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Chapter 217 Ning Fengzhi's Shock at the Beast God Pavilion!

Three days passed quietly, like sand slipping through one's fingers.

On this day, the air in Tiandou City seemed to be filled with a solemnity unlike anything seen before. Especially in the area centered on the headquarters of the Beast God Pavilion, an invisible sense of oppression and solemnity enveloped everything within a radius of several miles.

The once bustling streets were unusually deserted today. Pedestrians instinctively kept their distance from the area, only daring to gaze at the magnificent building complex, which resembled an ice dragon coiled in the distance, with a mixture of awe, curiosity, and fear.

As the sun rose, its golden rays shone down, yet they could not dispel the chill that seemed to originate from the abyss surrounding the Beast God Pavilion.

The imposing gate, engraved with a lifelike ice dragon pattern, reflected a cold, hard luster in the sunlight, resembling the tightly closed snout of a giant beast, inspiring awe and fear.

On either side of the gate, eight guards dressed in matching dark blue outfits with ice dragon patterns stood motionless like cast iron sculptures.

Their eyes were as sharp as hawks', and they exuded soul power fluctuations of at least the Soul Master level. Their cold gazes swept across the surroundings, and no movement could escape their perception. The sheer number of guards alone surpassed the resources of many Soul Master families.

In this oppressive silence, a convoy, under the watchful eyes of countless overt and covert agents from various forces, slowly drove into this wide avenue that leads directly to the gates of the Beast God Pavilion and is now a forbidden area.

The caravan was small, even somewhat unassuming for the reputation of the "Upper Three Families." It consisted of only three unremarkable carriages and a few guards.

Although these guards maintained a restrained aura, their movements were steady and their eyes were sharp, clearly indicating that they were all elite disciples carefully selected by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

However, the emblem hanging on the carriage in front of them shocked all the onlookers—it was a seven-jeweled glazed pagoda, meticulously inlaid with seven-colored gemstones, shimmering with a dreamlike radiance under the morning sun!

When the carriage was still a hundred meters away from the suffocating gates of the Beast God Pavilion, it seemed to be stopped by an invisible barrier and slowly came to a stop.

It was as if taking another step forward would be blasphemy, an eternal damnation.

The carriage curtain was lifted by a steady, slightly pale hand.

The first person to step off the carriage was Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Today, he was not wearing the magnificent robes that symbolized the authority of the sect leader. Instead, he wore a simple, moon-white long gown, which made him less dignified than usual and more reserved and calm.

His face remained gentle and refined, but upon closer inspection, one could discern the undisguised solemnity between his brows and a lingering weariness and struggle deep within his eyes.

Today's journey concerns the survival of the sect, so he cannot help but be exhausted.

Following closely behind him was Sword Douluo Chen Xin. He was dressed in white, his empty left sleeve fluttering in the mountain wind, adding to his air of solitude and determination.

His face still bore the pallor of someone recovering from serious injuries, but his once sharp and incomparable eyes were now like a cold pool washed by autumn water, even deeper and calmer.

The pain of losing his arm did not seem to diminish his swordsmanship; instead, it made him conceal all his sharpness within the sheath, making his aura increasingly dangerous and unpredictable.

He stood silently a short distance behind Ning Fengzhi, like a solitary peak guarding the sect. Bone Douluo Gu Rong also stepped down from the carriage. After several days of intensive recuperation, most of his external injuries had healed, and his breathing had become much more stable; he would be fully recovered in a few more days.

But his deep-set eyes no longer held the usual rage and unruliness; instead, they were filled with a near-dead calm, and beneath that calm, lingered the fear of the two peerless dragon mights that had swept across the sky a few days earlier.

The suppression stemming from his bloodline prevented him from even having the slightest thought of resistance.

Ning Fengzhi stood in front of the car, slightly straightening his robes, which were now free of creases and wrinkles, as if trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

He took a deep breath of the chilling air, and his gaze finally settled firmly on the gate of the Beast God Pavilion, which seemed to lead to an unknown abyss.

Instead of taking the carriage, he set off on foot.

This step covered more than just a hundred meters; it shattered the glory and dignity that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had cherished for hundreds of years.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing the same resolute determination and helplessness in each other's eyes, and silently followed.

Several core disciples followed closely behind, each step feeling unusually heavy, as if they were walking on red-hot irons instead of hard stone slabs.

A distance of a hundred meters was reached in a flash.

The guard captain, a middle-aged man whose soul power had reached the Soul King level, swept his gaze across the crowd in an instant, especially lingering on Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin for a moment.

However, there was no awe or unease in his eyes when facing the leaders of the three upper sects; only a cold, businesslike scrutiny.

"Who goes there? What brings you to the Beast God Pavilion?" The captain of the guards' voice was calm and cold, devoid of any emotion.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, bowed slightly to the Soul King-level guard, and spoke in a calm yet respectful tone, adopting an extremely humble posture: "Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, along with Elders Chen Xin and Gu Rong, have come to pay a visit to Pavilion Master Ling Han of the Beast God Pavilion."

"I have already sent my visiting card; please pass it on."

The captain of the guard nodded, seemingly having already received instructions from his superiors. He stepped aside to make way, making a simple yet firm "please" gesture, his voice still calm: "The Pavilion Master is already aware. Please follow me."

As they passed through the massive, heavy gate that seemed to separate two worlds and stepped into the Beast God Pavilion, Ning Fengzhi and the others felt a sudden tightness around them!
A surge of soul power, several times more concentrated and pure than that of the outside world, mixed with a faint yet chilling pressure that pierced the depths of their souls, came from all directions like an invisible tide, causing their soul power to involuntarily stagnate slightly.

As far as the eye can see, pavilions and towers are scattered in an orderly manner, all constructed with rare metals and jade, with a unified and imposing style.

Whether it was a patrol team or a deacon or disciple passing by in a hurry, without exception, they all had a powerful aura, sharp eyes with a murderous intent, and the lowest soul power fluctuations were at the Soul Venerable level. Soul Sect and Soul King were everywhere, and occasionally one could even feel the aura of the Soul Emperor level flash by!

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exchanged a glance without making a sound, and both saw undisguised shock and even deeper fear in each other's eyes.

This Beast God Pavilion not only possesses top-tier combat power that defies common sense, but the strength of its grassroots forces and the overall quality also far exceed their expectations!
(End of this chapter)