Chapter 119: Defeating Davis with One Strike
The moment the words "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan" were uttered, Davis's expression changed.
As one of the continent's three upper sects—and the wealthiest among them—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was not a name he could take lightly.
He turned toward the girl who had spoken. He recognized her immediately: one of the participants in that fateful battle at the Great Spirit Arena against the Warlock.
Her Martial Soul was the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—the heiress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"Miss Ning must be joking," Davis said with a forced smile. "Zhu Zhuqing has always been a subject of the Xingluo Empire. How could she possibly have joined your clan?"
"I personally recruited her into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan a few months ago," Ning Rongrong said bluntly. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Davis's face darkened. He would not dare openly offend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan; with two Titled Douluos watching over it, even the Emperor himself had to show respect.
But to be publicly contradicted by a teenage girl bruised his royal pride.
"Even so," he sneered, "it's improper for your Clan to interfere with the royal affairs of the Xingluo Empire, don't you think?"
"I am interfering," Ning Rongrong said scornfully. "What about it?"
A prince who had yet to inherit his throne was nothing to her.
Davis's face turned black. He had intended to intimidate the young lady into submission, but she was far more domineering than expected.
The matter at hand had drifted far beyond Zhu Zhuqing—it was now a test of pride.
If the proud prince of Xingluo slunk away after being humiliated by a girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, it would make headlines across the empire. His reputation would shatter.
"If I insist on taking Zhu Zhuqing by force?" he said through clenched teeth.
"You can try," Ning Rongrong replied without flinching, giving a faint wink toward Luo Ling.
Her "cousin" was also from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—no way he'd sit idly by.
Davis frowned. He couldn't figure out what the girl was planning; she was just a support-type spirit master and stood there without any clan guards nearby. Was she simply bluffing?
After a moment's thought, Davis straightened, his pride replacing doubt. "Very well," he declared coldly. "Then I'll take her away today!"
White spirit rings flared to life around him as his spirit form burst forth—the White Tiger Avatar. Sharp claws and gleaming white fur appeared over his body.
Behind him, the middle-aged man and Zhu Zhuyun exchanged worried glances.
For a woman who had long since lost her right to the royal throne, provoking the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was sheer stupidity. Yet neither dared to stop him.
Davis charged forward—not at Ning Rongrong, whom he still feared—but straight toward Zhu Zhuqing.
But before he could reach her, a dark shadow flickered before his eyes. A massive black scythe blocked his path in a single, silent motion.
"Who?!" Davis shouted, stopping abruptly. The appearance had been completely undetectable—he hadn't sensed even a ripple of spirit energy.
Luo Ling didn't answer. He stood quietly, holding the Shadow Scythe, four simulated spirit rings pulsing rhythmically beneath his feet.
The aura of evil radiating from him spread through the entire training yard, chilling everyone present.
Among them, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San stiffened. They had both felt that darkness before—but never this powerful, never this suffocating.
Yu Xiaogang remembered Luo Ling's fight against Tang San. Back then, the scythe hadn't been so terrifying. Now, even as a Spirit Saint himself, he felt fear.
Tang San stared at the weapon—the pitch-black blade drenched in malice—and the faint confidence he'd gained from the Blood Demon Ritual melted away.
In comparison to that scythe's power, his little "evil attribute" Blue Silver Grass seemed laughably insignificant—like a pebble before the full moon.
"You intend to interfere, spirit master? This is a matter between the Xingluo royal family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!" Davis said sharply.
"I am from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan," Luo Ling replied calmly. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Davis's brow furrowed. That scythe in the youth's hands radiated a pressure like death itself—it made his soul feel numb.
It had to be a peerless weapon-type Martial Soul.
Both were Spirit Kings, but Davis wasn't certain he could win. Still, backing down would shame him completely.
His royal arrogance refused to allow it.
"Fine!" Davis roared. "Since you're of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, we'll settle this with a duel! If I win, I take Zhu Zhuqing. If I lose, I'll leave right now!"
He crossed his arms, spirit energy surging.
Luo Ling didn't respond—just stared.
The battle began and ended in less than a heartbeat.
As Davis lunged forward, Luo Ling simply raised his scythe.
The weapon pulsed, darkness gathering like a wave as an overwhelming pressure filled the air.
Black energy coiled along the blade—then exploded outward in a single arc of light, swift as a shooting star, sharp as fate itself.
Davis froze mid-charge. The instant the blade's aura touched him, dread flooded his mind.
He instantly activated his first spirit skill, White Tiger Barrier!
But the thin layer of golden light shattered like glass.
Panic flickered in his eyes—there was no time to evade.
At the last moment, the middle-aged attendant behind him moved—a blur of motion.
The man seized Davis and pulled him away just before the slash struck.
The black arc sliced through the air, cleaving a nearby tree clean in half. The trunk splintered, bubbling with black corrosion as the energy faded into silence.
Davis collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his face pale and drenched in sweat.
"I trust there's no need to continue," Luo Ling said coolly, casting a glance toward the man who had intervened.
Seven spirit rings glowed beneath the stranger's feet—a Speed-type Spirit Saint.
Only after a moment did Davis finally recover enough pride to scowl at Luo Ling, glaring stiffly before turning away.
He had demanded the duel himself—yet lost within seconds. Staying longer would only deepen his humiliation.
As the prince stalked off, silence filled the field.
The Shrek students watched in awe, while the members of the Emperor Team stood frozen, speechless.
They had seen Luo Ling fight Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan before—but that had been with Ning Rongrong's support.
Now, with his own power alone, he had defeated a royal prodigy in a single strike.
Terrifying didn't begin to describe it.
Even Qin Ming couldn't hide the spark in his eyes.
To find such a monstrously talented student—how could any teacher not long to claim him?
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