Douluo: Reborn as a Dragon Egg, Personally Hatched by the Silver Dragon King

Sword Douluo wanted to say something more, but Ning Rongrong beat him to it.

"I don't really know what Star Sect is like either. Sword Grandpa, come take a look with me~" Ning Rongrong gently tugged at Sword Douluo's sleeve, her tone full of coquettishness and her eyes carrying a trace of cunning.

Clearly, she still remembered how Ye Feng had looked down on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect last time.

Even if Star Sect really had a Titled Douluo, upon seeing her Sword Grandpa, they would still have to kneel!

Of course, she merely wanted to show off the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's might and let Ye Feng see what a true top sect was!

"Alright, alright, alright. Sword Grandpa will go with you. I'd like to see what that lousy Star Sect is capable of, daring to set its sights on my precious Rongrong!"

Sure enough.

Sword Douluo was easily provoked by Ning Rongrong. He was clearly truly angry.

A mere wild sect dared to poach the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Were they tired of living?

Naturally, he had heard of Star Sect, but only that much. It was a small sect; the fact that it had even reached his ears was already an enormous honor for them.

It was said that the sect had been founded by two experts.

But in Sword Douluo's eyes, what kind of fucking experts could surpass his level 96 cultivation?

For them to establish their sect in such a shabby little city, those so-called experts were at most two Soul Saints.

Soul Saint-level experts were already at the very top in Sky Curtain City. Even Sky Curtain City's lord was only a mere Soul Emperor.

But compared with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they were truly far inferior.

"Mhm, mhm~ If that Star Sect really lives up to neither its name nor reputation, I definitely won't join it~" Ning Rongrong nodded repeatedly, revealing her little canine teeth. She looked like a tiny demon plotting mischief.

Back to the present.

At the entrance of Star Sect.

Sword Douluo led Ning Rongrong to the gates.

When Sword Douluo saw that Star Sect's headquarters was merely an ordinary-looking residence, he immediately said disdainfully, "Such a large sect only has such a tiny place? And it thinks it deserves to poach from my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"Mhm, mhm, mhm~ Exactly, exactly~ It doesn't look like much either~"

Ning Rongrong hid behind Sword Douluo, tugging at his sleeve as she egged him on.

She wanted to see whether the sect master of this so-called Star Sect would still be as arrogant as Ye Feng once he saw her Sword Grandpa!

"Y-you... who are you people..."

The guard at the entrance trembled even as he spoke upon seeing the two of them.

Though he did not know who they were, the old man's aura was terrifying, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe. He was clearly an expert he could not afford to offend.

"Have your sect master come out and see me."

Sword Douluo spoke coldly.

Under normal circumstances, Sword Douluo was refined and gentle, with little temper and a relatively easygoing nature. He would never be this overbearing.

But this fucking Star Sect had dared to target his precious Ning Rongrong. He could not tolerate it!

Ning Rongrong was his Reverse Scale! Anyone who touched her would have to pay the price!

In Sword Douluo's own view, the fact that he had not directly drawn his sword and slaughtered his way in was already extremely polite.

"Please wait a moment, you two. I'll report this to the sect master right away..." Frightened by the terrifying pressure, the guard's legs trembled as he turned to go inside and report it.

"Hmph. A mere level 96 piece of trash dares to spout such arrogant nonsense before me?"

At that moment, a cold snort suddenly rang out from within the sect.

Following that snort came an aura of darkness, along with an incomparably terrifying pressure.

"Buzz—"

The powerful pressure descended along with shadows, landing precisely upon Sword Douluo at the entrance.

"Rongrong, get back!!!"

Sword Douluo felt every hair on his body stand on end. He shoved Ning Rongrong away.

The next moment, an enormous greatsword suddenly appeared behind him!

"Clang—"

The clear cry of a sword instantly rang in everyone's ears. Boundless sword intent erupted from Sword Douluo as he resisted that powerful pressure.

One second later.

"Pfft!"

Sword Douluo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The phantom of the enormous greatsword behind him abruptly dimmed, countless cracks spreading across it!

Sword Douluo's sword intent also rapidly dissipated, nearly vanishing completely.

"How... how can there be such a powerful existence..." Sword Douluo's face was pale as he stared fixedly into Star Sect's gates, his eyes filled with indescribable horror.

Just a single burst of pressure had nearly shattered his sword heart. How could such a powerful expert possibly exist in this world...

At that moment, Sword Douluo truly wanted to hang Ning Rongrong up and spank her.

She had screwed over her grandpa too damn badly!

This time, they had truly kicked an iron plate...

A Demigod Is Still a God—How Can Mortals Gaze Upon One?

"Sword Grandpa!! Are you alright..."

Seeing the incomparably powerful Sword Douluo in her eyes get injured, Ning Rongrong felt as though the sky had fallen. She was so anxious that she nearly cried, her mind completely blank as she had no idea what had happened.

