Sword Dao Chen Xin
The final blade of light dissipated, and the white sword drew a graceful arc in the air before landing steadily in the ground.
The sword trembled slightly, emitting a low hum, as if announcing its presence.
A white figure descended from the sky.
The man was dressed in white, with white hair and beard, a thin face but a vigorous spirit, and a pair of eyes as sharp as swords, which seemed to cut through the air wherever they looked.
He stood tall and straight, like a drawn sword, exuding a sharp and intimidating aura that made people afraid to look him in the eye.
"The Sword Dao Chen Xin."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's gaze became extremely solemn, his pupils contracted slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a level 96 Super Douluo of the Power Attack System, and the Guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School.
The Seven Kill Sword, Martial Soul, is known as "Sword Dao Chen Xin" and boasts top-tier attack power among Titled Douluo.
There are no more than five people on the mainland who can reliably beat him.
Behind Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi walked slowly towards her.
He wore a dark blue robe, had a refined appearance, and a faint smile on his lips, exuding the composure of someone who had long held a high position.
Ning Rongrong saw her father and Sword Douluo, her eyes immediately reddened, and her voice trembled with tears. "Dad! Grandpa Sword!"
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly to his daughter, then shifted his gaze from Ning Rongrong to Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Chen Xin, are you getting involved in this mess too?"
"Chrysanthemum Douluo said, his tone fierce but his heart filled with fear."
Sword Douluo's gaze was as calm as still water. The Seven Kill Sword, stuck in the ground, seemed to sense its master's will, its blade trembled slightly, and emitted a clear, melodious hum.
He spoke calmly, but his tone was extremely sharp. "Yue Guan, you're supposed to be Titled Douluo, yet you're bullying a child here. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"
Sword Douluo's gaze swept over the Shrek Academy members, finally landing on Ning Rongrong, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
His voice rose a few decibels, carrying an undeniable authority. "Moreover, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess is in the Shrek Team. You want to attack Shrek? Are you tired of living?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face turned ashen, a hint of fear and resentment flashing in his eyes.
He looked at Sword Douluo Chen Xin, then at Ning Fengzhi, and quickly began to calculate in his mind.
Dugu Bo was troublesome enough, and now Sword Douluo Chen Xin has appeared.
Ghost Douluo also stopped his entanglement with Dugu Bo, and with a flash, retreated to Chrysanthemum Douluo's side.
The black mist dissipated, revealing his pale face, a hint of solemnity flashing in his cold eyes.
He glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo and shook his head slightly.
The two stood side by side, facing off against Dugu Bo and Chen Xin from afar.
The air seemed to freeze.
The atmosphere was so tense that even the wind stopped.
Four powerful auras, each at the level of Titled Douluo, clashed in mid-air, thickening the surrounding air and making breathing difficult.
The men in black in the distance dared not move, and the Royal Knights taxi driver's hand holding his lance trembled slightly.
A moment later, Chrysanthemum Douluo gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "We admit defeat today. Gui Mei, let's go."
Ghost Douluo nodded, his figure flickered, and he transformed into a wisp of black mist, drifting away into the distance and disappearing into the shadows of the hill in the blink of an eye.
Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced at Tang San one last time, his eyes filled with curiosity.
With a flick of his sleeve, golden light swirled around him, and he transformed into a golden streak of light, catching up with Ghost Douluo.
Two figures, one in gold and one in black, quickly disappeared into the horizon.
The other men in black also retreated like the tide.
The battlefield gradually quieted down.
Tang San stood there, looking in the direction where Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had disappeared, and let out a long sigh.
Ning Rongrong ran to Ning Fengzhi's side and asked, "Dad, Grandpa Jian, what brings you here?"
Ning Fengzhi gently patted his daughter's head and explained in a gentle tone, "We are entrusted by His Majesty to protect His Highness the Crown Prince and his troops."
Ning Rongrong said "Oh," and the corners of her mouth curved up.
At this moment, Xue Qinghe walked over from the back of the group.
She walked to Ning Fengzhi's side, nodded slightly, then turned to the still-shaken crowd, her voice gentle and warm. "You've all been frightened. The Spirit Hall people have retreated and won't be coming back. Please rest for a moment, regroup, and we'll continue our journey shortly."
Xue Qinghe's gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Tang San. A hint of tenderness, which only Tang San could understand, flashed in his golden eyes.
Tang San nodded slightly, indicating that he was alright.
Xue Qinghe withdrew his gaze, offered a few more words of reassurance, and then turned and walked towards the front of the group.
Ning Fengzhi walked up to Tang San, looked him up and down, nodded, and his eyes were full of admiration.
He reached out and patted Tang San on the shoulder, praising him gently, "Young man, not bad. Your strength and character are both outstanding."
Tang San bowed slightly, his tone respectful. "Sect Master Ning, you flatter me."
Ning Fengzhi smiled and said nothing more.
The team rested in place for an hour.
Due to the existence of the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow, the Royal Knights' taxi crew suffered more than half of their casualties.
The surviving taxi drivers busily traversed the battlefield, carrying the bodies of their fallen comrades to a designated burial site.
The injured taxi driver and the Soul Masters leaned against the roadside, receiving basic first aid from a healing-type Soul Master.
Ye Lingling was naturally among them. The light of the Nine Heart Begonia bloomed in her palm, and the pale green halo enveloped the wounds of the injured, accelerating the healing of flesh and blood.
Tang San did not rest in the carriage.
He walked around the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over the weapons scattered on the ground. He picked up the abandoned Zhuge Repeating Crossbows one by one and examined them carefully.
Judging from the number of men in black, the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow has clearly been mass-produced.
Tang San flipped the complete Zhuge Repeating Crossbow over and pried open the side cover with his fingernails.
With a soft "click," the cover popped open, revealing the intricate gear structure inside.
Tang San's gaze swept over the gears. He was surprised that these Zhuge Repeating Crossbows did not have any anti-disassembly mechanisms.
According to the Tang Sect Tang San Clan, every Hidden Weapon should have an anti-disassembly design.
If anyone attempts to dismantle it, the internal mechanisms will be triggered, destroying the core components.
But these Zhuge Repeating Crossbows were exposed to him so nakedly, their internal gear structure completely visible, without any protective measures.
Tang San pondered for a moment and also came to understand.
This mass-produced Zhuge Repeating Crossbow is significantly inferior to the genuine Zhuge Repeating Crossbow in terms of accuracy, range, and power.
A genuine Zhuge Repeating Crossbow can fire sixteen bolts at a time, but these only fire six bolts at a time.
This is clearly a modified, abridged version created by Zhang San to avoid revealing the core secrets of the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.
Even so, the threat posed by this weapon should not be underestimated.
If every Spirit Hall taxi driver were equipped with one of these Zhuge Repeating Crossbows, the military strength of the Spirit Hall Empire would be elevated to a terrifying level in the future.
The Spirit Hall was the most powerful force on the continent, possessing the most Soul Masters and vast resources.
If they were equipped with such a powerful weapon, how could other forces possibly resist?