Douluo: I, the Sun God

"Let go of the bishop!"

"That's right, release him! Or you'll be leaving here in pieces!"

"How dare you! You actually dared to strike in Spirit City!"

...

The surrounding Spirit Masters were seething with fury, itching to tear Xu Yang apart. Yet not one of them dared to make a move—only to issue threats. After all, anyone who could force a Red-cloaked Bishop to lower himself like this was clearly no one to mess with.

"Enough!"

A soft, feminine voice rang out. Though it sounded gentle, it carried an aura of pure, blazing Yang energy—causing the surrounding Spirit Masters to feel suppressed and fall silent one after another.

Moments later, a stream of golden light descended from the sky. When it landed, it revealed a fair-skinned, androgynous man in crimson robes embroidered with golden and silver patterns. The gemstone embedded on his chest—about the size of an infant's fist—shone brilliantly. Only a Titled Douluo had the right to wear such robes. This was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.

After landing, Yue Guan gave Xu Yang a smile. "Xu Yang, His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff invites you for a meeting."

Hidden nearby, Ning Haiyan could no longer remain idle. His martial spirit manifested instantly as the full pressure of a peak-level Spirit Douluo erupted from his body. In the next instant, he appeared right in front of Xu Yang, ready to stake his life if needed.

Xu Yang casually released the bishop and gave him a push to the side. Then, he reached out to stop Ning Haiyan and shook his head. "Uncle Ning, it's alright."

Turning back to Yue Guan, Xu Yang smiled lightly. "So the Supreme Pontiff insists on seeing me today—sending even Elder Chrysanthemum himself. I wonder, Elder Yue, have your hands healed since last time?"

As he spoke, his gaze landed meaningfully on Yue Guan's gloved hands. If he remembered correctly, those had been the most severely injured parts back when Yue Guan led the ambush against him.

Hearing this, Yue Guan's smile froze. Memories of that failed operation surged back, his face darkening with fury. Killing intent flashed in his eyes, and his hands began to tremble. Still, he grit his teeth and repeated his message: "Xu Yang, His Holiness requests your presence."

—Why haven't the Sect Master and Elder arrived yet?! I sent word long ago!

Ning Haiyan was growing more anxious by the second. He might be able to stall a standard Titled Douluo, but against someone like Chrysanthemum Douluo, he simply wasn't confident. He couldn't hold out for long.

Xu Yang glanced toward the direction of the competition grounds, completely aware of everything happening in the city—how could someone like him not sense the ongoing commotion?

Looking back at Yue Guan, he said calmly, "Very well, let's go."

As he moved to leave, he transmitted a voice message to Ning Haiyan: Don't worry. I'll be fine. Go inform Sect Master Ning.

...

Not far from the competition grounds, in a sealed-off district, Ning Fengzhi stood with a dark expression alongside Sword Douluo Chen Xin. Their faces were grim, and the atmosphere tense and oppressive.

The streets were eerily empty—clearly pre-cleared in preparation for what was happening.

"You intend to declare war on my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?!" Ning Fengzhi's voice was cold and full of killing intent.

He was beyond worried for Xu Yang's safety. Especially after sensing Ning Haiyan's energy erupt earlier, his anxiety only grew. Yet the three in front of him were no easy foes—they were all Titled Douluo-level powerhouses: Bear Douluo, Ghost Panther Douluo, and Ghost Douluo.

Ghost Douluo spoke with his usual sinister tone: "Sect Master Ning, rest assured. His Holiness merely wishes to speak with Xu Yang. She won't harm him."

"You think I'll believe that?!"

Ning Fengzhi's spirit power surged as the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in his hand. Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red spirit ring lit up at his feet—revealing the world's one and only full-ring auxiliary Titled Douluo for the first time.

The pagoda grew in the wind, enveloping him completely in its radiant light.

The three Titled Douluo's eyes widened in shock. "You broke through to the Titled Douluo realm… silently?! That's impossible! Isn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda restricted—unable to ever surpass Rank 79?!"

This completely overturned their intelligence—and thousands of years of conventional knowledge. The common belief had always been that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was capped at Spirit Sage level.

"Who told you I still use the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze was icy. For Xu Yang's sake, he was ready to risk everything. Revealing more of their cards didn't matter if it meant ensuring Xu Yang's safety.

This show of strength was a clear message to Spirit Hall: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had far more hidden strength than they imagined. If Spirit Hall dared to move against Xu Yang, they'd better be ready to lose teeth.

...

In a private box overlooking the arena, Dugu Bo stood guard while keeping watch over Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong. His expression was solemn. He wanted to join the others to help, but couldn't abandon the two girls—especially with the possibility that Spirit Hall might use them as hostages.

Ning Fengzhi's energy flare had alerted every Spirit Douluo and Titled Douluo in Spirit City. They all now understood that the Sect Master had issued a warning.

Inside the Supreme Pontiff Palace, Bibi Dong's expression darkened. She hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi to become a Titled Douluo—quietly and without detection. It made her realize the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan likely held far more power than Spirit Hall had accounted for.

And at this moment, she herself was in a crucial stage of the Rakshasa God Trials, unable to unleash her full strength. Even worse, she hadn't fully consolidated control over Spirit Hall's forces yet.

"So… the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan… what an unexpected bonus," Bibi Dong muttered, biting her lip in frustration.

Just then, she sensed Yue Guan's aura approaching—accompanied by another force, fierce and blazing like the sun. She immediately knew: Xu Yang had arrived.

Calming herself, she sat upright on the Supreme Pontiff's throne, holding her scepter as she waited in silence.

"Your Holiness, Xu Yang has arrived."

Yue Guan stepped in and immediately knelt with a respectful bow.

Xu Yang made no movement. He simply stood and stared straight at Bibi Dong.

One had to admit—the woman was breathtaking. Though not tall, her figure was flawless. Her features were exquisite, even more so than Lady Ning and Ning Rongrong. She wore a golden robe adorned with hundreds of red, blue, and gold gemstones. Atop her head was the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, which only further enhanced her divine and regal presence—commanding awe from all who looked upon her.

Any ambitious man would dream of conquering a woman like this.

Unfortunately... she was a love-crazed lunatic. That alone made Xu Yang abandon any such thought.

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