A refined, easygoing man approached slowly, followed by a white-haired elder whose sharpness was concealed.
"Dad, Grandpa Jian."
Ning Rongrong ran straight over and threw herself into Ning Fengzhi's arms.
Ning Fengzhi rubbed her head. "Serves you right for being naughty. You came out and got bullied, didn't you?"
"Dad, they bullied Xiao Ze."
Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others' expressions changed drastically, their hearts sinking.
They were done for. Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had arrived.
Chen Xin slowly stepped forward and looked at Xiao Ze. "Young man, not bad at all."
"Greetings, Sword Douluo, Your Excellency."
"From now on, call me Grandpa Jian, just like Rongrong does."
"Uh..." Xiao Ze still rather liked Ning Rongrong, that quirky little girl, but wasn't he a little too young for this?
"Hmm?"
"Grandpa Jian." Xiao Ze promptly gave in.
"Mm." Chen Xin was very satisfied.
Slowly turning around, he looked at Flender and the others, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes.
Flender and the others felt countless longswords stabbing at their bodies, an involuntary stinging pain spreading through them.
Cold sweat poured down their backs as if they had fallen into an icy pit.
"Sword Douluo, Your Excellency, we did not bully Miss Ning Rongrong."
"I know. Otherwise, do you think you would still be alive right now?" Chen Xin said calmly.
Flender and the others did not dare speak. It was far too terrifying.
Chen Xin looked at Yu Tianheng beneath Xiao Ze's foot.
"This time, I'll spare your life for your grandfather's sake. If you want to go back and complain, go ahead.
But if he dares to use his seniority to bully Xiao Ze, then Old Bone and I may have to make a trip to the