Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"I am now at level 99 in combat strength, what do you have to be afraid of?"

Bone Douluo raised his head and gave a wry smile: "It's not that I'm afraid."

"But as you saw in the battle just now, Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall also has a spirit power of level ninety-nine."

"And I also remember that the Spirit Hall has a Qian Daoliu, who is also level ninety-nine..."

"Two against one".

Ning Rongrong whispered from the side, "Grandpa Jian's chances of winning... are a bit slim."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Sword Douluo snorted coldly: "Two against one, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Don't forget, Feng Zhi's current martial soul is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"With his boost, even if I were to fight two against one, I wouldn't be completely without a chance of winning."

He spoke with conviction, but everyone knew there was an element of defiance in his words.

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly and said, "Uncle Jian, you're right."

"If I were also a Title Douluo, then with my support, you could easily take on two opponents at once."

"But... my current soul power is only level 89, which is still a little short of level 90."

"The difference in the magnitude of this increase is not small."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces darkened.

The glimmer of hope that had finally appeared was crushed by reality.

The surroundings were quiet for a while.

In the end, Ning Fengzhi made the final decision, saying, "Forget it, let's contact other sects first."

"In addition, we should also contact the major advanced soul master academies of the Heaven Dou Empire. They will not be indifferent to the Spirit Hall's actions."

"As for directly retaliating against the Spirit Hall, we'll discuss that later."

"The most important thing now is to stay calm and not panic."

No one objected.

Afterwards, everyone parted ways to attend to their own affairs.

Bone Douluo went to the disciple in charge of logistics to arrange the allocation of supplies.

Dugu Bo, along with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, went to find a healing Soul Master to restore their health.

Sword Douluo then went to inspect the defenses around the sect to see if any Spirit Hall members were still lurking nearby.

Ning Fengzhi went to issue orders to recall the disciples of the various branches of the sect.

As for Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, they helped Ning Fengzhi write letters and deliver them to other sects and academies.

The morning sun shone from the east, piercing through the lingering smoke and falling on the ruins and the white cloth, gilding everything with a pale gold.

Chapter 496 Blue Lightning's Demise, Army Approaching the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace

The letter from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School quickly spread throughout the entire Douluo Continent through the channels of the Seven Treasures Chamber of Commerce.

Messengers rode swift horses or piloted flying spirits, traveling day and night to deliver messages in all directions.

Almost all sects, kingdoms, and academies received this news within just a few days.

The Spirit Hall has made its move; the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was nearly wiped out, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School is likely in dire straits as well.

After the news spread, countless letters poured back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School from all directions.

Envelopes, piled up like snowflakes, filled the few remaining relatively intact rooms of the sect. Some were stamped with the sect's official seal, some with the king's seal, some with neat handwriting that looked like that of an old scholar, and some so illegible that they were almost unrecognizable.

Every letter asks the same question: What exactly does the Spirit Hall want? What should we do?

However, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is currently severely understaffed. Less than half of its original number of disciples are still alive. All those who can run and move have been sent out to work, and the remaining people are already overwhelmed just dealing with the aftermath of the sect's collapse.

The opening and replying to these letters were delayed repeatedly, taking several times longer than usual.

It wasn't until three days later that they finally managed to sort out most of the important letters.

Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Although it is called a main hall, most of it has been destroyed.

The original dome was blasted open, leaving a large hole that allows you to see the sky when you look up.

The walls were riddled with cracks, and in some places they were temporarily propped up with wood to prevent them from collapsing.

The stone slabs on the ground were broken and cracked, making a creaking sound when you stepped on them.

But this is, after all, the largest indoor space in the entire sect, capable of seating more than a dozen people.

Wang Teng, Ning Fengzhi, and all the titled Douluo of the sect gathered here.

Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Dugu Bo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo—not one is missing.

Everyone had injuries before, but after three days of rest and with the help of the healing soul masters in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, their injuries have basically healed and their soul power has returned to its peak.

Several people sat down around a long wooden table in the center of the hall.

Dozens of letters were piled on the table, some already opened, some not.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the middle, with several replies that he had specially selected and considered the most important in front of him.

Everyone looked at him, waiting for Ning Fengzhi to speak.

Ning Fengzhi picked up the top letter and looked down at it for a few lines.

His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving more and more noticeably, and his hands trembled slightly, the letter paper quivering gently between his fingertips.

"Fengzhi, what's wrong?"

Bone Douluo, sitting to Ning Fengzhi's left, was the first to notice his unusual behavior. He leaned forward and asked curiously.

Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He glanced down at the letter in his hand again, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"This is a reply from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan."

Ning Fengzhi's voice was somewhat unsteady as he slowly began to speak, "They said...they said..."

He spoke haltingly, his face showing disbelief, as if he had witnessed something utterly impossible.

Bone Douluo grew anxious and pressed, "What's wrong with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Don't they want to join forces with us?"

"Could something have happened to the Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan?"

Wang Teng, sitting across the table, added a comment.

He already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

Wang Teng remembered that in the original novel, Bibi Dong destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in order to fulfill the relationship between Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong.

In this way, the two of them would no longer have to worry about family ties and could be together legitimately.

I just didn't expect it to actually happen, and so quickly.

Ning Fengzhi took a few deep breaths, exhaled, and then inhaled again, repeating this three or four times before he could steady his voice.

He nodded and confirmed, "Breaking news."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan has been wiped out."

"Only four core disciples, Yu Tianxin, Yu Tianheng, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong, escaped with their lives."

"Besides that, there are just some ordinary disciples scattered in various places. As for the high-ranking members of the sect... not a single one is left."

Where is Yu Yuanzhen?

Bone Douluo's voice suddenly rose, and he said in shock, "He...he's a Title Douluo!"

"A level 95 Super Douluo, with a top-tier beast spirit like the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, and an ancestral spirit bone—this configuration, this strength, he..."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and did not reply.

"According to our scouts around the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan..."

Ning Fengzhi lowered his head, glanced at the letter again, and continued, "While attacking us, the Spirit Hall also attacked the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"The one leading the team over there isn't an ordinary elder, but the Golden Crocodile Douluo, with a soul power of level ninety-eight."

"Although Yu Yuanzhen is strong, the Spirit Hall side is obviously stronger."

“In short,” Ning Fengzhi put down the letter, his voice lowering, “the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is finished.”

The hall fell silent instantly.

No one spoke anymore.

Sword Douluo leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the clouds outside the large hole in the ceiling.

Bone Douluo placed his hands on the table, his knuckles turning white from gripping them so tightly.

Dugu Bo tilted his head and looked out the window, his face expressionless.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo sat in the corner, very close to each other, without saying a word.

After a while, Wang Teng spoke, breaking the silence.

His tone was much calmer than the others, after all, he already knew about these things and had mentally prepared himself.

"By the way, Uncle Ning, how's the situation at the Haotian Sect?"

Ning Fengzhi picked up the second letter, unfolded it, and said, "The Haotian Sect has also suffered heavy casualties."

"Tang Hao is dead."

"Afterwards, the Spirit Hall attacked the sect, and the sect leader Tang Xiao died in battle."

Wang Teng frowned slightly.

Tang Xiao's death was something he hadn't expected.

"but,"