"Uncle Jian!"
"Old Jian!"
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo were both shocked. The battle had changed too quickly, leaving them no chance to provide aid. They had never imagined that Sword Douluo, the greatest in attack power, would have an arm severed, with even his life and death in someone else's hands!
It was already impossible to save him!
Everyone believed Sword Douluo was doomed. That was an unchangeable fact!
This Fang Tian Hua Ji was like a demonic weapon, possessing the might to destroy heaven and earth!
Sword Douluo gave a miserable smile as well. He stood proudly upright like a broken sword, facing the final moment of his life!
His gaze was as sharp as a sword. Fearless before death, he calmly watched the tip of the Fang Tian Hua Ji stab toward him.
At that moment, Ning Rongrong suddenly darted in front of Sword Douluo. She spread her arms wide and used her frail body to shield him from the great halberd.
"Don't kill my Grandpa Jian!"
"Rongrong!" Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically, and his heart ached. Yet he did not speak to stop her. He merely clenched his fists, feeling deeply gratified.
"Move aside, Rongrong!" Bone Douluo shouted.
"Rongrong! Don't!"
Sword Douluo suddenly burst into tears. None of his calm acceptance of death remained; his face was filled with terror, remorse, and incomparable emotion!
He truly had not doted on this little princess for nothing!
Watching the great halberd sweep through the air toward her, Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale. Yet she stubbornly refused to retreat even one step, gritting her teeth as her pure eyes filled with pleading and fear.
Bang!
The sharp blade of the Fang Tian Hua Ji had already brushed the skin between Ning Rongrong's brows when it suddenly turned into