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Chapter 207 The Avalanche: Resignation and Helplessness!

The Haotian Sect must never follow in the footsteps of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!

This thought, like the last spark, sustained his almost collapsing will. He had to go back!

Everything that happened here, the terror of the Beast God Pavilion, must be told to Sect Master Tang Xiao in its entirety, and to all the elders and disciples who are still immersed in the dream of being the "Number One Sect in the World"!
A strong will to survive and a sense of responsibility as an elder burned tenaciously like a faint flame in the dying candle of his life.

He gritted his teeth, his gums even bleeding from the excessive force, and mobilized the last remaining, meager soul power in his body, enduring the excruciating pain from his limbs and bones. With his still-movable legs, he struggled and wriggled, trying to lift his broken body out of the mud.

He dared not walk on the main road, nor even approach any place where there might be people. Like a frightened bird, relying on years of experience and a vague memory of directions, he chose the most desolate escape route, full of thorns and rugged mountain paths.

Each step he took was accompanied by heavy breathing and suppressed groans of pain. The broken bones rubbed against each other as he moved, causing excruciating pain; the trauma to his soul made his vision blur, as if he would be plunged into complete darkness at any moment.

Like a wounded and dying wild beast, he struggled through the desolate mountains and wilderness, leaving behind intermittent bloodstains and muddy crawling marks.

Only one thought occupied his mind: Return to the Haotian Sect! Report the news! Warn the elders and sect leader of the Haotian Sect! Stay far away from the abyss of the Beast God Pavilion!
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In the depths of the imperial palace of Tiandou City, inside a side hall of the cold palace...
The Fourth Prince, Xue Beng, was no longer the纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled, dissolute young man) he once was, even if he had pretended to be. His face was pale, his eyes were empty, and he sat slumped on a cold jade chair without any regard for his image, like a soulless shell.

Ever since Wang Dong'er's kick completely extinguished his hope of having children, he lost all value in the eyes of his father, Emperor Xueye, and was imprisoned in this cold palace like a discarded chess piece, ignored by everyone.

A trusted eunuch carefully presented a secret report, whispering the startling news from the outside world.

"Shrek Academy... was almost completely wiped out by Poison Douluo Dugu Bo alone? Flander and Zhao Wuji are seriously injured and on the verge of death?"

"There's also a female student named Xiao Wu... who was confirmed to be a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form? She was captured by Dugu Bo and offered to Ling Han, the master of the Beast God Pavilion?" Xue Beng's fingers unconsciously curled up, his nails digging into his palm, bringing a slight stinging sensation that confirmed he was still alive.

Despite his imprisonment, his remaining confidants still allowed him to learn about the changing world. The powerful rise and domineering actions of the Beast God Pavilion repeatedly challenged his understanding of the world.

They destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the three great sects, and occupied the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy. Now they even dare to openly capture 100,000-year-old soul beasts... The speed at which this force is expanding is truly bizarre and unbridled.

"...Beast God Pavilion...Hehe, what a grand gesture."

He naturally knew that his "good older brother" Xue Qinghe had an ambiguous attitude towards the Beast God Pavilion, and even intended to befriend it.

In the past, he might have felt anger, resentment, and even plotted in secret to contend for that unattainable throne. But now, all that remained in his heart was endless weariness and resignation.

"The Beast God Pavilion can wipe out the three major sects without hesitation, and even dares to openly capture a 100,000-year-old soul beast... Such power has long transcended the constraints of secular imperial power." Xue Beng laughed self-deprecatingly, his smile extremely bitter. "Big brother, big brother, you've invited a wolf into the house. Are you trying to solidify your position as crown prince, or... are you going to hand over the entire Heaven Dou Empire to the tiger's mouth?"

He thought of his brothers who died "accidentally," and how he had managed to escape death by feigning madness and being unruly... He thought he could live a miserable life, but he never expected that after escaping his "eldest brother's" butcher's knife, he would be met with the even more terrifying Beast God Pavilion, and end up with no descendants.

Faced with absolute power, the so-called status of a prince and the so-called imperial strategies appear so laughable and pale.

"Enough... enough..." He released his grip, letting the secret report flutter to the ground. He slumped into the chair, as if his bones had been removed, his eyes losing their last glimmer of light. "This throne... this empire... let whoever wants it take it... I... I just want to live..."

He had completely given up resistance. Under the shadow of the Beast God Pavilion, this behemoth, he chose to lie down completely, hoping only to eke out a living in this cage.

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The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's main hall, shrouded in mist.

Standing before the enormous glazed window, Ning Fengzhi gazed at the surging sea of ​​clouds and the rolling mountains outside. This sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, known for his wisdom and composure, now wore an expression of profound weariness and deep worry. His usually gentle and refined demeanor was now clouded with gloom.

Behind him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin sat cross-legged on a specially made side seat. His face was still pale from his serious injuries, but his eyes were sharper than ever before, as if he had suppressed and concentrated all his sharpness after experiencing the pain of losing an arm.

His empty right sleeve silently testified to the horror of that day. On the jade couch beside him, Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, leaned back with difficulty, his body wrapped in heavy bandages soaked in the scent of medicine. His breath was weak, and he occasionally let out suppressed coughs that seemed to be tearing at his lungs. His face was ashen.

"Fengzhi, there's no need to always have that expression." Chen Xin slowly opened his eyes. Although his voice was weak, it carried a calmness and determination that came from severing the past. "Losing an arm is not necessarily a disaster for me. These days of quiet reflection have actually deepened my understanding of the sword path. This opportunity has also allowed me to see the road ahead more clearly, and my soul power has reached level ninety-seven."

"Now, my sword is more focused on intent than form. However... Bone Banyan's injuries require time to heal."

Lying on the other side of the jade couch, Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, forced a smile upon hearing this, his voice hoarse like a broken gong: "That...that old bastard is right...I...I'm tough as nails...I won't die...cough cough..."

He coughed violently a few times, blood seeping from the bandages wrapped around his body. "It's...it's that woman with eight wings...she's so damn bad luck to me...that divine aura...it feels like it's melting my bones..."

Ning Fengzhi turned around, his face filled with guilt and heartache: "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, if I hadn't tacitly allowed you to go to Lanba Academy to investigate, how could you have suffered such severe injuries?"

"It's my fault...it was my poor decision that dragged you all down, and it's dragged the sect down with me..."

(End of this chapter)