Only then did two people slowly walk out from Star Sect.

On the left was a middle-aged man, tall and imposing, dressed in black robes embroidered with faint golden patterns.

His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. His deep eyes carried a trace of coldness and pride, while his dark golden pupils radiated endless majesty and nobility.

On the right stood a handsome young man. He looked utterly ordinary, yet gave off an unfathomably mysterious feeling.

Di Tian glanced lightly at Sword Douluo and smiled faintly. "Not bad sword intent. Unfortunately, it's still not worth looking at."

"Who are you? Why did you hurt my Sword Grandpa!!" Ning Rongrong was overwhelmed with grief and had completely lost the ability to think. She directly pointed at Di Tian and angrily berated him.

"Rongrong! Shut up!"

Sword Douluo's expression changed drastically when he saw Ning Rongrong dare to offend him like this. He immediately dragged Ning Rongrong behind himself, an endless chill rising in his heart.

Then, Sword Douluo no longer cared about his dignity.

With a thud.

He directly knelt before Di Tian and pleaded in a low voice, "The child spoke without thinking. I also had no intention of offending your esteemed sect. Please forgive us, my lord!"

Sword Douluo's back was already drenched in cold sweat.

Though he was a level 96 Titled Douluo and a powerful sword cultivator.

Before the man in front of him, he felt as if he were facing a mountain—a mountain he would never be able to shake.

He even felt that in the other party's eyes, he was merely an ant, an ant that could be crushed to death at any moment, unable to resist in any way...

Endless regret and terror filled Sword Douluo's heart.

If he did not obtain the other party's forgiveness, he and Ning Rongrong would likely remain here forever today.

It did not matter if he died.

But if Ning Rongrong died...

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo would definitely go mad.

When that time came, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would face utter destruction!

"Sword Grandpa, why are you..."

Ning Rongrong was completely dumbfounded by the scene.

Why... why was this happening...

Her Sword Grandpa was so powerful that even the current emperor treated him with utmost respect.

Yet now, the Sword Douluo she viewed as a sword immortal was kneeling so humbly before this man, begging for his forgiveness...

What exactly had happened...

"Heh, you know when to bend and when to stand."

Di Tian's eyes flickered slightly as he smiled faintly. There was no mockery in his expression, only a little surprise.

He could see that the little girl was extremely important to the other party.

For the little girl's safety, the man could cast aside the proud backbone of a sword cultivator without hesitation and kneel to beg for mercy. Such a thing was truly rare.

"My lord, please show mercy..."

Blood trickled from the corner of Sword Douluo's mouth as he looked up at Di Tian, his eyes full of pleading.

"Hehe, whether to spare you isn't for me to decide. You'll have to ask our Young Master."

As Di Tian spoke, he turned his gaze toward Ye Feng.

Although soul beasts and humans were enemies, in Di Tian's eyes, the other party was merely an ant. Whether he lived or died did not matter.

Furthermore, Ye Feng was currently managing Star Sect's development, so naturally he had to ask for Ye Feng's opinion.

If killing someone recklessly hindered Star Sect's development, it might displease Ye Feng.

Besides, that little girl seemed to know Ye Feng...

Di Tian studied Ning Rongrong with his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo's gaze fell upon Ye Feng, his eyes filled with immense shock.

Even if he were beaten to death, he never would have expected such a powerful expert to call such a young man "Young Master."

Just what was this young man's identity...

Just as Sword Douluo was thinking of kowtowing to Ye Feng immediately, Ning Rongrong broke down first.

"Thud..."

Ning Rongrong dropped directly to her knees, her voice choked with tears as she said, "Ye Feng... please... don't hurt my Sword Grandpa, alright... We mean no harm... I just wanted to... sob, sob, sob..."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong began to cry.

The collapse of her faith and the crushing of her pride finally made Ning Rongrong, the proud little princess, face reality.

Of course, the main reason was the pressure Di Tian had placed on the other party. It made her feel the breath of death, scaring her so badly that she wet herself.

Ning Rongrong could clearly feel a slight warmth down there.

Fortunately, she had only peed a little. No one should have noticed...

Of course, Di Tian had not even deliberately targeted her. This was merely a small remnant of the pressure he had leaked.

The weaker one's state of mind, the greater the impact.

In Di Tian's current state, an ordinary person might faint at a single glance toward him—or even die on the spot!

A demigod was still a god!

How could mortals gaze upon one?

"Rongrong, you..."

Seeing this, Sword Douluo's heart twisted like a knife. He blamed himself immensely for being so powerless that Ning Rongrong had to kneel and plead for him...

At the same time, he deeply regretted coming to Star Sect, regretted spoiling Ning Rongrong too much, and regretted being far too arrogant...

"Alright, get up. My Star Sect isn't some demonic sect. We won't kill people at the drop of a hat." At that moment, Ye Feng, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke.