Bab 339: Chapter 339: Nightmare Descends
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Emperor Xue Ye nodded, thinking of something, and turned his head to look at Ning Fengzhi on his left, asking, "Lord Ning, Zeng Yi is a genius of your sect, but he has never revealed his spirit rings. However, his displayed strength seems to be no less than that of a Spirit King. Could it be that he is truly a Spirit King? Can you clarify for me, what level is Zeng Yi's spirit power?"
Others were also curious about this question and turned their gaze towards Ning Fengzhi.
Only the Platinum Bishop Salas from the Martial Spirit Hall had a gloomy expression. Looking at Zeng Yi's back as he left the Spirit Arena, a sinister light flashed deep in his eyes.
The fact that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had such a powerful talent was not good news for the Martial Spirit Hall. Salas was already thinking of ways to get rid of Zeng Yi.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly and said, "Your Majesty, Zeng Yi is not a Spirit King; he is just a Spirit Ancestor. Currently, his spirit power is at Level 45."
"Level 45 at the Spirit Ancestor level!" After hearing Ning Fengzhi's answer, everyone was shocked. They were not shocked by Zeng Yi's Level 45 spirit power, but rather by the fact that as a Spirit Ancestor, he possessed such formidable strength.
After saying that, Ning Fengzhi's eyes faintly glanced towards Salas, who had an unsettled expression at the moment. It was clear that he had some sinister thoughts in mind.
However, Ning Fengzhi didn't care about all that. Since Zeng Yi had already been exposed and showcased his incredible talent and strength, he would undoubtedly attract the attention of various forces and might even face assassination attempts.
No one would enjoy having a mountain standing in front of them, casting its shadow at any given moment.
But as one of the Three Great Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect didn't fear these small fries, especially with their Sword Douluo breaking through to Level 97. With such power, it could be said that aside from a Level 99 Limit Douluo, no one else would be able to do anything to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
As Zeng Yi, a disciple of the Sword Douluo, was protected by the Sword Douluo himself, who else, apart from the Martial Spirit Hall, would dare to touch him? If Zeng Yi were harmed even by a strand of hair, the Sword Douluo, a Level 97 Super Douluo capable of fighting above his level, could personally take action. Except for the Martial Spirit Hall, there shouldn't be any force that could stop him.
Although Zeng Yi was participating in the competition at the moment, and Heaven Dou City was a mixed bag, with the protection of the Bone Douluo, Ning Fengzhi wasn't too worried that something unexpected might happen to Zeng Yi.
Furthermore, the Sword Douluo had already come out of seclusion and would personally come over in a few days to protect his disciple, while the Bone Douluo would return to guard the sect.
With a Level 97 Titled Douluo overseeing Heaven Dou City, even the Martial Spirit Hall would have to weigh their options before acting.
As for Salas, this guy didn't even know that Zeng Yi was a son-in-law from his Martial Spirit Hall. If Salas really made a move against Zeng Yi, there would be no need for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to take action. Their revered Pope would personally deal with him.
Looking at the gloomy expression on Salas' face, a sly smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's lips.
After leaving the Spirit Arena, the members of the Blazing Academy walked out of the exit supporting each other. At this moment, another team approached them at the entrance, all of them wearing blue team uniforms.
Huo Wushuang raised her hand to take a look and was surprised to find that the team was actually from the Godwind Academy, and he recognized some of them.
"What's the matter, Feng Xiaotian? Are you here to see our jokes?" Huo Wushuang looked at the leader of the team with a frown and an unfriendly tone.
Feng Xiaotian also felt a bit awkward and sheepishly smiled, saying, "Hehe, our Godwind team's match is up next, and we were about to enter."
Then, Feng Xiaotian hurriedly ran over to Huo Wu's side and asked with solicitude, "Huo Wu, are you okay? Don't be discouraged. It's just a match. If we encounter Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's Second Team in a few days, we will definitely avenge you!"
Originally, Huo Wu was still walking with her head down, walking mechanically as if she were a spiritless corpse. However, when she heard Feng Xiaotian's words, she suddenly raised her head, her gaze locked tightly onto Feng Xiaotian.
