The Crisis Is Over

"Uncle Sword! This has nothing to do with you!" Ning Caichen said, perhaps out of worry.

"The Seven Kill Sword will always be the Seven Kill Sword of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect! Even if I'm a cripple now, I don't want to see internal strife in the sect! You're forcing me to die right in front of you!" Jian Donglai said, old tears streaming down his face.

As the most senior figure in the current Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, who among them had not received his kindness or guidance? This kindly old man, whose heart was wholly devoted to the sect, might not have the slightest strength left now, but no one dared show him disrespect.

"What a fine show! Sect Master Ning, I'm not too late, am I?"

Dozens of old men instantly charged into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's main hall. Each of them carried a pitch-black cannon barrel on his shoulder, surrounding everyone from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ning Caichen looked at the man in the lead and said somewhat coldly.

Those pitch-black cannon barrels were not only aimed at the people from the outer sect, but also at Ning Caichen himself.

"Sect Master! You were muddleheaded!"

The Great Elder finally saw the situation before him clearly as well. No wonder Ning Caichen had been so confident about staking everything on a fight with the people from the outer sect; it turned out he had invited outside aid.

Yet what no one had expected was that Xiao Yu, standing to the side, would now speak in an icy voice. "Starry Sky Douluo, have you forgotten our deal? What are you doing now?"

"What!"

Before one wave had settled, another rose. The situation had now become