Chapter 111 Tang San is shocked! Tang Hao is dead?! Qian Daobai's terrifying strength!
The two landed in a quiet valley.
Qian Daobai found a clean cave and lit a campfire.
Qian Renxue sat quietly beside her master, watching the flames dancing in the campfire, which reflected her master's sharply defined profile.
At that moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility.
There were no endless memorials to review, no scheming court officials, and no Ning Rongrong who annoyed her.
It was just her and her master.
very nice.
The emotions she had deliberately suppressed in her heart, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, quietly sprouted again.
She even wished that time could slow down so that she and her master could enjoy a few more days of this time alone.
However, Qian Renxue hid her feelings very well.
She only occasionally lets her thoughts wander when she's alone, letting herself think about things she shouldn't be thinking about.
...
Meanwhile, far away on Poseidon Island.
In front of a simple wooden house.
"boom!"
A surge of violent soul power erupted from Tang San's body.
He slammed the trident of Poseidon into the ground, creating a huge crater in the hard rock.
"No...this is impossible!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with grief and madness.
Just now, he received a message from the mainland.
His father, Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, has fallen.
This news was like a bolt from the blue, completely devastating him.
"Who is it!"
"With my father's strength, how many people in this world can rival him?"
Tang San clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it, that his father, who was as majestic as a mountain, had left him just like that.
"Calm down, mistress!"
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and others rushed over from the side, their faces also filled with grief.
Dai Mubai pressed down on Tang San's shoulder and said in a deep voice.
"The most important thing now is to inherit the Sea God's position and increase our strength as soon as possible!"
"Only when you become strong enough can we return to the mainland, find the murderer who killed Uncle, and avenge him!"
"Yes, Third Brother."
Ma Hongjun muttered to himself.
"We're completely cut off from information right now, and we can't find anything."
"Sigh, if Ning Rongrong were still here, it would be great. With the intelligence capabilities of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, it shouldn't be difficult for them to investigate these things."
Upon hearing the name "Ning Rongrong," Tang San's expression instantly froze.
He abruptly shook off Dai Mubai's hand, his voice hoarse and stiff.
"Don't mention her again."
"She is no longer our partner."
Upon hearing this, everyone present recalled the scene at the foot of Wuhun City when Ning Rongrong chose to become Qian Daobai's disciple and broke with them, and their expressions became somewhat unusual.
Dai Mubai sighed and didn't say anything more.
Tang San took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.
He knew that Dai Mubai was right.
With his current strength and severely insufficient manpower, even if he returned to the mainland, he would be unable to uncover the truth, let alone avenge his father.
That thousand-year-old cypress tree was like an insurmountable mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
Tang San suppressed his overwhelming hatred and grief deep within his heart.
His gaze became more resolute than ever before.
"Mu Bai, Fatty, let's continue cultivating!"
He looked at everyone and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"We must become stronger as quickly as possible!"
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Inside the main hall, Ning Fengzhi sat upright in the main seat, holding a warm jade pendant in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were dozing.
Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood like two statues, on the left and right, their auras heavy and solemn.
A disciple of the sect strode into the main hall and knelt on one knee.
"Reporting to the Sect Master, two pieces of news have arrived from the mainland."
Ning Fengzhi slowly opened his eyes.
"explain."
"Firstly, the Haotian Sect... was wiped out. Sect Master Tang Xiao and thousands of members of the sect were all killed."
Upon hearing this news, even Ning Fengzhi, who was prepared, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.
The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo behind him opened their eyes at the same time, their gazes filled with deep shock.
Haotian Sect.
Even though the number one weapon spirit sect in the world has been secluded for many years, its strength and foundation are still not to be underestimated.
They were wiped out just like that.
The disciple swallowed hard and continued his report.
"Secondly... the malignant tumor that had plagued the continent for many years, the Killing City, was completely destroyed and turned into ruins. Fewer than a hundred Fallen Ones escaped from there, all of them insane, only muttering 'purification' and 'divine punishment'."
This statement has a greater impact than the previous one.
Slaughter City, what kind of place is that?
That was a sinful place that even the Spirit Hall found troublesome and could only choose to tacitly acknowledge its existence.
The King of Slaughter is a terrifying figure who has been famous for nearly a century.
That's it, that's all?
Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, signaling the disciple to step back.
Silence returned to the main hall.
"Fengzhi, these two things..."
Gu Rong's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Did you do this?
Sword Douluo Chen Xin looked at Ning Fengzhi. He knew very well that these two things were beyond the capabilities of ordinary forces.
Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile and shook his head.
"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has no such extraordinary means."
His gaze turned towards the outside of the main hall, his eyes becoming deep and unfathomable.
"The Haotian Sect has been destroyed, and the Slaughter City has been wiped out..."
"If I'm not mistaken, these two things were done by the same person."
"Who?" Chen Xin asked.
Ning Fengzhi slowly uttered three words.
"Qian Dao Bai."
The moment the name was uttered, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing lingering fear in each other's eyes.
Yes.
Under heaven, who else could possess such power and act so domineeringly and recklessly, without regard for consequences, but the mysterious and unpredictable Qian Daobai?
Ning Fengzhi's fingertips gently tapped the armrest of the chair, producing a series of rhythmic soft sounds.
At that moment, he felt incredibly fortunate.
When he learned that Qian Daobai had annihilated the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and then turned his attention to the Haotian Sect, he made a decision that humiliated the entire sect.
submission.
He submitted to Qian Daobai, to the "Snow Night Emperor" of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
At that time, there were quite a few dissenting voices within the sect.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, in particular, strongly opposed it.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been passed down for thousands of years. When has it ever bowed its head to anyone?
However, Ning Feng insisted on his choice despite the opposition.
Because he knew very well that when facing a powerful figure like Qian Daobai who didn't play by the rules, any pride and dignity were nothing more than a death warrant.
(End of chapter)