Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically when he saw this, and he hurriedly ordered everyone to give chase.
If anything happened to Sword Douluo, it would be an unbearable blow to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The entire sect would be affected.
Ning Fengzhi chased after him like a madman, leading numerous disciples forward at top speed.
At first, they thought Sword Douluo was most likely doomed.
But to their surprise, after chasing for only a short while, they saw Sword Douluo.
They saw Sword Douluo sitting quietly in the middle of the road.
The Green Fatty had also vanished. Judging from the tracks, it had already left, running off into the distance.
However.
The people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stared blankly at the scene before them, each wondering if their eyes were playing tricks on them.
Because.
Sword Douluo looked utterly miserable. His robes were tattered, and his body was covered in wounds, though most of them were superficial injuries.
What truly left everyone stunned was that much of Sword Douluo's hair was gone. A large patch was missing from the middle of his head.
Simply put, Sword Douluo had been shaved into a horseshoe bald cut—in other words, he was balding.
This sight shocked everyone badly. They stared foolishly, wondering if they had gone blind.
Just imagine it.
The powerful, extraordinary, handsome, and aloof Sword Douluo had been shaved bald. This bizarre sight left everyone dumbfounded, standing still like wooden geese.
A few female disciples who were fond of laughing could not help lowering their heads, their delicate bodies trembling as they struggled to hold back their laughter.
"Sword Uncle, are you all right?"
Ning Fengzhi was also thoroughly stunned by the sight, but he was deeply composed and did not show his emotions. His