"Just you?" Huo Wu said disdainfully, but her tone lacked the weakness, emptiness, and the lack of spirit that she had before. Even after the blow she received earlier, she couldn't muster up even a bit of revengeful mindset. It was as if she faced an insurmountable mountain and could only raise her head and look up.
"Let's go, brother." After speaking, Huo Wu ignored Feng Xiaotian and lowered her head slightly, continuing to walk away.
Watching his sister's lost and distraught appearance, Huo Wushuang sighed, not knowing how long it would take for her to recover.
Supporting Huo Lie, Huo Wushuang walked past the stupefied Feng Xiaotian, paused for a moment, and said, "Good luck to you guys." After speaking, he led the rest of the team to catch up with Huo Wu's figure.
Seeing them leave here as losers, Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. He knew that their Godwind Team would also inevitably be defeated when they encountered that person. Observing his terrifying power on the spectator's stand, Feng Xiaotian believed that no team would have the confidence to win against the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's Second Team with that person among them.
However, Feng Xiaotian just wanted to tease him a little in front of the person he liked, but he was ruthlessly mocked instead.
"Team captain?" a team member beside him said weakly.
Feng Xiaotian looked at Huo Wu's figure disappearing at the end of the passage and regained his drifting thoughts. "Let's go, let's enter the arena."
After leaving the Spirit Arena, Zeng Yi entered the resting room where Xue Qinghe enthusiastically greeted him as soon as he walked in.
"Welcome back, our hero. You've had another perfect victory in today's match." Xue Qinghe clapped his hands and walked up to Zeng Yi, getting close to his face, blinking his azure eyes and staring at Zeng Yi.
"What do you want?" Looking at this handsome face, Zeng Yi unconsciously took a step back, feeling a bit unnerved by Xue Qinghe's intense gaze.
Xue Qinghe chuckled softly, "Nothing, I'm just curious why a guy like you possesses such great strength. Clearly, you're only at the Spirit Ancestor level, but you seem to be even stronger than a Spirit Emperor."
As a fake Xue Qinghe, or rather, Qian Renxue, she was also a peerless genius with powerful strength. She considered herself to have unparalleled talent until she met Zeng Yi, recognizing him as someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her.
However, the more she got to know Zeng Yi, the more she felt the horror of his strength. Clearly just a Spirit Ancestor, he surpassed those of the same level, and even Spirit Emperor. Qian Renxue even believed that the current Zeng Yi could pose a threat to her, who had already become a Spirit Emperor.
"Sigh, it's only natural for a chosen one like me to be different from others." Zeng Yi laughed arrogantly and swept the bangs in front of his forehead.
"Captain, weren't you planning to have a friendly match with Zeng Yi? He's available now, and there are plenty of arenas in the Spirit Arena. I think you can fulfill this desire now." Speaking was Yu Feng, a member of the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's First Team. They were in the resting room because they came here to watch Zeng Yi's match.
Hearing these words, Yu Tianheng sternly glared at his teammate. Wasn't he just stirring up trouble? Having witnessed Zeng Yi's performance on the Spirit Arena, Yu Tianheng knew he couldn't defeat Zeng Yi.
Zeng Yi chatted with them in the resting room for a while before leaving.
After changing his clothes, Zeng Yi quietly left the bustling Heaven Dou City's streets. It was noon, and Zeng Yi was feeling a bit hungry, walking alone on the crowded streets, searching for a suitable restaurant.
Bathing in the warm sunlight, Zeng Yi walked on the busy street, scanning the shops on both sides, searching for a restaurant to have his meal.
After wandering on the prosperous street for about ten minutes, Zeng Yi's brows furrowed suddenly as he felt that something was amiss.
It was clearly noon, with warm sunlight shining above, but as he took that step, the warmth from the sunlight that should have fallen on his body vanished, and he vaguely felt a chilling aura.
Taking that step felt like entering a gate to another world.
Alertly standing in place, Zeng Yi's brow tightened as he looked around vigilantly. His right hand reached for the hilt of his Ronin Sword, assuming a combat stance.
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