"Xiao Yuan, damn, you're really good with words." Watching Ning Fengzhi get talked into coughing up blood by Lu Yuan, Qian Renxue, seated nearby, could not help but feel astonished. This guy was not only powerful, but his tongue was just as sharp.
More importantly, he had actually talked Ning Fengzhi into coughing blood right in front of Ning Rongrong. He really was not afraid that Ning Rongrong would fall out with him.
But Qian Renxue did not know that Lu Yuan was regretting it to death inside. He did not care whether Ning Fengzhi coughed blood or not, but making Ning Rongrong sad filled him with guilt.
"Let me take a look!" Pushing away his chair, Lu Yuan walked toward Ning Fengzhi.
"Stop. You are not allowed near Fengzhi." Seeing Lu Yuan approach, Sword Douluo's gaze sharpened, and he immediately moved to stand in front of Ning Fengzhi.
Lu Yuan was now the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. He would not let Lu Yuan get close to Ning Fengzhi. What if Lu Yuan harmed him?
"How dare you block my lord's path!" The moment Sword Douluo moved, Long Xiaoyao and the others spoke up. Their auras surged as their pressure locked directly onto Sword Douluo.
Locked onto by so many Titled Douluo at once, even Sword Douluo could barely endure it. His face instantly flushed crimson, and his body weakened as he was about to drop to his knees.
"All of you, back off. Did I tell you to make a move?"
Lu Yuan swept his sleeve, and his aura surged forth, directly breaking apart the pressure blockade. Sword Douluo's complexion immediately improved, and his unsteady body stabilized before he could kneel.
"Put away your auras. Without my orders, none of you are to act rashly."
Lu Yuan's eyes