Tang San's Blood-Red Blue Silver Grass

"You, Ning Rongrong—are you looking to die?!"

Tang San was so furious his face had turned red. The White Spirit Ring on his Blue Silver Grass was an eternal pain in his life!

Buzz!

The moment he spoke.

It seemed as though invisible sword qi had filled the heavens and earth.

Sword Douluo stared intently at Tang San. Such viciousness.

He could not be allowed to remain!

Tang San's body turned cold as well, and the words he had been about to say caught in his throat.

"You little bastard! You—"

Ning Rongrong still wanted to curse him.

Ye Qiu and Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly stopped her.

"Ye Qiu, why are you stopping me? That bastard's been spoiled rotten. If I weren't a Battle Spirit Master, I'd definitely go up there and tear apart that filthy mouth of his!"

Ning Rongrong irritably slapped away Ye Qiu's hand, her face flushed with anger.

Hearing someone insult Ye Qiu hurt even more than hearing them insult her.

"That's right, Xiao Qiu. You're too good-natured to curse people. Sister Xiao Wu and Rongrong can curse him to death for you!"

Xiao Wu chimed in from the side.

"..."

Ye Qiu shook his head, caught between laughter and tears.

"Alright, you two, settle down. Especially you, Rongrong. You're the future sect master. Don't make a laughingstock of yourself by cursing like a shrew."

"This young lady didn't say anything wrong."

Ning Rongrong curled her lips.

"No matter what, your status makes this inappropriate. Let me go up there and speak with my strength instead."

Ye Qiu helplessly rubbed Ning Rongrong's hair.

"That's right. Sisters, you should trust Husband."

Liu Erlong stepped forward gracefully, leaned close, and whispered into Xiao Wu's ear.

"Ah?"

Xiao Wu froze, a blush blooming across her face.

Her crimson eyes blinked,