As a result, Devil Bear Douluo dropped directly to one knee.
He looked at Chu Feng with such loyalty, as if he were the greatest devotee of a heavenly god.
He allowed the red light of the spirit rings to shine completely upon him, considering it his immense fortune.
To be able to witness such a shocking existence in this moment of his life, he would be willing even if he had to face the Yellow Springs right now.
Those were nine red spirit rings, nine demonic powers with a hundred-thousand-year limit.
It was an absolute crushing of all the so-called Peak Douluos on the Douluo Continent over the past several millennia.
Even if an ordinary person were to write a heavenly scripture and fabricate a tale, they wouldn't dare to compose such a legend.
One could even say it traces back to the ancient eras that the Douluo might have had; perhaps only such an era could produce such a legend.
And now, the legend was right before his eyes, his flesh and blood standing there so realistically.
"Is the Hall Master a god?"
Tears of blood welled in Heavenly Wind Douluo's eyes; his spirit power had backfired into his heart, overwhelmed by this peerless and majestic presence. He was far too excited.
But what he said happened to remind everyone present. Yes, except for a god, an ordinary person could not possibly possess such a posture that stood proud through the ages. Was he a god?
Yet the facts stated harshly to them that Chu Feng was nothing more than an ordinary Spirit Master with mediocre spirit power.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi's hands were shaking abnormally. Several strands of his floating black hair gradually and inexplicably turned white, and a few blood-colored veins abruptly bulged beneath his temples.
Although his spirit rings were beneath his feet, they were trembling exceptionally, and for a moment, there were even signs of them shifting out of alignment.
"Even if I must be shattered like jade, I will not allow you to take another step forward."
Ning Fengzhi forced an expression of confidence amidst his fear. His spirit rings began to separate from him, shifting several meters forward.
Then, the spirit rings vibrated downward toward the ground, releasing a wave of air and boiling with rolling, flickering light.
A more massive, more damaging, and more hellishly colored Seven-Story Pagoda spiraled upward.
"spirit rings don't represent everything. You would never imagine that besides spirit power, I also possess divine force."
Relying on a momentary bout of calm, even though the trembling in his thighs continued, Ning Fengzhi squeezed a sinister smile onto his face.
Seeing this, the faces of the Inner Sect Disciples became flushed and bright again. They were believing in a fantasy—that three levels of red rings could suppress nine levels of spirit rings.
Chu Feng, however, merely shrugged his shoulders and walked forward with light steps.
He did nothing else; he didn't activate any skills, nor did he use any magical treasures or Daoist techniques.
He relied solely on these nine naked spirit rings as he walked straight ahead.
At this point, Ning Fengzhi swallowed hard, his face twitching slightly. Under the pressure of his status as Sect Master, he still decided to take the initiative to fight.
Moreover, for the noble honor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he had to do so.
He swung the Seven-Story Pagoda toward Chu Feng. Everyone's expressions froze as the power erupted.
With a thunderous boom, the hundred-meter-tall Seven-Story Pagoda collided with those legendary nine spirit rings.
In just that instant, the resulting windstorm caused most of the surrounding mountain peaks and trees to topple.
One of the Inner Sect Disciples cried out, "Did the Sect Master really use divine force to suppress him?"
They couldn't see clearly what state Chu Feng was in beneath the pagoda, so they felt a bit of secret joy.
The heart of the devotee-like Devil Bear also leaped into his throat; he was even more nervous than Chu Feng himself.
Ning Fengzhi frowned and muttered to himself, "Did it work?"
However, he was immediately slapped in the face by reality. Massive cracks appeared on the Seven-Story Pagoda from bottom to top, and it was sent reeling into the high sky, swaying incessantly.
At the same time, a crimson light radiated throughout the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, illuminating this sea of blood as deep as the setting sun.
Chu Feng continued forward, his pace still steady and calm.
However, the diameter of his spirit rings had already expanded several times over, and infinite spirit power flooded out recklessly with him as the center.
The Inner Sect Disciples felt a dull pain in their hearts. A sense of contraction in their blood vessels and a thick, viscous despair rushed at them.
Ning Fengzhi was thinking about how to stop Chu Feng's advance; the straight-line distance between the two was only fifty meters.
Thus, Ning Fengzhi utilized his most satisfying Heart Separation Control, which theoretically could simultaneously control and amplify the seven different buff states of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile.
But when applied to the Seven-Story Pagoda, it became seven different types of debuff attack methods.
First was a dance of blades, ten thousand edges swirling together, rolling frantically around Chu Feng's nine spirit rings, trying to cut open even a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.
With a loud boom!
The Inner Sect Disciples gasped as they saw the blades shatter like thin paper.
Then came the Ten Thousand Pagoda Thorns, pouring down like a torrential rain.
But with a flash of light from Chu Feng's spirit rings, they were all gathered up, scattered on the ground like grains of rice or wheat, and turned to ash with a single puff.
The expressions of Devil Bear Douluo and Heavenly Wind Douluo became proud; the surprises the Hall Master brought them were truly explosive.
Chu Feng said indifferently, "Is that all?"
Then he raised a hand, and the nine spirit rings and nine phantoms expanded and pushed outward in unison.
In this situation, any Spirit Master below the level of a Titled Douluo who made contact would die instantly, their internal blood bursting forth like a broken valve with immense force.
The Inner Sect Disciples' sense of suffocation reached another level. Just as they were about to wail, blood erupted from their seven orifices, and their physical bodies rotted into putrid flesh.
"He is a god, we have angered a... a god."
An Inner Sect Disciple finished speaking tremulously and then immediately exploded.
"No... no, how could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile lose."
Another Inner Sect Disciple looked up, seeking a sliver of space to survive, but his head flew off instantly.
Ignoring them, Chu Feng continued forward and said coldly, "The history of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile ends today, never to return."
Never to return, never to return!
These words were immediately branded into Ning Fengzhi's heart. He suddenly realized that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile, his foundation, and everything he owned were drifting further and further away from him.
In this moment of life and death, he wanted to use his final trump card.
And Chu Feng happened to stand before him, only a palm's width away.
"Tell me, who is secretly helping the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile? You don't want to wait for death, but can relying on others save you?"
As Chu Feng spoke, he reached out his right hand and pressed down on Ning Fengzhi's shoulder with an absolute overbearing pressure. With a gentle push, Ning Fengzhi's legs slammed onto the ground, kneeling before Chu Feng.
Ning Fengzhi's trump card was thus suppressed; in truth, he had wanted to use Ring Explosion.
"Don't even think about knowing. You won't be able to escape his control either. You're just a mortal, yet you want to defy the heavens?"
Seeing how stubborn he was, he clearly wasn't going to talk, but Chu Feng hadn't really expected an answer anyway.
Chu Feng smiled and said, "Then I'll just have to investigate the truth myself."
"Ah?" Ning Fengzhi was startled.
Then Chu Feng crouched down and thrust his left hand directly into Ning Fengzhi's heart, stirring it until blood splattered everywhere.
Judging by the aura, as he had expected, it was indeed those decaying gods causing trouble behind the scenes.
Chu Feng smiled again. "Heh, no creativity. It seems the gods don't trust you enough. What use is this little bit of divine force they gave you?"
After saying this, he pulled out his hand and shook it twice. Ning Fengzhi collapsed to the ground, showing no more signs of life; his death was exceedingly pathetic.
Until his death, he never understood that the gods merely used the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as a tool; it was only exploitation, without any sincere help.
Chu Feng rose leisurely, feeling that it was time for this Square-inch Glazed Tile to be completely destroyed!
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