Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 112: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School flees overnight, Bibi Dong's unease

Qibao Glazed Sect.

The atmosphere inside the council hall was extremely tense.

The teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand had fallen to the ground and shattered at some point.

His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, both titled Douluos, were also ashen-faced, their eyes filled with disbelief, shock, and deep apprehension.

"Haotian Sect... actually... also..." Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled; he simply couldn't believe the news he was hearing.

He was shocked by the annihilation of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan, but he was somewhat prepared, since the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan had a grudge against Xue Lingxiao.

But the Haotian Sect is different.

The Haotian Sect has been secluded from the world for many years, living in peace and detachment, yet Xue Lingxiao doesn't even spare them!
This is no longer just about purging dissidents and consolidating rule.

This is a blatant warning, a declaration of war against the entire Soul Master world!
"Feng Zhi, it seems our previous guesses were too optimistic," Sword Douluo Chen Xin said in a hoarse voice. "Xue Lingxiao is even more ruthless and insane than we imagined!"

"He's trying to wipe out all forces that don't submit to him!" Bone Douluo Gu Rong's voice trembled slightly. "Two of the three upper sects are already gone, and the next one... will probably be our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that now was not the time to panic.

"Uncle Bone, Uncle Sword, we must make a decision immediately." Ning Fengzhi's eyes became unusually firm. "Staying here means certain death. We must leave!"

"Leave? Where can we go?" Bone Douluo Gu Rong said with a bitter smile, "The world is vast, but in this Heaven Dou Empire, is there still a place for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

"Just because the Heavenly Dou Empire doesn't mean it doesn't exist elsewhere." A glint of light flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. "The Star Luo Empire!"

“You mean…” Sword Douluo Chen Xin raised an eyebrow.

“That’s right.” Ning Fengzhi nodded. “With Xue Lingxiao’s powerful rise, the Star Luo Empire must also feel a great threat. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Our only way out now is to seek refuge with the Star Luo Empire and fight against Xue Lingxiao together!”

"But how can we just abandon the foundation that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has built up over hundreds of years?" Bone Douluo Gu Rong said with some reluctance.

"As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn," Ning Fengzhi said in a deep voice. "As long as the core strength of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School remains and the sect's heritage is not destroyed, there may still be a chance to rise again in the future. If we stubbornly hold on here, that would be true annihilation!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin nodded: "Feng Zhi is right. Now is not the time to hesitate. Immediately gather the core disciples of the sect, take the most important valuables and books, and leave tonight!"

"Alright!" Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, also made up his mind.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's decision was quickly communicated to everyone in the school in an almost tragic manner.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong.

The once glorious sect of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which had stood for hundreds of years, quietly became empty.

Ning Fengzhi, along with Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and hundreds of core disciples of the sect, abandoned most of his family business and took only the most important inheritance. He secretly left the Heaven Dou Empire and fled towards the Star Luo Empire.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

As Bibi Dong listened to her subordinates' report about the destruction of the Haotian Sect, a deep sense of apprehension and a barely perceptible fear appeared on her stunningly beautiful face for the first time.

Xue Lingxiao's methods have exceeded her expectations.

She originally thought that Xue Lingxiao's purge of Tiandou would at most eliminate some of the noble forces that opposed him and consolidate his military power.

Unexpectedly, he ruthlessly uprooted even top-tier soul master sects like the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan and the Clear Sky Sect.

This is no longer a simple consolidation of rule; it is clearly an attempt to transform the entire Heaven Dou Empire into Xue Lingxiao's impregnable empire!
Any force that dares to challenge his authority or may threaten his rule will be ruthlessly eliminated.

"What a Xue Lingxiao! What a ruthless emperor!" Bibi Dong's voice turned cold. "He's imitating me back then, even more ruthless than I was!"

She recalled how she had also carried out a bloody purge in order to take control of the Spirit Hall.

But compared to Xue Lingxiao, her methods seemed somewhat "mild." "Your Holiness, Xue Lingxiao has now completely taken control of the Heaven Dou Empire. Will he turn his attention to our Spirit Hall next?" a cardinal asked worriedly.

Bibi Dong snorted coldly: "He wouldn't dare! My Spirit Hall has a history of ten thousand years and a profound foundation. How could the likes of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and Clear Sky Sect compare to us? If he really dares to attack my Spirit Hall, I will make sure he never returns!"

Even so, a strong sense of unease involuntarily arose in her heart.

Xue Lingxiao's growth rate is too fast, and the power in his hands is too mysterious and powerful.

In particular, the gray-clad man who could easily kill Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, as well as the invincible Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, made her feel a great threat.

"Pass down the order," Bibi Dong said in a deep voice, "Closely monitor all movements of the Heaven Dou Empire, especially Xue Lingxiao's whereabouts. At the same time, strengthen the defenses of Wuhun City and be prepared to deal with any emergencies."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!"

The Spirit Hall, a behemoth in the world of spirit masters, has become tense due to Xue Lingxiao's powerful rise.

Meanwhile, Tang San, who was on his way to the City of Slaughter, finally heard the devastating news of the destruction of the Clear Sky Sect from some fleeing Soul Masters.

"No! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Tang San was struck dumb, frozen in place, unable to believe his ears.

My father just died tragically, and now even my sect has been wiped out?

Snowflakes! It's Snowflakes again!
An indescribable sense of grief and despair instantly overwhelmed him.

He staggered back a few steps, then fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes glazed over, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes.

Why? Why is this happening?

What did he do wrong?
Why should his family and his sect suffer such inhumane treatment?
"Xue Lingxiao!"

Tang San suddenly raised his head. His once clear eyes were now bloodshot, filled with deep-seated hatred and insane killing intent.

He looked up to the sky and let out a roar like a wounded beast, his voice filled with endless grief, indignation and resentment.

"I, Tang San, swear to the heavens! If I don't tear you to pieces and grind your bones to ashes, I swear I'm not worthy of being called a human being!"

Overwhelming hatred, like the most potent poison, eroded his reason and ignited the flames of revenge within him.

He struggled to his feet, wiping away his tears, his eyes turning unusually cold and resolute. He knew that crying wouldn't solve anything.

All he can do now is survive and become stronger!

Become stronger than Xue Lingxiao!

Then, in the most cruel way, he would repay his family and sect a hundredfold or a thousandfold for everything he had done to them!

The city of killing.

It is a paradise of evil, a whetstone for the strong.

It was also the starting point of Tang San's path of revenge!

He didn't look back, but walked with heavy and firm steps toward that legendary place filled with bloodshed and slaughter.

His silhouette stretched long in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing lonely and tragic.

But a burning desire for revenge raged within him.

That flame will sustain him through the darkest of paths, leading him to his final judgment.

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