She wore a simple, old-fashioned green inner robe beneath a long white coat, her chestnut hair falling to her waist. Her bright, spirited eyes blinked lightly, making it impossible to look away, yet the aura of a supreme expert radiating from her inspired reverence.
She was like a sacred white lotus in bloom, something one dared only admire from afar, never profane.
Golden Crocodile Douluo abruptly rose to his feet and stared fixedly at Jiang Huilian, sensing the soul power fluctuations of an expert at his own level.
Jiang Huilian cupped her hands slightly toward everyone present, then leaped straight onto the arena. Nine soul rings appeared beneath her feet: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!
A Titled Douluo's soul power bore down on the entire venue!
Sword Douluo instinctively stepped in front of Ning Fengzhi, gripping his Seven Kill Sword tightly, his eyes grave.
"Uncle Jian..."
"A level 98 Titled Douluo!" Sword Douluo said through Soul Power Transmission, employing Sound Transmission to direct his voice into a narrow line.
Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted slightly. Surprise first flashed through his eyes, followed by delight, then a deliberately displayed trace of disappointment.
It was as though he bitterly resented the imminent loss of the title of Number One Sect Under Heaven.
In truth, Ning Fengzhi was practically laughing himself mad inside. He had been worrying about how to get Liyue to stand in front of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Now everything was settled. By handing over the title of Number One Sect Under Heaven, he had found another shield to take the blows for his sect!
Who cares about being the Number One Sect Under Heaven? Isn't it just a title? What a merchant values is always profit. What do a few rumors matter?
Ning Rongrong,