Douluo: Poisonous Tongue, Loves Telling the Truth

"Sword Grandpa! Why are you here!"

"Naturally, to see if our little princess has been bullied!"

The man who arrived was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin. He dotingly ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair, revealing a gentle demeanor that stood in stark contrast to his usual temperament.

He had snuck out this time; Ning Fengzhi did not want the two old men interfering too much with Ning Rongrong's path of study.

However, the two of them doted on this little girl more than anyone else in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so how could they possibly rest easy letting Ning Rongrong suffer alone outside?

Tang San, unfamiliar with the situation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, assumed this was just an ordinary elder, perhaps with a slightly sharper eye than most, and continued to ask, "Then why wasn't the clone destroyed when it was hit by the crushing strike?"

Dai Mubai, wanting to show off in front of Zhu Zhuqing, rushed to answer, "It must be that he has some special method we don't know about!"

"It's the Shadow Armor! You bumpkin, Xia Ran's clones can use soul skills!"

Ning Rongrong sneered. The moment the second wave of Xia Ran's clones dissipated on the field, she had noticed a slight anomaly at Huyan Shun's feet.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, her observational skills were naturally far superior to the average person.

Chen Xin was already happy to see Ning Rongrong, and seeing his little princess display such impressive insight made his old face bloom with even more joy, looking like a withered chrysanthemum.

"Our Rongrong is just so smart!"

"What! The clones inherit the original's abilities and can use soul skills!"

Tang San looked incredulous. In his past and present lives, he had never seen a clone that could inherit the original's abilities. Just what kind of background did this Xia Ran have?

"And his combat awareness is actually this terrifying."

"In such a dead end, if it were me, I certainly wouldn't have been able to think of such an exquisite way to resolve it."

Dai Mubai's gaze was venomous as he looked at Ning Rongrong with resentment.

On the field, Huyan Shun was already physically exhausted, kneeling on the ground.

He stared blankly at his severed limb.

Xia Ran performed a graceful flourish with his blade, flicking the Long Blood Bead off before sheathing it.

"Admit defeat! Find a healing soul master quickly, and your arm might still be saved!"

The outcome was decided, and the current situation was still within a controllable range.

Although this bastard hadn't held back earlier, continuing to fight now would likely violate the competition rules.

"I admit defeat!"

Xia Ran let out a sigh of relief; it was finally over!

With 42nd-rank soul power, challenging a 55th-rank soul king who countered his own abilities had nearly cost him his life.

Huyan Shun's fat face was filled with humiliation, his remaining hand clenching into a fist in secret.

Just as the host was about to announce the result, Huyan Shun, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly erupted, using all his strength and his remaining arm to smash toward Xia Ran.

"I want you dead!"

His face was filled with rage, almost twisted.

Even the host didn't have time to react; no one expected someone to violate the competition rules and launch a sneak attack on their opponent at this moment.

The force of the punch drew closer, and the audience in the stands erupted into an uproar...

Chapter 14: Sword Douluo Chen Xin

[Void]

Fortunately, the Mysterious Cat martial soul came with innate spiritual attributes, making him extremely sensitive to fluctuations in soul power.

Xia Ran sensed something was wrong the moment he raised his hand, and he used the Void soul skill once again to dodge the fatal blow.

"You're courting death!"

He had intended to let the matter rest; injuries were inevitable in the Soul Fighting Arena, and he hadn't even dealt a killing blow, yet the other party had actually launched a sneak attack while his guard was down.

Even a clay figurine has a temper; Xia Ran immediately drew his long blade and slashed down toward Huyan Shun's head.

"Boy, stop!"

An angry roar exploded in his ears, and immediately after, an equally fat and bulky old man suddenly appeared, catching the blade with one hand.

Xia Ran, in the center of the arena, felt his vision go black, followed by a wave of dizziness.

"Damn it, spiritual power attack again!"

"These old dogs of the Douluo Continent really love using spiritual power to bully the younger generation, don't they!"

The man who arrived was the Elephant Armored Sect elder, 74th-rank soul saint Huyan Da.

The Soul Fighting Arena was jointly founded by the seven great sects, and they naturally owned a portion of the industry. Today, Huyan Da knew his grandson had a match and had come specifically to watch.

Facing the sudden blade, he had intended to secretly use his spiritual power to blast Xia Ran into an idiot, but he hadn't expected him to withstand it.

