Yu Yuanzhen’s terrifying thunderous pressure smashed down overwhelmingly, and the entire plaza of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School instantly fell into complete chaos.
“Oh my god, why did this Old freak really come!”
“Quickly get down! Don’t get struck by lightning!”
More than half of the guests were shaken until their Qi and blood surged, and those with cultivation below the Spirit Ancestor directly fell headfirst under the tables, scrambling and crawling out to hide.
On one side, Hu Yan Zhen of the Elephant Armored Academy fiercely gulped down a large mouthful of wine, suppressing the churning Qi and blood in his chest, his eyes widened like copper bells.
Meanwhile, Bishop Salas sitting on the other side had his Face turned pale by this pressure at this moment.
But under the cover of his long sleeve robes, his hand trembled with excitement.
The heavens have eyes.
These past few days, he had been worrying about how to probe the trump cards of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the Supreme Pontiff Palace was urging him tightly.
Go up and ask directly?
Bishop Salas wasn’t that stupid!
Send people to sneak in?
The headquarters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was currently guarded like an iron bucket by the two Douluos, Sword and Bone.
As a result, today, this hot-tempered old Dragon actually delivered himself to the door to be the first bird to stick its neck out!
“Make a fuss, the bigger the fuss the better.”
Bishop Salas lowered his head, concealing the gloating expression on his Face.
“With today’s commotion, the relationship between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is probably going to freeze directly.”
“Moreover, this Old man wants to see if you, Chen Xin, really obtained a 100,000-year Soul Ring.”
High in the air, the blue lightning around Yu Yuanzhen’s body became increasingly manic.
Just when everyone thought the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were going to fly into a rage, Ning Tian on the high platform suddenly clicked his tongue.
Ning Tian groped out a megaphone from his spirit tool and placed it by his mouth.
“The one hanging all over with lightning up there, you must be the old Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, right?”
The voice, after being magnified, exploded in the chaotic plaza, clearly entering everyone’s ears.
Yu Yuanzhen lowered his head and glanced at him, not making a sound.
Ning Tian didn’t care about that and directly started berating.
“I say Senior Yu, you are already at such an advanced age, a person with half a body already in the grave, how can you not even understand some basic worldly wisdom?”
“What day is it today? It is the great auspicious day of me, Ning Tian, taking a wife!”
“Look at the thousands of tables of banquets down below, figures with status and Face from the entire Heaven Dou Empire are all here to share the joy.”
“You’re good, bringing dozens of people, stepping on dark clouds over, and still randomly discharging electricity everywhere!”
Ning Tian held the megaphone, pointing at Yu Yuanzhen in the sky, his tone full of disdain.
“Those who know understand that you came to ask for guidance and spar.”
“Those who don’t know would think your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is about to go bankrupt, truly unable to keep the pot boiling, and ran to the wedding banquet of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to form a group to beg for food!”
“Not letting people eat, do you want to pack everything up and take it back later?”
As soon as these words came out, the entire audience was pin-drop silent.
Even the people hiding under the tables couldn’t help sticking their heads out, looking at the Trash Young Lord on the stage with a ghost-seeing expression.
Are you crazy?
That is a level 95 attack system Titled Douluo!
The owner of the continent’s number one Beast Spirit!
You, an ordinary person without even a spirit ring, point at someone’s nose and scold them as a beggar?
Listen carefully, Young Master Ning’s words, though crude in phrasing, make complete sense!
Jianghu rules, when people are celebrating a joyous occasion, even if there is a heaven-shattering grudge, one cannot bring people to smash the venue at this juncture.
This is called ruining morality.
Sure enough, those dozens of core elites of the Blue Lightning Sect who came with Yu Yuanzhen in the sky were all scolded until their Faces turned red.
A few younger Disciples even lowered their heads in shame.
Usually, they were masters who walked sideways outside, but they wouldn’t do this.
Today they followed the Sect Master to pick a fight, but had their underwear stripped off in front of the heroes of the world; it was simply shameful to the extreme.
Shui Bing’er stood behind Ning Tian, looking at this back that was half a head taller than her, her red lips slightly parted.
She was somewhat stunned.
Just at that instant when the violent wind suddenly rose and the thunder pressed down, this profligate eldest young master, who in the eyes of outsiders had no power to truss a chicken, his first reaction turned out to be protecting her behind him.
That kind of instinctive protective action could not be fake.
What shocked her even more was Ning Tian’s performance at this moment.
Changing to an ordinary useless person, facing the pressure of a Titled Douluo, they would probably have peed their pants from fear long ago.
Yet Ning Tian not only stood straight, but even dared to pick up the megaphone and logically blast the opponent until they couldn’t get off the stage.
There was no unreasonable harassment, all of it was soul-crushing logic!
