhi walked to Sword Douluo's side and stared worriedly at his severed arm.

"It's fine. I'll have a healing Soul Master treat it later."

Sword Douluo waved his hand and spoke with feigned ease.

He held no hope of restoring his arm to its original state. Since ancient times, no healing Soul Master on the continent had ever been able to regenerate a severed limb.

"Alas! We shouldn't have gone."

Ning Fengzhi sighed, regret welling up in his heart.

Had they not gone, Sword Uncle would not have lost an arm, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School would not have offended two Extreme Douluo.

But it was already too late to say anything. All they could do was swallow their anger.

"Alright, enough of that. Sword Uncle, go have your wound treated first."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and did not dwell on it further. He stepped forward to support Sword Douluo and walked with him toward the hall's exit.

The night passed without incident.

Far away in the Xingdou Great Forest, Qin Feng did not sleep in. Instead, he rose early.

At that moment, he was sitting in the courtyard having breakfast, grinning foolishly all the while.

"Hehehe..."

Bald Qiang and Dajin, sitting across from him, heard that rather dim-witted laughter and scratched their heads in confusion.

The two exchanged looks, each seeing bewilderment in the other's eyes.

"Brother Qiang, what's wrong with His Highness?"

Dajin leaned toward Bald Qiang's ear and spoke softly.

"No idea. Maybe you're so ugly that you scared His Highness."

Bald Qiang casually said this after taking a sip of porridge from his bowl.

How would he know? If he could see through what His Highness was thinking, then he would not be human, but a god.

"Really?"

Dajin took Bald Qiang's offhand remark seriously. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, touched his cheek, and looked deeply doubtful.

Was he really that scary-looking? No way, right?