Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the study, his face solemn.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood behind him.

"Sect Master, the rules say anyone can be chosen," Gu Rong's voice was low. "Rongrong, she..."

"I know," Ning Fengzhi interrupted him.

That's what he's most worried about.

Ning Rongrong, his daughter, the heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—if she is chosen to enter that world, will she be able to survive?

She is a support-type Soul Master.

In a world where only one person can survive, a support-type Soul Master is doomed to die.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu," Ning Fengzhi said in a deep voice, "If Rongrong is chosen, I beg you—"

"Sect Master," Chen Xin interrupted him, "No need to say anything. Rongrong is someone we've watched grow up. If she's chosen, we'll go in with her."

Ning Fengzhi was startled.

Should we go in with her?

That's suicide.

"The rules don't say we can't go in together." Chen Xin's voice was calm and firm: "As long as we can get in, we can protect her. As long as she lives, we don't care if we die."

Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

He knew this was the only way.

But he also knew what that meant.

Two titled Douluo—pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—may never return.

"father!"

The door was pushed open, and Ning Rongrong rushed in.

There were still tear stains on her face, but her eyes no longer showed fear.

"I won't let Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone die for me."

"Rongrong..."

"I am the heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School." Ning Rongrong raised her head: "If I am chosen, I will go in myself. If I survive, I will come back. If I die, that is my fate."

Ning Fengzhi looked at her as if he were seeing this daughter for the first time.

When did that willful and unruly little girl become like this?

"Rongrong is right." A voice came from outside the door.

Everyone looked towards the doorway.

Oscar walked in, the scars on his face particularly noticeable in the moonlight.

He had just returned from the Frozen Forest and was traveling day and night to get back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Five years later, he's finally back.

"Xiao Ao?" Ning Rongrong was stunned.

Oscar walked up to her and took her hand.

"I'm level sixty-one," he said. "My sixth soul skill is replication—it can replicate anyone's martial soul and soul skills. If Rongrong is chosen, I'll go in with her. We'll survive together and come back together."

Ning Fengzhi looked at the two young people, his eyes slightly warm.

"Okay," he said, "okay..."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing the relief in each other's eyes.

The future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is secured.

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Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan - Thunder Valley

Deep within Thunder Canyon, the gate of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan stands majestically.

This is where the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus family has lived for generations.

Eight mountain peaks surround the area like dragon teeth, and lightning strikes it year-round. Sometimes, bolts of lightning strike the cliffs, exploding into a sky full of sparks.

To outsiders, this place is forbidden territory, a dead end.

But for the clansmen who possess the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Martial Soul, this lightning is a baptism, a gift, and a resonance of their bloodline.

Tonight, the thunder is unusually frequent.

The council hall was brightly lit.

The current clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen, sat upright in the main seat, his beard and hair all white, yet his imposing presence was as strong as a mountain.

The aura of a level 96 Super Douluo circulated within the hall, making everyone afraid to breathe loudly.

Below, all the core members of the clan were present.

Yu Luomian sat at the head of the left side. As the clan leader's younger brother, his status was second only to Yu Yuanzhen.

Below them were several clan elders, all of whom were Soul Douluo level.

In the youngest seat, Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin sat side by side.

The most outstanding twin stars of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

Outside the palace, thunder rumbled.

Inside the hall, all was silent.

The sound has just disappeared.

That live stream just ended.

The figure sitting atop the mountain of corpses, those eyes so cold they held no warmth, are still etched in everyone's minds.

"cough."

Yu Yuanzhen coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"Tell me your thoughts, everyone!"

Everyone looked at each other.

After a long silence, Yu Luomian spoke up: "Brother, in my opinion, there's no need to be overly nervous. The scene was indeed shocking, but that's all. The so-called slaughter in that world was nothing more than the infighting of inferior beings. In terms of the use of martial souls and the transformation of soul skills, they are not even worthy of carrying the shoes of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Yu Tianxin chimed in, "Second Uncle is right. Those knights' fighting style is completely devoid of skill; it's just brute force. Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul allows us to transform into a dragon form every ten levels starting from level thirty, reaching true dragon form at level seventy—who among our level dares to confront us head-on?"

"That's not how you say it."

A calm voice rang out.

Everyone looked and saw it was Yu Tianheng.

He stood up, his gaze calm: "The knights of that world certainly don't possess the sophistication of our soul skills. But have you all noticed—their armor, their transformation methods, their fusion with their contracted beasts—they are entirely a different system. We cannot measure them by the standards of Douluo Continent."

Yu Luomian frowned slightly: "Tianheng, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to boost the morale of others?"

"I'm just stating the facts," Yu Tianheng said neither humbly nor arrogantly. "That Huang Fei killed 3,724 opponents of the same level. Regardless of the strength of that world, the fact that he could kill everyone and survive to the end speaks for itself."

Yu Tianxin opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

Three thousand seven hundred and twenty-four people.

No matter how weak that world is, someone who can kill so many people and survive can't possibly be weak.

"Tianheng is right," an old voice rang out.

Everyone looked at Yu Yuanzhen.

The old patriarch slowly stood up, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and gazed at the unseen world of knights in the night sky.

That world is not simple.

He paused for a moment.

"The person sitting on the throne is no ordinary person either."

Everyone fell silent.

"Tianheng," Yu Yuanzhen suddenly asked, "Do you think you could survive if you entered that world?"

Yu Tianheng shuddered.

He opened his mouth, as if to say that he could.

But when the words reached his lips, he fell silent.

Because he remembered those eyes.

Those eyes that looked down from the mountain of corpses.

There was nothing in those eyes.

There was no fear, no hope, no desire, no warmth.

There is only one kind of emptiness that makes one's soul tremble.

That's the look in someone who's slain their way through hell.

Will he... survive?

he does not know.

"I don't know," Yu Tianheng finally answered honestly.

Yu Yuanzhen nodded, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"It's good not to know," he said. "Knowing what you don't know allows you to live longer. Those who immediately shout 'I can' are often the ones who die the fastest."

He turned around and looked at everyone in the hall.

"From this moment forward, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan is on high alert."

Everyone's expression tightened.

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