Shui Bing’er looked at Ning Tian’s profile, suddenly feeling that he was somewhat handsome!
Father was right, this is being proud to superiors without humiliating subordinates.
“This marriage seems not as hard to endure as imagined.”
Thinking of this, Shui Bing’er lowered her eyelids, her heart inexplicably settling down a bit.
High in the air.
Yu Yuanzhen listened to those vocabulary words from Ning Tian, the blue veins on his forehead throbbing wildly.
But he still didn’t refute, nor did he directly attack Ning Tian.
He, a dignified Sect Master, if he went to have a verbal battle with a Junior without spirit power, then the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would truly become a joke.
At the same time, he knew better than anyone in his heart that today’s matter was done extremely unethically, and could even be said to have trampled the Face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan on the ground.
However, he had no choice!
A few days ago, Yu Luomian fled back to the Sect in utter wretchedness, and the news he brought back was simply like a bolt from the blue, blowing the high-level officials of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan upside down.
Ning Fengzhi broke through the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Sword Douluo Chen Xin possessed a 100,000-year Soul Ring!
If this was true, the balance of the Upper Three Sects would completely collapse.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan originally wanted to expand.
But if the combat power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School swelled to such an extent, those small forces under the suppression of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would definitely switch sides immediately.
This point alone was enough to keep Yu Yuanzhen awake all night.
Moreover, he didn’t believe it either.
Aren’t spirit rings unable to be replaced?
Furthermore, a 100,000-year Soul Ring is a legendary existence; how could Chen Xin obtain it without a sound?
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Even if he bore the notoriety of breaking the rules, even if he was pointed at by the people of the world and cursed as an old shameless person, he had to personally confirm the authenticity of this 100,000-year Soul Ring!
If Yu Luomian was deceived by an illusion, then today he would take the opportunity to dampen the Face of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and solidify the prestige of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
If it is true…
Then we’ll talk about it later!
“Ning Fengzhi!”
Yu Yuanzhen shifted his gaze away from Ning Tian, staring fixedly at the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School who had remained motionless on the main seat.
“Stop letting a Junior be so sharp-tongued here!”
“Since this Old man came today, he never planned to drink this cup of reconciliation wine!”
“Chen Xin! Back in the year, you were also considered a resounding figure; do you intend today to shrink behind a Junior and act like a turtle hiding its head?!”
Yu Yuanzhen abruptly raised his right hand, the thunder light in his palm surging violently.
A huge Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon phantom entirely condensed from lightning roared and formed in the clouds, ready to dive down at any moment.
On the main seat.
Ning Fengzhi leisurely placed the teacup in his hand onto the tabletop.
Making a soft ‘da’ sound.
Following closely, Chen Xin, who was sitting beside him, slowly stood up.
He didn’t look at Yu Yuanzhen in the sky, nor did he take out his Spirit, just like an ordinary old man, he patted the slight dust on his long robes.
“Tian’er, take your wife and stay to the side.”
Hearing this, Ning Tian chuckled, put away the megaphone, and pulled Shui Bing’er to back away.
“Grandpa Sword, you old man, go easy on the strikes, don’t shatter the floor tiles of this plaza; they were just laid and are super expensive.”
Hearing Ning Tian’s banter, Chen Xin rarely shook his head.
Afterwards, he raised his head, looking straight at Yu Yuanzhen in mid-air without any nonsense.
He brought his fingers together like a sword, toward that pitch-black thundercloud above his head, and slashed upwards seemingly casually.
“Hum—!”
An extremely pure sword hum suddenly exploded.
Yu Yuanzhen’s pupils abruptly contracted, staring fixedly at Chen Xin’s feet.
All the guests in the audience, including Bishop Salas, even had their breathing stagnate.
The next second. spirit rings violently surged upward from the soles of Chen Xin’s feet!
Besides yellow, purple, black, there was also…
Red!
A 100,000-year Soul Ring!
Accompanied by the lighting up of this ninth spirit ring, an invisible yet sharp-to-the-extreme cold Sword Qi rose directly from the ground!
“Screeech—!”
The thundercloud in the sky was forcibly split into two from the middle by this Sword Qi!
Sunlight poured down along the crack, shining precisely on Chen Xin’s body.
Above the horizon, the lightning around Yu Yuanzhen shattered layer by layer under this peerlessly strong Sword Intent, and his whole body was forced back more than ten meters before barely stabilizing his figure, his Face as pale as paper.
Chen Xin’s figure slowly rose into the air, his hands behind his back, a quaint Seven Kill Sword looming behind him.
He looked at Yu Yuanzhen, whose Face was full of shock, and said in a flat tone.
“Old Dragon, what do you want to ask for guidance on?”