Heavenly Dou City, the Dark Night Duel Arena.
This is the liveliest time.
Ning Fengzhi lifted the curtain and stepped down. Although he was worried about Rongrong, the appearance of two women from this place in the sky made him have to come and investigate first.
He looked at the crowd at the entrance, which was orderly and there wasn't even a single person making a loud noise.
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but take a second look; he didn't believe that the people of Tiandou City were of high quality.
He couldn't help but think to himself, "It seems there is an extremely powerful Soul Master here."
He straightened his clothes, and without any entourage, walked quickly to the gate alone.
As soon as he got close, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
In the very center of the gate stood a tall, burly man, none other than Steward Tai, who had been guarding the gate.
Deacon Tai simply glanced down at him casually.
Buzz!
Ning Fengzhi felt his breath catch in his throat; the sheer pressure of that pure power felt like a heavy mountain pressing down on his chest.
"this..."
Ning Fengzhi was shocked, and a fine layer of sweat instantly seeped out from his back.
Although he was a level 79 Soul Saint, he had Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu by his side every day. What kind of powerful pressure hadn't he seen?
But the burly gatekeeper in front of him exerted a greater pressure on him than anyone he had ever met.
Ning Fengzhi swallowed hard, his throat feeling dry.
Just as he was about to bite the bullet and go forward to pay his respects, a young man dressed in black brocade robes walked out of the gate.
The man had a devilishly handsome appearance, with a smile that seemed gentle but was actually chilling.
He greeted Ning Fengzhi politely, "The presence of the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is an honor to our humble establishment. Welcome!"
The moment Ning Fengzhi saw him, every cell in his body screamed.
Danger! Extreme danger!
The feeling was like being targeted by an ancient, ferocious beast; if you dared to make the slightest move, you would be torn to shreds in the next second.
"Hello...
Ning Fengzhi, who was usually calm, composed, and gentle, was now speaking with a slight stutter.
He took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain the dignity of a sect leader, and followed the man in black into the dueling arena.
As the man in black walked, he introduced himself: "I am the evil manager here, in charge of all matters, big and small, in the dueling arena."
"Sect Leader Ning, you didn't come here just to watch the competition, did you?"
Sect Leader Ning nodded slightly nervously, his eyes not daring to wander.
"Yes... I would like to meet with the owner of your dueling arena. Would that be convenient?"
He unconsciously lowered his posture, becoming even more humble than when facing Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall.
The burly man at the entrance, who looked like a mountain, and the unfathomable evil mastermind before him had a tremendous psychological impact on him.
This is hardly a small dueling arena; it's clearly a powerful force teeming with hidden talents.
The evil steward didn't speak, but led Ning Fengzhi into a long, secluded corridor.
Upon entering, the light dimmed instantly.
For some reason, Ning Fengzhi felt that the temperature here was frighteningly low. As a Soul Saint, he actually felt a bone-chilling cold and had to circulate his soul power to protect himself.
While he was still wondering where the chill came from.
"Smack—!"
A crisp, explosive sound suddenly rang out in the deep corridor.
The sound was so loud that it echoed in the enclosed corridor, making Ning Fengzhi's ears ring and his vision go black.
His heart clenched with fear, and he looked ahead in terror.
At the end of the corridor, a slender figure slowly walked towards them.
She toyed with a long whip that emitted a ghostly blue light in her hand, and with each step she took, a layer of frost would condense in the surrounding air.
The evil steward stopped and looked at the newcomer with some helplessness: "Ice steward, stop playing with that whip."
"Do you know you've scared the guests?"
The blue-haired woman known as the Ice Butler glanced at him coldly, her red lips parting slightly: "What's it to you?"
When Ning Fengzhi saw her face clearly, his first reaction was amazement. She was so beautiful, like an ice goddess descended to earth.
But the next moment, this amazement turned into deep fear.
As the blue-haired woman approached, he felt his soul power freezing, and even his blood flow slowing down.
Is this also an extremely powerful Title Douluo?
Seeing that she was so disrespectful, the evil steward raised an eyebrow, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.
"ha?"
boom--!
An extremely violent and terrifying aura instantly erupted from his body. The man who had been gentle and refined just moments before now seemed to have transformed into a tyrannical evil lord.
Caught in the middle, Ning Fengzhi felt a chill run down his spine, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.
The collision of these two auras made him feel as if his soul was trembling and about to shatter at any moment.
However, just when Ning Fengzhi thought the two were about to fight.
The usually aloof Ice Butler suddenly softened his demeanor, and the icy coldness on his face instantly melted away.
She addressed Ning Fengzhi, her tone becoming extremely polite: "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, sir, I frightened you."
This sudden change was so fast that Ning Fengzhi's brain short-circuited.
Caught between these two terrifying auras, he was pale-faced and could only force a smile.
"It's...it's okay..."
The evil steward instantly withdrew his violent aura and returned to his gentle demeanor.
He gestured for them to come this way: "My younger sister is quite ignorant and has made Sect Leader Ning laugh at her. This way, please."
As he spoke, he led Ning Fengzhi, whose legs were still trembling, forward.
The Ice Butler, who was standing still, stuck out his tongue at the Evil Steward and made a face.
"Hehehe! Mind your own business!"
When the evil steward walking ahead turned around, she had already transformed into a streak of blue light and disappeared in a flash.
Ning Fengzhi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that none of the roads he had walked in the past few decades had been as thrilling as these few hundred meters today.
finally.
The evil steward led him to a heavy black and gold door.
He first straightened his clothes, his face showing unparalleled respect.
The evil steward gently knocked on the door.
"king."
"The sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been brought here."
There was no immediate reply from inside the room.
But the evil steward remained standing there with a slight bow, even his breathing was soft.
This made Ning Fengzhi's heart pound wildly.
Along the way, I encountered three people in the dueling arena, each one more terrifying than the last.
What kind of master could inspire such unwavering loyalty and profound reverence in these powerful individuals?
What kind of existence is it exactly?
About ten seconds passed.
"Enter."
A calm, deep voice emanated from inside the room; though not loud, it possessed an awe-inspiring authority.
The evil steward gently pushed open the door, politely bowed his head, and made way for her.
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath to calm his nervous heart and stepped inside.
The room was large, simply decorated, and exuded a cold, hard style.
The light was dim.
Only a few rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the heavy curtains, illuminating just the spot where Ning Fengzhi was standing.
And behind the desk directly in front of him.
That area seemed to swallow even light, it was pitch black.
A girl in black could be vaguely seen standing upright beside the table, with a hot figure and a cold and aloof temperament.
Ning Fengzhi couldn't see the face of the person sitting in the chair at all.
All I could feel was a pair of deep eyes, silently watching me in the darkness.
"Sect Leader Ning."
A deep, authoritative voice rang out again, echoing in the dimly lit room.
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