Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 236 Surrender, the Final Respect
Flander and Yu Xiaogang exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness and acceptance in each other's eyes. What right did they have to complain now?

“We agree,” Flander said in a deep voice.

An agreement was reached. The Shrek Seven Devils temporarily settled down in the dilapidated Beast Academy.

Conditions were harsh, the dormitories were drafty, and the food was rough, but compared to the previous life on the run, it was paradise.

However, physical stability cannot soothe the wounds and anxieties of the heart.

Tang San devoted himself to cultivation almost without sleep. At the same time, he began frantically tinkering with some strange metals and parts—those were Tang Clan's hidden weapons.

"Poison, hidden weapons, the Mysterious Heaven Skill... these are the only things I can rely on to quickly increase my strength now." Tang San's eyes burned with a fanatical flame. "Beast God Pavilion... Dugu Bo... you wait! I will take back Xiao Wu in ways you never expect!"

He even shared relatively easy-to-make hidden weapons, such as the Zhuge Crossbow, with Dai Mubai, Oscar, and others, in an attempt to comprehensively improve the team's combat effectiveness.

In this desperate situation, the skills of the Tang Clan became their only spark of revenge.

Meanwhile, far away at the headquarters of the Beast God Pavilion in Tiandou City, Ling Han was leisurely listening to Zi Ji's report.

"Oh? A Beast Academy?" Ling Han toyed with an ice crystal in his hand, a playful smile playing on his lips. "You certainly know how to pick a place."

"Did the mouse crawl into an even smaller mouse hole?"

He didn't take it to heart. Faced with his absolute strength, no matter what backer Shrek found, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He even found it more interesting to watch his opponent struggle desperately in despair, only to find that all his efforts were in vain; that would surely be spectacular.

"Let them be." Ling Han waved his hand dismissively. "During the competition, let Tang Ya and the others have some fun with them."

He paused, as if remembering something, and instructed Tang Ya, who was standing beside him, "Tang Ya, if you encounter that Tang San in the competition, don't end it too quickly."

"Let him do his thing, let him think he has a chance... then, at his most triumphant moment, slap him back into the abyss. Understand?"

Tang Ya respectfully replied, "Yes, Pavilion Master."

In the remote Beast Academy, under the night sky, Tang San suddenly shot the Dragon Beard Needle, which he had just successfully poisoned, into a distant tree trunk. The trunk instantly turned black and decayed at a visible speed. He clenched his fist and made a silent vow towards the direction of the Beast God Pavilion.

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Three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past three months, the situation on the mainland has been turbulent. The rise and domineering nature of the Beast God Pavilion has spread far and wide, becoming the focus of discussion, awe, and even fear among all forces.

Meanwhile, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, once one of the three great sects, experienced the most agonizing, arduous, and humiliating period since its founding during these three months.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was once incredibly wealthy, with numerous disciples, ranking alongside the Clear Sky School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School. It was a place of unparalleled glory.

However, the warning of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's overnight annihilation and its transformation into the Myriad Dragons Clan was still fresh in everyone's mind; the news of the Clear Sky Clan's Blazing Sun Douluo being crippled and forced to close his mountain was no longer a secret. The mere tip of the iceberg of the Beast God Pavilion's strength had already made the wise sect leader Ning Fengzhi clearly realize—times had changed.

The rules and balance that once existed have been shattered under the crushing force of the young pavilion master named Ling Han and the terrifying beings under his command.

Continuing to resist would only lead to the destruction of the sect and the death of its members. For the sake of the sect's thousand-year-old legacy and the lives of thousands of disciples, despite his immense resentment and humiliation, Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to make that painful decision.

On this day, Ning Fengzhi, the former sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, along with Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and a few core disciples and elders of the sect, arrived before this palace, which symbolized supreme authority and power, with mixed feelings.

Chen Xin was still like a drawn sword, with a straight posture and sharp eyes. But if you paid close attention, you could see that the originally fierce and incomparable sword energy around him was now much more restrained, as if it had been polished. It was less aggressive and more composed.

His injuries had healed completely, and his aura even seemed more refined than before he was injured. Clearly, the three months of rest and reflection had not been entirely without benefit to him.

Gu Rong still looked as thin as ever, but the occasional glint of light in his deep-set eyes showed that he had also recovered to his peak condition. In fact, because of that crushing defeat, he seemed to have gained a deeper understanding of the use of spatial power.

However, the arrogance and composure that belonged to the three upper sects had been lost on the faces of the two Super Douluo, replaced by a heavy sense of helplessness.

Ning Fengzhi remained as gentle and refined as ever, holding a jewel-encrusted scepter with a calm expression. Only in the depths of his deep, ocean-like eyes did a glint of shrewdness occasionally flash, revealing that his inner self was not as serene as it appeared.

Following the three pillars of the sect were all the remaining elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, about a dozen people.

These Soul Saints and Soul Douluo-level powerhouses, who were usually considered influential figures within the empire, all had their heads bowed, their faces filled with fear, unease, and confusion.

They knew very well the purpose of their trip: it was not a glorious visit, but rather... a humiliating submission.

At the very end of the procession were hundreds of carefully selected core disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Their young faces mostly bore resentment, unwillingness, and fear of the future.

This silent and subdued group slowly came to a stop in front of the imposing gates of the Beast God Pavilion.

The guards at the gate were not ordinary Soul Masters, but eight Soul Saints dressed in uniform black outfits, with cold eyes and a deep, unfathomable aura!

They stood on either side like statues, seemingly having anticipated the arrival of Ning Fengzhi and his group. Their eyes didn't even flicker; they simply made way silently.

An invisible pressure instantly enveloped everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Even the gatekeepers were Soul Saints? What kind of foundation and resources did this possess! Several young disciples paled slightly, and their breathing became more rapid.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and straightened his magnificent sect leader robes. This step meant that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which had been passed down for thousands of years, would become history.

"Let's go, it's time to face it." Ning Fengzhi's voice was calm, but it carried a resolute determination.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing the complexity in each other's eyes. They had lived lives of unwavering pride, roaming the continent freely; never had they imagined that one day they would step into the core hall of another power as subjects.

(End of this chapter)