Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? What Kind of Third-Rate Shitstain of a Faction Was That!

Soon, the Sky Screen switched to the fourth scene.

Zhang San, a level twenty-one Soul Grandmaster and an outer perimeter patrol guard of Spirit Hall.

Compared to the miserable plight of the first three ordinary people, Zhang San's situation seemed considerably better.

He had been transported to the entrance of an enormous sect.

The towering gateway stood a thousand zhang tall, carved entirely from white jade, its presence magnificent.

Standing before the gateway, Zhang San relied on his cultivation as a Soul Grandmaster and showed not a trace of reverence. Instead, he straightened his back.

"Hmph, those three useless ordinary people are dead, so what? I'm a noble Soul Master!"

Zhang San snorted, a flicker of arrogance crossing his eyes as he looked at a gray-robed young servant sweeping fallen leaves with a broom before the gateway.

"Hey, you with the broom! Hurry up and tell your sect master that a dignitary from Spirit Hall has arrived! Tell him to come out and welcome me at once, or our Supreme Pontiff might flatten this lousy mountain of yours!"

Oblivious to his impending doom, Zhang San shouted, even summoning his Martial Soul with extreme arrogance.

Buzzz!

A translucent Gray Wolf phantom appeared behind him, and two crude Soul Rings, one white and one yellow, slowly rose beneath his feet.

He actually thought this display of Martial Soul Possession could intimidate the people of the Great Thousand World.

Yet the gray-robed young servant holding the broom merely stopped what he was doing.

The youth raised his head and looked at Zhang San as though he were mentally deficient.

"Spirit Hall? What third-rate native faction from a Lower Plane dares to spout such nonsense before the gates of our Profound Sky Sect?"

The young servant shook his head, his eyes filled with contempt.

"A piece of trash who hasn't even developed Spiritual Energy dares to release such a disgusting phantom here? You're sullying this place."

Hearing the young servant's mockery, Zhang San flew into a rage.

"You're courting death! First Soul Skill, Evil Wolf Assault!"

Zhang San roared, the white Soul Ring on his body lighting up as he lunged at the young servant like a ravenous wolf.

Facing Zhang San's attack, the young servant did not even move his feet.

Holding the ordinary bamboo broom in one hand, he let Spiritual Energy surge through his body and swung it forward with utter casualness.

"Scram."

Shhk!

The next second, a blade of Spiritual Energy Sword Qi dozens of zhang long erupted from that ordinary bamboo broom!

Before that terrifying Spiritual Energy Sword Qi, Zhang San's prized Martial Soul and Soul Rings were also cleaved in two on the spot.

Blood and entrails instantly splattered across the ground!

The young servant merely swept Zhang San's corpse into the roadside bushes without expression, as though sweeping away a pile of unsightly rubbish.

[Fourth Explorer: Zhang San, deceased.]

[Cause of death: provoked an Outer Sect sweeping servant of the Profound Sky Sect in the Great Thousand World (early Spirit Wheel Realm), and was instantly killed by a single basic Spiritual Art.]

[Survival time: twelve minutes.]

At that moment, four of the five light screens on the Sky Screen had already gone dark.

In less than twenty short minutes, four Explorers had all perished in the Great Thousand World in the most humiliating ways.

Finally, the gazes of every living being across the continent converged on the Sky Screen, for only one living Explorer remained there.

The treasured pearl of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong!

The scene shifted, revealing that Ning Rongrong had not arrived in some bustling city, but had fallen into a vast, white world of ice and snow.

This was the outer territory of the Ice Spirit Clan, a super clan with an exceptionally deep foundation in the Great Thousand World!

As far as the eye could see, ten thousand miles lay locked in ice.

Goose-feather snow raged wildly between heaven and earth, and fierce winds howled like knives.

The snow here was no ordinary snow.

The Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth in the Great Thousand World was so intensely concentrated that even the falling ice and snow contained extremely violent, freezing Spiritual Energy!

"So cold..."

Thinly dressed, Ning Rongrong shivered in the blizzard, her lips purple from the cold.

Usually cradled in the palms of everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she now looked thoroughly bedraggled.

Even so, her delicate, pretty little face still held little reverence. Instead, it was filled with impatience and arrogance.

"What a lousy place! I'm freezing to death!"

Ning Rongrong clutched her arms tightly across her chest, shouting furiously at the surrounding ice and snow.

Although real-time reports of the deaths of those four cannon fodder had likewise sounded in her ears.

In her extremely spoiled, conceited understanding of things, she simply refused to believe any of it was real!

"Illusions! They're all illusions!"

"It must be some mental-type Titled Douluo hiding in the shadows, playing tricks on my eyes!"

"This must still be the Far North of the Douluo Continent! Trying to scare me with such underhanded tricks? Not a chance!"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, her face full of defiance.

She tried to summon her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul to ward off the wind and cold.

But the very next second, her expression changed.

To her horror, she discovered that the Soul Power she took such pride in was like stagnant water in this world.

No matter how hard she tried, her Martial Soul could not produce so much as a flicker of light. It was completely sealed.

"What's going on? Where's my Martial Soul?"

Ning Rongrong truly began to panic now, but her deep-rooted domineering nature made her hold herself together rather than break down.

Just then, the crunch of footsteps on snow suddenly came from the blizzard ahead.

A youth from the Great Thousand World in an ice-blue robe approached through the snow, his hands clasped behind his back and his expression calm.

Between his brows was a faint pattern of ice and snow.

He was an ordinary member from the outskirts of the Ice Spirit Clan.

Seeing someone finally appear, Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately lit up.

Not only did she show none of the caution of someone in an unfamiliar land, she immediately resumed her lofty young-mistress airs.

She walked straight forward into the wind and snow, pointed rudely at the Ice Spirit Clan youth, and began issuing loud orders.

"Hey! You in blue!"

"Get over here and lead the way! Find somewhere warm for me to rest!"

"As long as you serve me well, once my Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone find me, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will reward you handsomely!"

Ning Rongrong tilted her chin up slightly, her voice full of imperious command.

In her view, once she announced the name of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, anyone on the Douluo Continent would have to obediently bow their head and act like a dog.

Hearing those arrogant shouts, the Ice Spirit Clan youth stopped walking.

He frowned slightly, looking at the thinly dressed girl before him as though she were an idiot.

"Where did this Lower Plane mortal come from?"

The youth's voice was icy as he looked Ning Rongrong up and down.

In his perception, the girl before him had not the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Energy within her, only an extremely murky and weak unidentified energy.

In the Great Thousand World, those who had not developed Spiritual Energy were mortal ants at the very bottom.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? What kind of third-rate shitstain of a faction is that?"

The Ice Spirit Clan youth shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.

"A useless mortal without a trace of Spiritual Energy dares to shout and scream in our Ice Spirit Clan's territory?"