Yan Chixia's Foul Mouth; Ning Fengzhi, Cut the Bullshit

"Old Yan, save me!" Having noticed the red light earlier and knowing Yan Chixia had arrived, Yue Guan was overjoyed and hurriedly shouted.

Chen Xin frowned.

"Sword Returns to Limitlessness!" The earlier shout rang out again. Countless golden flying swords shot rapidly toward Yue Guan, forming a defensive encirclement of swords before him.

Then, all the remaining attacks from Chen Xin's Sixth Soul Skill struck the sword formation and were completely blocked.

Whoosh! Sword light descended from above. As the glow faded, it revealed a bearded man holding a longsword.

It was none other than the Sword-wielding Elder of Spirit Hall—Yan Chixia!

"Old Yan, you finally came!" Seeing Yan Chixia, Yue Guan cried excitedly, "Quick, make your move and take them down! Let them see just how hard Spirit Hall is to mess with. Number One Attack Douluo Under Heaven, Sword Dao Chen Xin—my ass! That's only because our Old Yan never competed with you. Otherwise, do you really think that Seven Kill Sword of yours deserves the title of number one attack?"

Ning Fengzhi, who was hiding at the very back and responsible for amplification, felt his heart sink further when he saw Yan Chixia arrive.

With his amplification, Chen Xin could defeat the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo. Adding Dugu Bo into the mix should have made victory certain, but Yan Chixia had arrived...

Ning Fengzhi had always harbored a suspicion about Yan Chixia: that he possessed Twin Martial Souls.

His first soul ring configuration was yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black. His second was black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black. Spirit Hall had used his second set of soul rings to fabricate the lie that he had awakened his martial soul only after turning fifty, and had possessed innate Level 92 Soul Power upon awakening. They used this to deceive the public and proclaim Spirit Hall's might—even such a miraculous figure had joined them.

Such an expert was certainly far beyond an ordinary Titled Douluo. Moreover, the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo still had fighting strength. If all three attacked together, their side likely stood little chance.

"Mr. Dugu, are you all right?" Thinking this, Ning Fengzhi asked Dugu Bo, who was struggling to rise from the ground.

"I-I'm fine, pfft!" The moment he said he was fine, Dugu Bo suddenly clutched his chest and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Before Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin had arrived, Yue Guan had already injured him. Then Yan Chixia had struck him with another move, worsening his injuries. At that moment, pain wracked all five of his vital organs; being able to stand was already no easy feat.

Seeing Dugu Bo like this, Ning Fengzhi's heart sank. How was this fine? If they continued fighting, wouldn't Sword Uncle have to face three opponents alone?

Thinking this, a faint smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face as he called out to Yan Chixia, who had come to Yue Guan's side, "Elder Yan, Ning has no intention of becoming enemies with Spirit Hall..."

"Your mother's ass!" Before he could finish, Yan Chixia saw Yue Guan and Ghostly's injuries, cut him off, and cursed him viciously.

"You..."

"How dare you!" Chen Xin flew into a rage. It would have been one thing for a dignified Titled Douluo to be so crude and swear at every turn, but how dared he be so disrespectful to his sect master?

"Your mother's ass!" Yan Chixia turned and hurled the same insult at Chen Xin.

Chen Xin: "..."

"You two bastards dared lay hands on my people. Do you think the sword in my hand isn't sharp enough?" Yan Chixia shouted, holding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword he had brought with him from the world of A Chinese Ghost Story.

Hearing Yan Chixia's words, Yue Guan and Ghostly were deeply moved.

"Old Yan, good brother, I didn't misjudge you!" Yue Guan was so moved that he was nearly in tears. He had never expected that, even after becoming a Titled Douluo, someone would still stand up for him.

Wait, something seems off. Why would I hope for someone to stand up for me?

I'm a Titled Douluo. I should be the one crushing every enemy myself! Hmph, it's all because Ning Fengzhi is so despicable, hiding in the back and amplifying Chen Xin. Otherwise, once Old Ghost and I unleashed the Two Polarity Stillness Domain, what could Chen Xin possibly do?