However, this guy was still far worse than that old bastard Tang Hao. Xia Ran took a deep breath and circulated his soul power to adjust himself.

"Heh, very well."

"Beat the young one, and the old one shows up. I'll remember today's events!"

He looked at the two in the arena with a gaze of disdain, a cold sneer curling the corners of his mouth.

His strike had failed, and with the crowd in the stands watching, Huyan Da could not easily make another move.

However, as the grandfather of Huyan Shun, how could he let Xia Ran off so easily?

"Kid, your methods are so ruthless. If there's no explanation for today's events, you'll have to come back to the Elephant Armored Sect with me to talk it over properly."

"Old geezer, there are so many people here, do you really think you can kidnap me?"

Xia Ran retorted in a near-mocking tone, his eyes darting toward the audience.

"Good, good, good! Insulting an elder of the Elephant Armored Sect in public—it's only reasonable for me to take you back to the sect for punishment!"

He had been worrying about not having a legitimate excuse to drag Xia Ran back, and he hadn't expected the kid to speak so rudely.

Huyan Da immediately reached out a large hand, intending to grab him.

"That depends on whether you have the ability to do so!"

Seeing that the old geezer was actually playing for real, Xia Ran moved as well.

He activated Martial Soul Avatar and used Shadow Escape, dodging the grab.

"Trifling tricks!"

Huyan Da sneered, and the pressure belonging to a Soul Saint swept across the Soul Fighting Arena, forcing him directly out of hiding.

Seeing that the situation was dire, Xia Ran prepared to unleash his Void Domain; escaping would be no problem, but it would expose his trump card.

This old geezer is such a nuisance!

Just as Xia Ran was about to flee, a figure landed on the Soul Fighting Arena. Without any superfluous movements, he directly neutralized Huyan Da's soul power suppression domain.

Immediately after, a gentle wave of soul power supported Xia Ran, effectively blocking his path of retreat.

The newcomer wore a white-gold robe, possessed an ethereal temperament, and wore a glazed badge on his chest.

"Chen Xin?"

Huyan Da was shocked; he hadn't expected a dignified Titled Douluo to appear in such a small place.

He and Chen Xin were born in the same era, and they had even sparred back when they had just awakened their martial souls.

However, Huyan Da's cultivation talent and temperament were limited, and he had been stuck at the Soul Saint level for many years.

Although he was considered a powerhouse on the continent, compared to a Titled Douluo, he was far behind.

"Oh? Calling me by my name directly? It seems you need to come back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with me to reflect on yourself!"

Using the same logic, Chen Xin said this with an indifferent expression, causing Huyan Da's old face to flush red as he hurriedly offered an apology.

"Your Excellency... I... I am sorry."

"This person deliberately violated the rules of the Soul Fighting Arena and acted with cruelty. As a member of the Seven Great Sects, I truly could not bear to watch this villain commit such acts, so..."

"Enough. Are all these eyes blind?"

Before Huyan Da could finish speaking, Chen Xin interrupted him in an impatient tone.

They were both thousand-year-old foxes; who didn't understand the other's intentions? Today, he wanted to protect Xia Ran, so what if Xia Ran had killed someone in the Soul Fighting Arena?

Not to mention that the truth was right there, with thousands of eyes as witnesses.

"Your Excellency..."

One sentence shut Huyan Da down. He stood there with his head bowed, not daring to make another move.

Huyan Shun tucked his head in, looking like a quail, not daring to say another word.

"This little brother is to my liking. I wish to have a conversation with him. Does this elder of the Elephant Armored Sect have any objections?"

"I dare not! Today's matter was my rashness."

Chen Xin's attitude toward this matter was already clear: he intended to protect this kid right in front of the Elephant Armored Sect elder.

Huyan Da dared not say anything more; when a guardian elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect spoke personally, it wasn't his place to refuse.

"Go."

"Yes."

Having received permission, the grandfather and grandson gathered the severed limbs from the ground and slunk away in disgrace.

They didn't even have the courage to look back at Xia Ran.

Xia Ran had guessed the newcomer's identity from his attire, especially since Ning Rongrong was standing behind him, watching.

It was either Gu Rong or Chen Xin.

"Many thanks, senior."

Tucking his long blade into his waist, Xia Ran bowed to the man before him.