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Ning Fengzhi smashes Tang Hao!**
Everyone instinctively looked upward.
A golden streak tore through the sky—
Gold Crocodile Douluo descended like a celestial meteor.
BOOOOM!!!
He slammed down beside the enormous crater Tang Hao had created, the shockwave splitting the earth and launching dust hundreds of meters high.
When the haze finally settled, his youthful yet domineering face was dark—
storm clouds gathering between his brows.
His cold, razor-sharp gaze swept across everyone—
Ghost Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Devil Bear Douluo.
Spirit Kite Douluo.
Saint Dragon Douluo.
Sword Douluo.
Bone Douluo.
Even Sect Master Ning.
No matter who his gaze passed over, they all involuntarily lowered their heads.
Not a single person dared to meet his eyes.
The air froze.
A collective guilt silently permeated the forest.
"Excellent."
Gold Crocodile Douluo laughed—
but it was the kind of laugh that came from pure, volcanic fury.
He jabbed a finger toward them, shouting as though thunder was exploding behind his words:
"What did I tell you before we set off?!"
"The one and ONLY mission—
is to find the 'bonsai' suitable for the senior!"
"To complete the senior's entrusted task!"
"But YOU—"
His voice suddenly cracked like lightning:
"Not only did you ignore the mission,
you started treating Tang Hao, that useless scrap metal,
as a TOY!"
"And! You! Almost! Let! Him! Escape!"
"Do you NOT feel shame?!"
The veins on his forehead bulged, his chest rising and falling violently.
Even the hand he pointed with trembled from fury.
"To all of you—
is the senior's entrusted task so worthless?!"
At that moment, everyone instantly understood—
He wasn't angry Tang Hao almost ran.
He was angry they had
disrespected the senior's mission
by fooling around with a punching bag.
This was ideological sin.
This was sacrilege.
Even Ning Fengzhi lowered his head to the point it nearly scraped the dirt.
Yes…
The senior's mission came FIRST.
And they had nearly thrown it aside for a moment of excitement.
If this got back to the senior…
If he called them "disappointing"…
If he revoked their entry qualifications to Feng Ran Pavilion…
Just that thought alone made cold sweat pour down their backs.
Gold Crocodile Douluo saw their expressions shifting…
His rage eased—
but only a fraction.
He gritted his teeth.
"I really want to beat you bunch of priority-blind idiots to death!"
He didn't spare them another glance.
With a cold snort, he turned sharply and stormed into the dark cave.
The senior's 'bonsai' was still inside.
Outside the cave, silence suffocated the mountain range.
Only three things remained:
Tang Hao, unconscious in the pit.
Fifteen Titled Douluo glaring murderously.
And a single support-type Spirit Saint.
The atmosphere was so heavy it could crush stone.
Finally…
Devil Bear Douluo rubbed his head and muttered angrily:
"The more I think about it, the angrier I get."
"It's all this bastard's fault! Because of HIM, we got scolded by the Second Worship Elder!"
He glared at Tang Hao like a wolf deciding where to bite first.
Ghost Douluo hissed sinisterly:
"Kicking him a couple more times to vent… I find that very necessary."
Silence.
Then—
"Seconded!"
"Count me in!"
"Me too!"
Fifteen Titled Douluo instantly surged toward the pit like sharks smelling blood.
And then…
A brutal, rhythmic, methodical group beating commenced.
No one knew how long it lasted.
Tang Hao finally regained consciousness.
Or more precisely—
he was forced to wake up.
The moment his mind cleared, he didn't feel pain—
He felt the vibrations.
Continuous.
Relentless.
Coming from every direction.
Someone kicked his ribs.
Someone kicked his back.
Someone stomped his face.
Several were targeting his lower half with terrifying precision.
"Devil Bear! Stop going for the low blows!
I already claimed that spot!"
Tang Hao curled up into a pitiful shrimp shape, desperately trying to guard his head and crotch.
He wanted to fight back—
but one twitch brought a flurry of attacks ten times fiercer.
He wanted to curse—
but the moment he opened his mouth, a size-48 boot landed right on it.
His eyes spun wildly—
searching for ANY ally, ANY lifeline.
Through a crack between two Titled Douluo thighs—
he finally found one.
Ning Fengzhi.
Standing outside the pit.
Smiling.
Hands behind his back.
Watching like it was a stage performance at a festival.
"Ning Fengzhi!!!"
Tang Hao roared as if clinging to his final breath.
"In previous years, YOU advocated for the Upper Three Sects to unite against Spirit Hall!"
"But today—
you actually JOIN them in dealing with me!"
"Are you not afraid my Clear Sky Sect will sever ties with your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School forever?!"
Provocation.
Threat.
The last desperate struggle of a drowning man.
But—
The moment the words fell, the entire area fell dead silent.
Fifteen heads slowly turned.
All eyes locked onto Ning Fengzhi.
The Sect Master's smile froze instantly.
A bead of cold sweat the size of a soybean slid down his cheek.
He had the distinct feeling that Tang Hao's words—
had changed the way Spirit Hall looked at him.
Suspicion.
Doubt.
Vigilance.
Absolutely intolerable.
Ning Fengzhi's heart seized.
His Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had JUST managed to get close to the senior's circle.
He had finally boarded the senior's great ship.
And now this dog Tang Hao—
wanted to drag him into the ocean with ONE sentence?!
Cooperate with Clear Sky Sect?
Clear Sky Sect?
Before the senior, what was the Clear Sky Sect worth?!
Nothing!
Not even dust!
Ning Fengzhi's face flushed purple.
"You're talking nonsense!!"
A roar burst from his throat—
shattering every bit of his dignified Sect Master image.
He pointed at Tang Hao and righteously proclaimed:
"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has ALWAYS followed
the righteous and noble Spirit Hall!"
"When have we EVER cooperated with your reclusive, cowardly, treacherous Clear Sky Sect?!"
"Tang Hao! Stop spreading rumors and trying to drive a wedge between me and the esteemed Elders of Spirit Hall!"
His voice shook the trees.
Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo collectively nodded, satisfied.
Ah.
This old fox still had awareness.
But Ning Fengzhi wasn't done.
Words were not enough.
He needed action.
With a flash of multicolored light—
he summoned the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda.
But he didn't activate any support abilities.
Instead—
he grabbed the pagoda backward by its tip.
And—
hoisted it over his shoulder
like a spiked CLUB.
Under fifteen pairs of stunned eyes—
Ning Fengzhi leaped into the pit, squeezing between Ghost Leopard and Snake Lance Douluo.
He raised the pagoda like a giant hammer and—
THWACK!
THWACK!
Two crisp blows landed on Tang Hao's skull.
"I'll teach you to spout nonsense!"
"I'll teach you to sow discord!"
Not heavy.
But absolutely, crushingly humiliating.
The World fell silent.
Even the Titled Douluo mid-kick froze in disbelief.
Their jaws dropped.
Their souls trembled.
"Sect Master Ning… Ning…?"
Is the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda…
really supposed to be used like THAT?
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