Thinking this, Yue Guan glared viciously at Ning Fengzhi, who stood far behind Chen Xin.

"Elder Yan, strictly speaking, today's matter is also a misunderstanding. Your hall's Chrysanthemum Douluo Elder and Mr. Dugu of the imperial family fought fiercely within Heaven Dou City. No matter who won, the loser would have been in danger of losing his life. Spirit Hall is the overlord of the Soul Master world, while the Heaven Dou Empire is one of the two great empires. Ning did not wish to see the two powers forge an irreconcilable enmity over this matter, which was why I intervened to stop the conflict. If I caused any offense, I hope Elder Yan can forgive me." Ning Fengzhi was broad-minded. Even after being cursed at, he did not get angry and continued explaining himself to Yan Chixia.

After speaking, he even gave Yan Chixia a slight bow, lowering his stance considerably.

Unfortunately, Yan Chixia did not buy any of it.

He was someone unmoved by either soft or hard tactics. The only thing he accepted was sincerity.

If someone spoke honestly to him and treated him sincerely, he was easy to deal with. But if they fed him lies, then no matter how gently those lies were put, they would only disgust him.

"Cut the bullshit! Ning Fengzhi, Spirit Hall and your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have always stayed out of each other's way. Even if there have been minor conflicts, it never came to blades drawn against one another. What's more, ever since I took command of the Martial Soul Holy Hall, I've strictly restrained my subordinates. No one deliberately targeted the businesses of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Yet here you are, attacking our elders. Let me ask you this: you say you were stopping a conflict, so why did I only see you attacking Yue Guan and Ghostly? Why didn't I see you attack Dugu Bo? You say you were stopping a conflict—did you get Ghostly and Yue Guan's consent? The parties involved didn't agree, so who asked you to meddle!"

"The injuries on Ghostly and Yue Guan were caused by you people, weren't they? Fine. For Spirit Hall's honor and to seek justice for them, I'll be your opponent. Chen Xin, this old man has long wanted to experience the skills of you, the Sword Douluo. My title is Sword Saint, while your title is Sword. Today, let this old man see whether your Seven Kill Sword is stronger, or whether my Xuanyuan Sword is sharper!"

As he spoke, Yan Chixia pointed the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand directly at Chen Xin.

Hearing this, Chen Xin frowned, then gradually relaxed his brow. Perhaps fighting Yan Chixia would bring no benefit to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but personally, he had long wanted to battle the other man as well.

There could be no first in literature, nor second in martial arts. It was long past time for two Titled Douluo who wielded swords to determine who was superior.

Behind them, seeing Yan Chixia speak this way, Ning Fengzhi bit his lip anxiously, feeling some regret... No, not regret. If he had not intervened, Dugu Bo would have died. Losing a Titled Douluo hostile to Spirit Hall would have been a terrible thing.

So, even knowing things would turn out this way, he still would have acted.

"Hoo..." Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath. Seeing Chen Xin turn to look at him, he nodded, then called to Yan Chixia, "Since Elder Yan insists, fine. Let Elder Chen Xin of our sect experience Elder Yan's skills. But I hope that regardless of this battle's outcome, today's matter can be put to rest. Ning will say it again: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has no intention of becoming enemies with Spirit Hall."

"Cut the bullshit already! Keep yapping, and I'll chop you down first before fighting him!" Yan Chixia cursed at Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi's face darkened. He had been cursed at again, and this time it was even worse.

"Old Yan, let's take them together," Yue Guan and Ghostly called to Yan Chixia.

"No need. You two go capture Dugu Bo. I'll handle Chen Xin," Yan Chixia said. Then he shot into the sky.

"You aren't using your martial soul?" Chen Xin frowned as he asked. He could tell that the sword in Yan Chixia's hand was not a martial soul, and not even a soul ring had appeared.

"I'll test your mettle first."

"Dragon Roar Nine Heavens, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

Yan Chixia shouted loudly. Myriad flying swords appeared and surged toward Chen Xin.

Chen Xin: "..."

Isn't that my soul skill?