Chapter 105 – 122. I Gave You a Chance, and You Wasted It
In an instant, the martial spirit avatars of Kuang Xi and Man Niu let out despairing cries. Cold air spread outward as both of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Title Douluo perished, their bodies frozen solid into ice.
The sudden turn of events shocked everyone present.
A moment ago, it had been a standoff—Ning Fengzhi with two Guardian Douluo of his sect standing proudly against Spirit Hall's Worshippers. Now, both protectors had fallen, leaving Ning Fengzhi, a support-type Spirit Master, standing alone on the front line with his martial spirit still active, completely exposed.
As the two Title Douluo fell, every gaze turned toward the direction from which the arrows had been loosed.
Upon a distant mountain stood a figure that seemed to be a youthful boy—his silver hair flowing, an ice-blue bow in hand. He toyed with another arrow as he said playfully,
"Oh dear, looks like they found my position. But since this old man happens to be the strongest here, why bother hiding anymore?"
With a single leap, he crossed the distance of a thousand meters, landing behind Qian Jun and Jiang Mo.
"Spirit Hall's Fifth Worshipper—Guang Ling Douluo!"
A vast surge of soul power radiated from him, even greater than that of Qian Jun and Jiang Mo.
Sweat poured down Tang Kai's forehead. "That soul power… it must be at least level 98. Spirit Hall actually sent two level-97 Super Douluo and one at level 98 just to deal with our Clear Sky Sect. Truly, they think far too highly of us."
"Even if your sect's strength has declined thanks to Tang Hao," Guang Ling Douluo said, "you still carry the title of the world's number one sect. Bringing a few more men along is just a sensible precaution."
Meanwhile, the ever-composed Ning Fengzhi had completely forgotten his surroundings. His vacant eyes stared at the two frozen statues beside him. Through the crystalline ice, he could still see the final images of Kuang Xi and Man Niu—arrows had pierced their hearts, freezing them from within outward, turning their bodies to glaciers in mere seconds.
"Grandfather Kuang Xi… Grandfather Man Niu!" Ning Fengzhi fell to his knees, crying out in anguish.
Though both had been near the end of their lives, he could never have imagined they would die like this. A crushing sorrow filled his chest.
Suddenly, a massive shadow fell over him. The broad figure of Jiang Mo loomed above, his immense presence blotting out the light. When Ning Fengzhi looked up, his heart froze with terror—he found himself face to face with a Super Douluo of Spirit Hall. A mere level-79 Spirit Saint like him stood no chance.
His face turned pale as parchment, his body trembling uncontrollably. The calm confidence he'd shown earlier, shielded by two Title Douluo, had long vanished.
Jiang Mo reached out lazily, gripping Ning Fengzhi's head in his palm as though toying with a fruit. Ning Fengzhi didn't dare to move. He could feel the terrifying pressure radiating from that hand, and he knew—one squeeze, and his skull would shatter like tofu.
"The Three Upper Sects stand as one, don't they?" Jiang Mo said mockingly. "So opposing the Clear Sky Sect means opposing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as well, is that right? You mean to fight Spirit Hall? Ning Fengzhi, does your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect even have that strength? Don't blame me for being unfair—I warned you to withdraw gracefully, didn't I?"
He turned Ning Fengzhi's head back and forth in his palm like a plaything, his words cold as steel. Then, with a sharp shove, he pushed Ning Fengzhi's head aside. "But why won't you listen, hmm? I gave you a chance, and you wasted it! Huh? I gave you a chance, and you wasted it!"
Ning Fengzhi fell hard to the ground, humiliation flooding every corner of his being.
"You claim your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't stand idle, that you'll advance and retreat with the Clear Sky Sect, yes? You say Tang Hao left the Clear Sky Sect, so it has nothing to do with them, yes? You threaten us by invoking the Three Upper Sects, huh?" Jiang Mo sneered. "You've got guts, Ning Fengzhi. Fine—let's use your logic, then. After we finish the Clear Sky Sect, my brother Qian Jun and I will 'leave' Spirit Hall, then storm your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and slaughter every one of you from top to bottom! We'll erase the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda from this world."
He stroked his staff coldly. "Don't worry—by then, I'll no longer be part of Spirit Hall. This massacre will have nothing to do with them. Later, I can rejoin Spirit Hall, and the world will simply call it protecting one of their own. Who could say otherwise?"
Fear flickered in Ning Fengzhi's eyes as he scrambled to his knees, crawling before Jiang Mo. "Please don't! Senior Jiang Mo, I was blind, I didn't recognize your greatness!"
"Hahaha!" Jiang Mo laughed icily. "If you want me to spare your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, fine—kneel before everyone here. Kowtow three times, infuse your words with soul power, and shout loud enough for everyone to hear: 'Grandfather Jiang Mo, I don't dare anymore.' Do that properly, and perhaps your sect will be allowed to live for now."
Ning Fengzhi's face twisted with shame, but thoughts of his sect flooded his mind—thousands of lives under his command, his pregnant wife about to give birth—he forced himself down to his knees.
Channeling his soul power, he spoke loudly, "Grandfather Jiang Mo, I don't dare anymore!"
He kowtowed thrice, his forehead slamming into the ground. When he looked up, his voice trembled. "Senior, is this enough?"
Jiang Mo shrunk his staff into a thin rod, grinning. "Once more—I didn't quite hear it. And do it properly this time. Harder on the kowtow, louder when you speak. Show me your sincerity."
Utter humiliation burned his face. Ning Fengzhi smashed his head down again, over and over, until his forehead bled, crying out with each strike, "Grandfather Jiang Mo, I don't dare anymore!"
"Hahaha!" Jiang Mo laughed, gripping Ning Fengzhi's head once more. "Now that's better! At least you know your place. Now get lost!"
Relieved beyond words, Ning Fengzhi stood shakily, preparing to leave that wretched place—but Jiang Mo sent a fierce kick into his back, knocking him down again.
"When I say 'get lost,' I mean roll!"
"Yes, yes!" Ning Fengzhi stammered, curling into a ball and literally rolling away.
Shame filled the air. Tang Kai and Yu Yuanzhen couldn't even bear to look. If it had been them, they would rather have died than endure such disgrace.
Jiang Mo then turned his gaze on Yu Yuanzhen, his tone threatening.
"Yu Yuanzhen—old dragon, are you also planning to 'stand together' with the Clear Sky Sect? Want to challenge Spirit Hall too?"
Yu Yuanzhen shook his head violently. "No—no! That statement about the Three Upper Sects acting as one, that was Ning Fengzhi's personal claim. It doesn't represent the will of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect! Whatever happens between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect today has nothing to do with us!"
(END CHAPTER)
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