Chapter 177: Sarath's Killing Intent
On the stands, the Great Master, seeing Tang San's final defeat, snorted coldly and walked out of the arena.
"Xiao Gang!"
Liu Erlong looked back with a conflicted expression and saw the students still calling out to the Great Master's name before following him.
Flanders wore a face full of regret. If he had been kinder to those girls, then all the glory would now belong to Shrek Academy.
But there was no medicine for regret in this world. Flanders shook his head and called Zhao Wujie and Oscar to follow him as they walked toward the arena to comfort the students who had just experienced a setback.
In the highest section of the stands, Sarath's eyes were filled with shock. After the shock came a deep gloom—this Tiandou Royal Academy's second team had already become a threat to their Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
As he thought about it, a cold killing intent began to rise in Sarath's eyes, so intense that even Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi felt it, and both furrowed their brows.
Before Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi could say anything, Ning Bei beside them directly released a breath that belonged only to a Super Douluo, enveloping Sarath.
Sarath's heart instantly sank. He had only felt this kind of pressure from the Pope.
Even Title Douluo-level figures like Ju and Gui were slightly weaker than this.
Sarath mechanically turned his head to look at Ning Bei, someone he hadn't previously paid attention to, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.
"You...you..."
"What are you going to do? If you value your life, you can keep releasing killing intent and see what happens."
Ning Bei didn't even glance at him, speaking with an unquestionable tone, as though killing Sarath would be as easy as squashing an ant.
"Am I to understand that you are provoking my Spirit Hall?" Sarath's face turned ugly as he stared at Ning Bei's young face. When had someone in such a high position ever been humiliated like this? Even Title Douluo didn't force him to lower his head.
"Heh, of course you can. So, can I understand this as your last words?"
Ning Bei scoffed disdainfully. What kind of dog would dare to threaten him without facing consequences?
Sarath's face froze for a moment before it became hideous and terrifying. What was wrong with this person? Did he even know what he was saying?
"Don't make a mistake. Spirit Hall is not something you can provoke. Even with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind you..."
Upon hearing this, Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, and Qian Renxue all changed their expressions.
But before they could speak, a violent pressure sent Sarath flying out of his seat, and he tumbled on the ground for several rolls.
"You!"
Sarath got up, intending to say something else, but when he met Ning Bei's murderous eyes, the words got stuck in his throat, and he swallowed the blood in his mouth.
This person really dares to kill me; he's not joking.
Qian Renxue hurriedly stood up and moved toward Ning Bei.
"I hope Brother Ning can show some mercy and spare Sarath's life. After all, this represents the face of the Tiandou Empire."
Xue Ye quickly nodded at Ning Fengzhi and got up to speak as well, "That's right, Young Master Ning Bei, Sarath doesn't deserve to die!"
Seeing that the two were trying to mediate, Ning Bei decided to let it go. Killing someone from Spirit Hall in front of little angel would still be troublesome, even if it was someone from Bibi Dong's faction.
"You can ask Bibi Dong about those words and see if she dares to say them in front of me."
"Considering the faces of His Majesty and the Crown Prince, I'll spare you this time. You're just a Soul Douluo. It's better to stay low in Tiandou!"
Sarath's yellowed teeth clattered, but he didn't dare to speak further. Struggling, he bowed slightly and quietly left the arena.
Qian Renxue shot Ning Bei a reproachful glance and returned to her seat, secretly thinking she would have to warn her subordinates. They had to be extra careful around Ning Rongrong from now on.
If she offended Ning Bei, she could go ask for forgiveness, or just visit the Ice God Hall to solve the problem.
But if anyone threatened those close to him, by the time it reached her ears, that person might already be gone.
Qian Renxue just thought that this time, Sarath's killing intent towards Ning Rongrong had angered her man.
Seeing the Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall being humbled, Xue Ye's mood brightened, and he smiled at Ning Fengzhi.
"Master Ning, your son really surprised me. To make Sarath so scared at such a young age, he's truly a dragon among men!"
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but smile back. When someone praised his son, they were automatically good friends.
"Not at all, this boy still has a long way to go. Your Majesty's flattery is too much."
"Hahaha, Master Ning is being humble!"
"Just lucky, just lucky."
Ning Bei looked at his father with a speechless expression. "My 'luck'? You've learned that from me already?"
At this stage, with the looming threat of Spirit Hall, Xue Ye didn't fear the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's power too much. In his heart, the stronger the Ning family, the better. Otherwise, if Spirit Hall came, wouldn't they collapse at the slightest touch?
This was also the reason why Ning Bei dared to expose his strength so directly.
After the first round of matches, due to the recent incident, the group on the stands didn't pay much attention to the competition.
Xue Ye kept trying to get closer to Ning Fengzhi, occasionally asking about Ning Bei's progress, and he even planned to marry his daughter to Ning Bei.
This made the little angel's face darken like water, and Ning Bei couldn't help but chuckle. The whole stands seemed to be filled with the scent of jealousy.
After the first round of the competition ended, they all took their leave.
On their way out, Qian Renxue gently tapped Ning Bei's arm, signaling him.
Ning Bei nodded in understanding, greeted Ning Fengzhi, and walked to a private room in a restaurant where Qian Renxue had already changed back into women's clothes.
"Brother Ning, thank you for coming. Qinghe is very grateful!" she said.
Ning Bei gave her a look, "Have you gotten addicted to pretending?"
Qian Renxue, feeling bored, pouted.
"Hey, bad guy, Sarath isn't my person. Don't take it to heart. I'll tell my grandfather, and he'll send someone to warn him."
"Are you worried I'll misunderstand you?"
Ning Bei listened to the little angel and playfully glanced at her.
Realizing that Ning Bei had guessed her thoughts, Qian Renxue glared at him in annoyance, then turned her head away.
"Don't worry, I'm not the type to go after my sister-in-law. I was just intimidating those blind fools. I didn't kill anyone."
"By the way, our team really gave you face, huh?"
Changing the subject, Ning Bei looked at the little angel expectantly.
"Hmph, not bad. It's just a preliminary round. If you can't win, let's see how I'll bother you!"
"Oh? How will you bother me? Have ten little angels and wear me out?"
Qian Renxue's face flushed, and she glared at Ning Bei viciously.
"Get lost! Do you think I'm a pig?"
"Then how many do you want to have?"
"Get lost! I'm not having any!"
Ning Bei almost got tangled up, and the little angel exploded, shouting angrily.
(END CHAPTER)
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