Watching Tang San, their last hope, also defeated, Grandmaster on the platform snorted coldly and left the arena.
"Xiao Gang!"
Liu Erlong glanced back at the students with a conflicted expression, but still called out Grandmaster's name and followed him.
Flander's face was full of regret. If he had been nicer to those girls, all the glory would belong to Shrek Academy now.
But there is no regret medicine in the world. Flander shook his head, called Zhao Wuji and Oscar beside him, and walked towards the arena, wanting to comfort the students who had just experienced setbacks.
On the highest platform, Salas's eyes were full of horror, followed by a deep gloom. This Royal Fight Second Team could already threaten their Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
Thinking in his heart, a trace of killing intent emerged in Salas's sinister eyes, which even Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi felt, and they frowned.
Before Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi could say anything, Ning Bei beside them directly released a trace of aura unique to a Super Douluo, enveloping him.
Salas was immediately terrified. He had only felt this kind of aura from the Pope.
Even the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Titled Douluo were slightly inferior.
Salas mechanically turned his head to look at Ning Bei, whom he had not paid attention to before, his eyes full of shock.
"You, you..."
"You what? If you don't want your life, you can continue to release your killing intent and try."
Ning Bei didn't even look at him, his tone full of unquestionable authority, as if killing Salas was as easy as crushing an ant.
"Can I understand that you are provoking our Spirit Hall?"
Salas stared at Ning Bei's young face with an ugly expression. When had he, in his high position, ever suffered such humiliation? Even in the presence of a Titled Douluo, he didn't have to lower himself.
"Heh, of course you can. Then can I understand that this is your last words?"
Ning Bei chuckled disdainfully. If he didn't show some color, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could come up and threaten him?
Salas's expression froze, and then became hideous. What was wrong with this person? Did he even know what he was saying?
"I hope you don't misunderstand yourself. Spirit Hall is not something you can offend, even if you have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind you..."
Upon hearing this, Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, and Qian Renxue's expressions all changed.
But before they could say anything.
A violent aura directly blew Salas away, and he rolled several times on the ground.
"You..."
Salas, who had just gotten up and wanted to say something, met Ning Bei's murderous eyes, and immediately swallowed the words back into his throat, swallowing a mouthful of blood.
This person really dares to kill me, he's not joking.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue quickly got up and came to Ning Bei.
"I hope Brother Ning can give me some face and spare Bishop Salas's life. After all, this matter represents the face of my Heaven Dou Empire."
Seeing this, Xue Ye quickly gave Ning Fengzhi a look, and then hurriedly got up and said:
"That's right, virtuous nephew Ning Bei, Salas doesn't deserve to die!"
Seeing that the two were giving him an out, Ning Bei also planned to let it go. Killing someone from her Spirit Hall in front of Little Angel was really not a good idea, even if they were from Bibi Dong's side.
"You can go back and ask Bibi Dong if she dares to say those words in front of me."
"This time, I'll spare your life for the sake of His Majesty and the Crown Prince. Just a Soul Douluo, it's better to keep your tail between your legs in Heaven Dou!"
Salas gnashed his yellow teeth, but he didn't dare to continue with his harsh words. He struggled to get up, cupped his hands, and quietly left the arena.
Qian Renxue secretly gave Ning Bei a reproachful look, then returned to her seat, secretly thinking about reminding her subordinates to be extra careful when they encountered Ning Rongrong in the future.
Offending Ning Bei wasn't a big deal, she could just plead for mercy, or make a few trips to the Ice God Hall to solve the problem.
But if someone threatened the people around him, the matter probably wouldn't even reach her ears before the person was gone.
Qian Renxue assumed that Salas's murderous intent towards Ning Rongrong had angered her man.
Seeing the Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop being humiliated, Xue Ye was in a great mood, and said to Ning Fengzhi with a smile:
"Sect Leader Ning, your son has truly surprised me! So young, yet he can scare Salas out of his wits, truly a dragon among men!"
Ning Fengzhi couldn't suppress the smile on his face for a moment, and cupped his hands towards Xue Ye. As long as you praise my son, we're good friends.
"Not at all, not at all, this kid still has a long way to go, His Majesty is too kind."
"Hahaha, Sect Leader Ning is too modest!"
"Just lucky, just lucky."
Ning Bei looked at his old man speechlessly. You just stole my "just lucky"?
Currently, due to the existence of the great enemy, Spirit Hall, Xue Ye was not afraid of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect becoming too strong. In his heart, the Ning Family was better the stronger it was, otherwise, wouldn't it be crushed at the first touch when Spirit Hall really came?
This was also the reason why Ning Bei dared to directly expose his strength.
In the subsequent matches, due to the previous interlude, none of the people on the high platform paid attention to them.
Xue Ye kept trying to get close to Ning Fengzhi, occasionally inquiring about Ning Bei's situation, and even planned to betroth his daughter to Ning Bei.
This made Little Angel's face as dark as water, which Ning Bei found amusing. The entire high platform seemed to be filled with the smell of jealousy.
After the first round of matches, the group bid farewell and left.
On the way out, Qian Renxue gently poked Ning Bei's arm, giving him a knowing look.
Ning Bei nodded in understanding, greeted Ning Fengzhi, and found Qian Renxue in a private room of a restaurant. She had already changed back into women's clothing.
"It's an honor for Brother Ning to come, Qing He is extremely grateful!"
Ning Bei rolled his eyes at her. Is she addicted to pretending?
Seeing this, Qian Renxue pouted, feeling bored.
"Hey, bad guy, Salas isn't my man, don't take it to heart. I'll tell Grandfather to send someone to warn him."
"What, are you afraid I'll misunderstand you?"
Ning Bei looked at her playfully, listening to Little Angel's explanation.
Little Angel's thoughts were guessed by her man, and she glared at him in embarrassment, then turned her head away.
"Don't worry, this sister-in-law of yours wouldn't go after her little sister-in-law, would she? I was just intimidating those who don't have eyes, and I didn't go for the kill, did I?"
"By the way, our team gave you some face, right!"
Turning the page on the matter, Ning Bei looked at the Little Angel with a face full of eagerness for credit.
"Hmph, not bad, it's just a preliminary round. If you can't win it, see how I bother you!"
"Oh? How will you bother me? By giving birth to ten Little Angels and exhausting me?"
Qian Renxue's pretty face flushed red, and she glared fiercely at Ning Bei.
"Get lost, do you think I'm a pig!"
"Then how many do you want to have?"
"Have you get lost, I won't have even one!"
Almost getting tricked by Ning Bei, the Little Angel's fur stood on end as she roared in anger.
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