Chapter 135: 152. With Such Sincerity, How Could My Body Sect Refuse
Bibi Dong convened a grand sect reevaluation to reselect the continent's Upper Three Sects.
From the former trio, Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen arrived in turn. Ning Fengzhi greeted, "Sect Master Yu, we meet again."
"Yes, Sect Master Ning, we meet again. Let me introduce someone." Yu Yuanzhen patted the young man's back. "This is my son, Yu Xiaomen—an 87th-level Soul Douluo. His martial soul is the Golden Holy Dragon."
"Oh? So your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had such a gifted treasure hidden away," Ning Fengzhi said in surprise.
Yu Yuanzhen laughed. "A pity this reelection came a bit early. Otherwise, my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect would be attending with two Titled Douluo."
After exchanging courtesies, they separated. Gu Rong murmured to Ning Fengzhi, "Sect Master, the Golden Holy Dragon is no simple spirit. If that genius matures, he'll lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to challenge our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's current standing. Shall I—" He drew a thumb across his neck.
Gu Rong, whose martial soul carries rare space attributes and can traverse time and space, often handles the sect's dirty work—silencing many geniuses who, upon awakening, intended to join Spirit Hall.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, speaking earnestly. "Uncle Gu, how many times must this be said? The situation has changed. Spirit Hall holds absolute dominance. The Upper Three Sects must share breath and stand as one. The rise of such talents helps check Spirit Hall's ambition—and benefits our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"…Very well," Gu Rong said, suppressing his dark impulse.
Beyond the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sects, the Lower Four—Dragon Elephant Sect, Black Tiger Sect, Wind Sword Sect, and Fire Leopard Sect—entered in sequence, alongside many other invited powers.
Bibi Dong emerged, with Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo at her back. The three took the high platform and faced the assembled sect masters below.
"Welcome, sect masters, to this reevaluation conference hosted by Spirit Hall."
"We greet Your Holiness," the sect masters replied, rising to salute.
Bibi Dong inclined her head. "To the matter at hand. The Clear Sky Sect has strayed from the Way. Their soul masters assaulted Spirit Hall and slaughtered countless innocents, abandoning the virtues soul masters should uphold. Therefore, Spirit Hall strips the Clear Sky Sect of all honors. They are no longer among the Upper Three, nor the world's foremost sect. Today, we are here to reorder the continent's sects—reselecting the Upper Three and the Lower Four."
"Now, the rules. First, we contest the position of First among the Upper Three. With the Clear Sky Sect removed, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will hold the platform. Any sect may challenge them; if they defeat the Seven Treasure Sect, they become the world's number one sect. If Seven Treasure defends successfully, they remain First of the Upper Three."
"Afterward, Second and Third of the Upper Three will be decided with the same rules. All sects may fight at full strength to defend or seize positions."
"Eligibility: for Upper Three contests, only Titled Douluo may mount the platform, and the Seven Treasure Sect's master, Ning Fengzhi, may also step up. For the Lower Four selection, contenders on the platform must be Soul Douluo."
Before she could finish, laughter rolled across the sky. "Hahahahaha! How could a grand reselection of the Upper Three proceed without my Body Sect?"
Everyone stood, looking outward.
From three directions, vast soul power auras approached: golden light from the left, ice-blue cold from the right, and blazing scarlet in the center.
The Body Sect's three strongest Titled Douluo hovered above the arena, standing in the air. Their ring configurations were three purple, three black, three red.
"How can this be…" Yu Yuanzhen muttered. Though he had heard rumors of their abnormal configurations, seeing it in person was overwhelming.
Behind them stood four elders whose auras also revealed Titled Douluo cultivation. Their ring configurations, though less oppressive, were still extraordinary: yellow-purple-purple-purple-black-black-black-black-red; or yellow-purple-purple-black-black-black-black-red-red; the weakest among them still bore yellow-purple-purple-purple-black-black-black-black-black-black.
The Body Sect had seven Titled Douluo elders, all under level 95, with the strongest—Zhao Quan—at level 95. Yet they were young, nowhere near exhausting their potential.
"This is Spirit Hall's domain. How dare you run wild," came a cold shout.
Hidden guardians, the two Titled Douluo Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, erupted from the flanks wielding coiling-dragon staves.
Though their ring arrays lacked the Body Sect's shock value, their cultivation ran deeper, and ring-and-bone advantages diminish past level 95. With their current strength, these consecrated guardians could have easily taken the Body Sect's leading trio.
Suddenly, space shattered in front of them, opening a rift. The vast power from within forced both Super Douluo back.
The onlookers were stunned. Qian Jun and Jiang Mo were executioners who had stormed the Clear Sky Sect; Jiang Mo had even slain the sect's final foundation, the level 97 Super Douluo Tang Ba.
Huo Qiqiang stepped out of the spatial fissure, the Eye of Origin of Fate open as he stared down the two Super Douluo.
From Huo Qiqiang, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo sensed a soul power vast enough to rival Golden Crocodile Douluo or Qian Daoliu.
For a moment, neither moved.
Behind Huo Qiqiang, the Body Sect's Titled Douluo bowed. "We greet the Sect Master (Teacher)."
"You are… the Body Sect's master," Bibi Dong said, surprised.
"I am," Huo Qiqiang replied.
"Arriving uninvited is a poor habit," Bibi Dong said coolly.
"This grand conclave of sects cannot lack my Body Sect—leaving that aside, we are not uninvited. Isn't that right, Sect Master Ning?" Huo Qiqiang's gaze flicked to Ning Fengzhi.
At once, the eyes of Bibi Dong, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, Chrysanthemum, Ghost, and other Spirit Hall elites fell upon Ning Fengzhi. Cold sweat ran down his back.
"Sect Master Ning spent twenty percent of his sect's wealth to invite my Body Sect to this event. With such sincerity, how could we refuse?" Huo Qiqiang said.
(END CHAPTER)
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