Chapter 106: Ning Fengzhi is Still Jumping Up and Down
"To avoid unnecessary disputes, Spirit Hall, as the host, will set up an arena here," Qin Xuan's voice cut through the crowd. "The method of arena battles will determine the rankings of the Seven Great Clans."
His voice, though not deliberately loud, was heard clearly by the powerful Spirit Masters present, and he soon attracted the attention of many, including those from the Seven Great Clans. Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was overseeing the competition, stood to greet him but was waved off by Qin Xuan.
Bone Douluo, sitting nearby, noticed the gesture. "Who is that young man?" he transmitted to Ning Fengzhi. "He can make Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, two influential figures in Spirit Hall, so respectful."
"The masters of the Lower Four Clans just unleashed their full spirit power, repelling everyone below the Spirit Douluo level," Ning Fengzhi pursed his lips. "But this young man, along with the child and the girl beside him, was not affected in the slightest. So young, yet with such strength and the respect of two Titled Douluo. Isn't his identity already self-evident?"
As the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi was one of only three people present who, despite not being a Titled Douluo, was qualified to be seated. The other two were the Crown Princes of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires.
"You mean, he is the disciple of Qianjun and Jiangmo Douluo, the husband of the new Second High Priest Jingni, and Qian Xunji's second brother, Qin Xuan?" Bone Douluo exclaimed.
"It's very likely," Ning Fengzhi said with a bitter smile. "The infant in his arms is likely his child with Jingni Douluo—another peerless genius in the making." How could such a talent be born in Spirit Hall? he lamented internally.
After the initial shock, Bone Douluo's old habits resurfaced. Seeing a genius who could threaten his clan, he couldn't help but want to nip the threat in the bud.
"Clan Master, should I—" Just as Bone Douluo transmitted his spirit power, a cold snort, like a thunderclap, rang in his ears. He grunted, his Bone Dragon Martial Soul instantly possessing him.
The sky above immediately began to churn as a massive pink energy vortex formed, dyeing all the clouds a startling shade of pink. Bone Douluo's face changed drastically. He knew the owner of the cold snort was a Titled Douluo, but he never imagined she would be so powerful as to completely suppress him with pressure alone.
What was even more terrifying were her nine spirit rings: six black and three red.
Even the level 95 Titled Douluo on the arena—Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Tang Tian—immediately summoned their own Martial Souls, their faces grim.
The pink energy converged, and a cold woman in a bright golden dress slowly descended in front of Bone Douluo. It was Jing Ni. Her eyes were icy cold, and a huge, golden phantom of her Martial Soul enveloped her. Pink energy gathered in her hand, forming a longsword that pointed directly at the throat of the suppressed Bone Douluo.
"What," she asked, her voice dangerously low, "did you just say you wanted to do?"
She had just finished a boring meeting at the Supreme Pontiff Palace when she sensed her husband and child near the arena. With her super Douluo-level mental force, intercepting spirit power transmissions was simple. She could not tolerate someone harboring ill intentions towards her man within Spirit City itself.
"I—" Bone Douluo was so crushed by her aura—a mixture of spirit pressure, killing intent, and sword qi—that he couldn't even lift his head. His golden nanmu chair shattered, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.
By now, everyone knew who she was.
"Greetings, Second High Priest," all those affiliated with Spirit Hall, led by Chrysanthemum Douluo, immediately knelt and performed a kowtow.¹
The other Spirit Masters and participating clans, seeing her exaggerated spirit rings, also knelt one by one. Only the Upper Three Clans remained standing, their former arrogance gone.
"Please spare him, Senior Jingni," Ning Fengzhi pleaded, seeing Bone Douluo on the verge of death. He shot a look at Sword Douluo, who, uncharacteristically, shook his head. Desperate, Ning Fengzhi resorted to his most skilled tactic: moral blackmail. "My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan has always been on good terms with Spirit Hall. Why has it come to this?"
Note:
Kowtow: The act of deep respect shown by kneeling and bowing so low as to have one's head touching the ground.
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