The Next Second, the Star Luo Emperor's Face Turned Green!
Sword Douluo—Chen Xin.
The moment that name was spoken, Dai Tianfeng's palm tightened on the tiger-skin armrest.
The fury in his eyes instantly extinguished.
What replaced it was far more terrifying—
A deep, oppressive gloom befitting an emperor facing a calamity.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had always leaned toward the Heaven Dou Empire.
With Star Luo, they maintained at best a distant, neutral courtesy.
And yet today…
Their people dared break directly into the Star Luo Imperial Palace?
The courtiers below the steps fell into dead silence.
Those who were whispering earlier now looked as if their souls had left their bodies.
Some elderly officials trembled so hard their hats nearly fell off.
The hall waited.
One breath.
Two.
Three.
For a full five seconds, Dai Tianfeng said nothing.
Then—
A sharp, icy killing intent flickered in his eyes before he forcibly suppressed it.
He ground out a command through clenched teeth:
"…Withdraw all guards."
The drenched, shaking centurion looked as though he had been pardoned from execution and bolted out of the hall.
But just as the oppressive atmosphere in the hall found a moment of quiet—
"Imperial Father!"
Dai Weisi stepped forward anxiously.
"Sword Douluo's intentions are unknown. Allowing him to enter like this is no different from inviting a wolf into the palace!"
His voice echoed with urgency.
Immediately, several ministers echoed him with trembling voices:
"Your Majesty, this must not be allowed!"
"The First Prince is right—this is far too risky!"
Dai Tianfeng slowly lowered his gaze, staring at his favored son… then at the trembling officials.
He did not explode in anger.
Instead—
He smiled.
A cold, mocking, emperor's smile.
"Dangerous?"
He leaned back against the throne, his aura as immovable as a mountain.
"Weisi, your vision is still too narrow."
"You still do not understand what a Titled Douluo—
especially an attack-type above rank ninety-five—represents."
His gaze drifted toward the torrential rain beyond the hall's entrance.
"If Chen Xin truly wished to kill…"
"Our thousands of imperial guards…
would simply become thousands of corpses."
"Stopping him only increases casualties—and makes us look ridiculous."
Dai Weisi stiffened, complexion pale, but he still tried to argue:
"But—"
"There are no 'buts.'"
Dai Tianfeng cut him off sharply.
"In the rules of the continent, a Titled Douluo is not a street assassin, but a living nuclear deterrent."
His tone grew colder, more calculating.
"For him to force his way into my palace already places pressure on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"If he dares lay a hand on Us…"
Dai Tianfeng laughed—a deep, confident, emperor's laugh.
"The moment he strikes, it means Ning Fengzhi declares war on Star Luo."
"And would Spirit Hall sit idly by?"
"Would they not seize the chance to weaken one of the Upper Three Sects?"
"One Ning Fengzhi does not have the guts—
nor the power—to shake the Continent."
His final line reverberated through the hall like a war drum.
The officials who had been terrified a moment ago now raised their heads again, expressions gradually firming.
Dai Weisi's eyes regained their cold, superior calm.
Yes.
Imperial Father was right.
Within the continental rules, the Empire still held the advantage.
A single Sect could not shake a nation.
Star Luo's million-strong army could crush them if needed.
Dai Tianfeng even began to envision how he would lecture Ning Fengzhi later—
using imperial prestige to force benefits from the arrogant Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Just as the hall's atmosphere transitioned from panic…
to a simmering sense of righteous indignation—
Footsteps.
Steady.
Clear.
Each step ringing crisply through the heavy rain.
Every gaze in the hall snapped toward the giant entrance.
And then—
The four figures stepping through the downpour were nothing like what they expected.
The person walking in front was not Sword Douluo.
It was—
A woman.
And the moment they saw her clearly—
A collective gasp rippled across the grand hall.
Zhu Zhuyun.
But this was not the Zhu Zhuyun they knew.
Her face had become breathtaking—
skin glowing faintly under the dim light, her aura sharper, colder.
Her peach blossom eyes held a quiet arrogance.
The kind that came from one who walked above others by right.
Her black-and-red battle attire hugged her body perfectly—
exquisite tailoring outlining an impossibly perfect silhouette.
This was not the fashion of Star Luo.
Nor of Heaven Dou.
It carried a nobility they could not understand.
An aura of one who had stood beside power far beyond imperial courts.
Dai Weisi froze.
His pupils dilated.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently as his gaze traveled down her collarbone…
to her impossibly slender waist…
and then lower.
Heat surged into his lower abdomen.
Zhu Zhuyun… had become a divine-grade beauty.
His fiancée—reborn into something dazzling.
A treasure worthy of a prince.
In his mind, a shameless thought rose like wildfire:
Tonight… she will serve me.
But before that delusion could finish forming—
Dai Tianfeng's gaze shifted to the man behind Zhu Zhuyun.
His pupils constricted violently.
Ning Fengzhi.
The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The leader whom countless bowed to.
He was holding—
A giant umbrella.
But it was tilted almost entirely…
toward Zhu Zhuyun.
Half of his own body was drenched, soaked through, clothes clinging to him.
And he looked perfectly content being drenched.
Dai Tianfeng felt a jolt go through his body.
Ning Fengzhi… holding an umbrella… for a princess not yet married…?
What in the hell is going on??
His gaze skipped further back—
Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.
Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.
Both followed silently behind Ning Fengzhi.
And Bone Douluo—
Dragged a mutilated figure across the marble floor.
A figure missing an arm…
missing a leg…
golden hair plastered to his face.
A chilling familiarity lingered, but recognition was not immediate.
Dai Tianfeng's heart clenched tightly.
What… was this formation supposed to mean??
But he was an emperor.
He reacted instantly.
He stepped forward, his voice booming with imperial majesty.
"Sect Master Ning visiting my palace—
I failed to greet you from afar.
Forgive me!"
A respectful gesture.
A calculated step to reclaim authority.
But—
Ning Fengzhi…
Didn't even raise his head.
Didn't glance at him.
Didn't respond.
He simply followed half a step behind Zhu Zhuyun—
Head slightly bowed.
Posture slightly bent.
Expression humble.
Dai Tianfeng had seen that posture only once:
From the lowest palace servants addressing him.
A buzzing noise erupted inside his skull.
All the imperial dignity he was preparing—
All the calculations, all the plans, all the arrogance—
Shattered.
Declare war?
Pressure them?
Extract benefits?
Dai Tianfeng stared at Ning Fengzhi's humble bow…
His face burned—
As if an invisible hand had slapped him a dozen times
in front of his entire court.
This…
THIS is how a top-tier Sect Master behaves??
Someone tell me—
What in the hell is happening?!
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