Alliance agreement

The hall was spacious, with a huge round table in the center. The tabletop was made of fine Phoebe zhennan wood with clear grain.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo standing on his left and right sides respectively. The other elders sat on both sides.

Bibi Dong sat opposite her, with Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo standing behind her.

Qin Chuan and Ning Rongrong sat side by side.

The tea was served, and everyone took a sip.

Bibi Dong put down her teacup and spoke directly, "Sect Master Ning, I've come today to sign a friendly alliance agreement with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Fengzhi tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table. "Your His Holiness the Pope, could you elaborate?"

Bibi Dong nodded. "It's very simple. The Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will form an alliance, agreeing to non-aggression and mutual assistance."

Ning Fengzhi was silent for a few seconds. "His Holiness the Pope's suggestion is excellent, but I need to discuss it with the two elders."

He turned his head and looked at Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Sword Douluo spoke in a deep voice, "Forgive my bluntness, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been favored and trusted by the Heaven Dou Imperial Family for many years within the Heaven Dou Empire. If we were to form an alliance with the Spirit Hall, it would likely cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

Bone Douluo nodded, "Yes, this matter needs careful consideration."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly. She glanced at Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan knew in his heart that it was his turn to speak.

He stood up, smiled faintly, and said, "I understand the concerns of the two seniors. But in my opinion, this is just a friendly alliance between sects, the core of which is to facilitate communication and exchange among Soul Master. Besides, you mentioned before that you wanted me to open Game Hall at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School."

He walked over to Ning Rongrong and took her hand in his.

"Besides, Rongrong and I are of one mind. With the two of us together, our two families are already one family. What's wrong with forming an alliance?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo mentally gave Qin Chuan a thumbs up: Well said!

Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up. "What? You've already..."

Ning Rongrong blushed, but still nodded. "Yes, Dad. Qin Chuan and I... I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about this beforehand."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, and both of them frowned.

Bone Douluo, quick-witted as ever, suddenly had a brilliant idea. "According to the rules of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a son-in-law of the Ning family must defeat me or Sword Douluo before he can be accepted."

The elders sitting nearby immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, that's the rule."

Qin Chuan nodded. "Alright, a martial arts contest to find a husband? Okay, I'll accept the challenge."

Sword Douluo immediately added, "However, young friend Qin Chuan, your God of Drama Martial Soul belongs to the category of rules, which is somewhat unfair. Therefore, this type of Rule Martial Soul is prohibited on the arena."

Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately expressed his dissatisfaction. "You're going a bit too far."

Ning Rongrong chimed in, "Dad, Brother Chuan is just a Soul Saint, how could he possibly defeat Titled Douluo?"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned. "What did you say? He's Soul Saint?"

Ning Rongrong nodded. "Yes, Brother Chuan is level 74 now."

Everyone in the hall was astonished.

Ghost Douluo and Sword Douluo exchanged a glance, both of them filled with shock.

Only two months after the Soul Master Tournament, Qin Chuan has already gone from Soul King to Soul Saint?

This upgrade speed is ridiculously fast.

Bone Douluo coughed twice. "How about this, if you can withstand any one of us for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn without falling off the stage, you win."

Qin Chuan laughed, "Okay, then if I win, I can become the Ning family's son-in-law, right?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Yes."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo nodded as well.

Bibi Dong looked at Qin Chuan and asked in a low voice, "Are you confident?"

Qin Chuan simply nodded.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's outdoor arena was built on the mountainside.

The arena was paved with bluestone, spanning a hundred meters in circumference, and surrounded by white stone railings.

Below the arena is an open space that can accommodate thousands of spectators.

At this moment, the arena was surrounded by disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Everyone heard that Ning Rongrong had brought back a son-in-law and was going to have a Titled Douluo to find a husband, so they all rushed over to watch the spectacle.

Qin Chuan stood in the center of the arena, his long black robe fluttering in the wind. His hair was tied back, revealing his smooth forehead.

Ning Fengzhi, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Bone Douluo stood below the arena.

Ning Rongrong stood at the very front, her hands clasped tightly together.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stepped onto the arena.

With each step he took, the bluestone slabs beneath his feet trembled slightly. His long, silvery-white hair fluttered in the wind, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Qin Chuan.

"Young friend Qin Chuan, please." Chen Xin's voice was calm.

Qin Chuan nodded. "Senior Sword, please enlighten me."

Chen Xin extended his right hand, a golden light flashed in his palm, and a sword appeared in his hand.

Seven Kill Sword.

The sword is straight and long, entirely silver-white, with seven blood-red lines engraved on the blade. The hilt Entanglement with white cloth strips, which flutter in the wind.

The moment the sword appeared, the temperature on the arena plummeted.

A sharp sword aura emanated from Chen Xin, pressing down on Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan's clothes clung to his body as the sword energy blew them away. He took a deep breath and channeled his inner Soul Power.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

The five Soul Ring haven't been touched since the day of the competition.

The people in the audience were puzzled.

Chen Xin knew that Qin Chuan possessed Twin Martial Souls, and that his Second Martial Soul was only seven Soul Ring, which was quite strange.

His eyes became serious.

"Young friend Qin Chuan, I will not hold back." After Chen Xin finished speaking, the Soul Ring on his body lit up.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine Soul Ring, the last five of which are all black.

The overwhelming pressure of Titled Douluo descended upon the land.

Below the arena, Bibi Dong's brows furrowed slightly.

Chrysanthemum Douluo leaned closer to Ghost Douluo and whispered, "Old Ghost, do you think His Highness the Holy Son can last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?"

Ghost Douluo's voice was deep. "It's hard to say. Sword Douluo's attack is too strong, and the difference in Soul Power Level between the His Highness the Holy Son is too great."

Ning Rongrong clenched her fists and couldn't help but shout, "Brother Chuan, be careful!"

Bone Douluo stood to the side, a smile on his gaunt face. He thought to himself, "It's good that this kid backs down, so Rongrong won't be fooled."

Qin Chuan's face was a little pale, but he did not take a step back.

He closed his eyes, Sea of Consciousness, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm lazily raised its head.

"Brother Chuan, do you want to use my power?"

"Okay, Brother Sky Dream, please."

"Okay, I'll help you. But don't push yourself too hard, I've got another trick up my sleeve."

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's body glowed with a white light, and immense spiritual power surged into Qin Chuan's body.

Qin Chuan opened his eyes.

His originally black pupils turned into a pale gold, and a deep icy blue light flowed within his eyes.

Tian Meng Samsara Eye

His first Martial Soul Evolution form.

Qin Chuan extended his right hand, and a golden light flashed in his palm.

An invisible force emanated from him; it was a fluctuation of spiritual power.

Those below the ring sensed something was wrong.

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed even more. She could sense that Qin Chuan's aura had changed, becoming even more dangerous.

Chen Xin noticed it too. He tightened his grip on the Seven Kill Sword.

The First Soul Ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill: Long Sword Unsheathed."