Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 96 Another Domain!

The raging flames scorched the Spirit Hall, and in just half an hour, it was burned down to almost nothing but the ruins supported by some pillars. Under the glow of the fireworks, the night was ignited by the fiery aura, which caused many people in the town to start shouting loudly.

"Young Miss, we haven't been able to find some people in the Spirit Hall, including Deacon Tang Hong."

The new team members looked somewhat uneasy. Following Ning Rongrong's instructions, they searched the area before leaving, but did not see anyone else in the Spirit Hall besides themselves.

"It seems I was right."

Ning Rongrong lowered her eyes: "Everyone, led by Deacon Tang Hong, has probably betrayed us."

No, it shouldn't be called betrayal. If they had rebellious intentions from the very beginning, then from a normal perspective, their situation tonight should have been much worse. So, in the end, they were bribed.

The reason?

Ning Rongrong's smile was somewhat bitter. After a little thought, a not-too-absurd answer came to her.

"Do they crave power?"

"Isn't this going a bit too far? Just how alluring is the power of a mere branch temple that they would dare to so blatantly frame someone sent by the Pope? Don't they know that if we get into trouble, they will suffer the same fate?"

What a terrible situation! If Her Majesty the Pope were in this not-so-good situation, what would she do?

Following closely behind Dao Yu, Ning Xing, and Faleco, Ning Rongrong walked out of the Spirit Hall ravaged by flames. She forcibly suppressed the doubts and unease in her heart, and unconsciously recalled the heroic figure in the Star Dou Great Forest who cut through the darkness with a single blade.

"If it's the master..."

"That situation probably won't happen."

Ning Rongrong looked up at the two Soul Douluos standing in mid-air, her eyes regaining their usual calmness.

"Their target is most likely me. When you have a chance later, you can leave first and tell His Holiness the Pope everything that happened here."

"Young Miss, we have Soul Armor; we can escape!"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's thoughts, Dao Yu gripped the Soul-Breaking Crossbow tightly and quickly said, "They're just two Soul Douluos. If it really comes down to a fight, we might not be afraid of them!"

"Knife Language, you're too confident."

Ning Rongrong smiled helplessly. As the main developer of the Soul Armor, she naturally knew the limits of this armor. Even though the second-generation armor had covered up many shortcomings, it was not enough for seven Soul Saints in insufficient condition to contend with two veteran Soul Douluos.

Having grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she could naturally tell that the two people beside the fat man were no ordinary people. The eight spirit rings surrounding them and their iconic martial spirits made the answer quite obvious.

"Don't underestimate those two."

Ning Rongrong calmly said, "The leader of the Power Clan, Titan, is not as easy to deal with as the Great Ape Soul Master with the Soul Saint cultivation level just now. Even with the support of a complete Soul Armor, it would be lucky if he didn't die under his full-force attack."

Is it considered lucky to survive?

The crowd's expressions were solemn, but they did not refute it. They naturally knew that Ning Rongrong was absolutely right. The Mighty Ape, named after strength, was not only unique in physical defense, but what was most terrifying was that most of its accompanying soul rings were a series of soul skills that amplified strength. If that old ape found an opportunity to make a move, that attack would definitely be earth-shattering!

"And the other one."

She looked up at the rooftops in the distance, and the thin, middle-aged man with a sparse goatee happened to look over as well. He pointed forward with his right hand, and even though they were so far apart, the long spear he gripped tightly in his hand still had a chilling sharpness.

"Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po clan, possesses the Soul-Breaking Spear as his martial soul and has a soul power of level 82."

Recalling some information in her mind, Ning Rongrong continued, "He once fought against a Title Douluo with the cultivation of a Soul Douluo and was not defeated. Not only did he cultivate the profound meaning of breaking to an extremely high level, but for him, opponents of the same level were hard to defeat even with a single shot."

"As for the current Soul Armor..."

She paused, then continued, "In his eyes, it's probably no more solid than a blank sheet of paper."

"So, there's basically no room for resistance?"

"If we force it, the outcome will probably be the worst possible outcome," Ning Rongrong said, her fingers brushing against the soul tool on her waist. When she raised it again, a small silver knife was in her hand. "A meaningless sacrifice is not advisable. I will find a way to get you out of here."

"These people probably only need my identity to get some concessions from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. No one really dares to lay a hand on me."

"This is an order I personally gave. Do as I say!"

Despite being a solemn order, no one responded. The seven stood still, glaring menacingly at the Soul Masters who were slowly closing in, their killing intent growing ever stronger.

"Rongrong, it's been a long time."

Flaming wings unfurled behind him as the fat man landed on the ground alongside Titan and Yang Wudi. He looked at Ning Rongrong, who was surrounded by the crowd, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It doesn't seem like it's been that long."

The fat man scratched his head and sighed, "It seems like you and Xiao Ao only disappeared for a few months, but for some reason, it feels like time is passing very slowly."

He stared at Ning Rongrong, who remained silent, wanting to continue speaking, but all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out.

As Shrek Academy's closest companions, the girl before them had shed her former naivety and eccentricity. Her delicate face even lacked the gentleness and elegance befitting the daughter of the richest man on the continent. Calm and independent, she stood quietly watching the Soul Masters gather around her, only slightly frowning, without showing the slightest panic or fear.

"The time was alright, not too long."

Ning Rongrong glanced around before returning her gaze to him: "Fatty, your welcome ceremony was quite extravagant."

"this"

Ma Hongjun said helplessly, "I heard from Third Brother that you were taken hostage by the Spirit Hall. They were afraid they couldn't win, so they had no choice but to call in more people. Don't worry, Rongrong, with Fourth Brother here, no one can threaten you."

Held hostage by the Spirit Hall

So we're accomplices?

Dao Yu and the others looked at him speechlessly. So, you bribed the Spirit Hall staff, set fire to the place, and led people in to ensure the young lady's safety?

Ning Xing's eyes darkened. She glanced at the incessantly chattering Ma Hongjun, then looked back at Ning Rongrong, without saying a word.

As a mid-to-high-level member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he had a clearer understanding of the entanglements between his young mistress and Shrek Academy than most people.

"No one can threaten me, and no one can threaten me."

Ning Rongrong winked mischievously and smiled, "Fourth Brother, they are all very good partners of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, not vassals of the Evil Spirit Hall. Why don't you let me return to the sect first, and we can have a drink and enjoy ourselves?"

The fat man stared blankly for a moment, and was about to nod subconsciously, but then quickly waved his hand to stop.

"These people can't leave either!"

"Rongrong, come back. Me, and Third Brother, we all miss you and that bastard Oscar."

Under the cover of night, the fat man looked earnestly at his former companions, his voice even carrying a hint of pleading.

"Then there's nothing we can do about it."

Ning Rongrong sighed, and just as she was about to speak, a figure walked up to the group on his own.

Farek solemnly raised his two-handed greatsword. His silver-gray armor was tinged with ever-changing colors under the firelight. A furious lion's roar seemed to echo in the void, and golden waves spreading from the greatsword covered most of the land in an instant.

"field?!"

Titan and Yang Wudi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

(End of this chapter)