The Neuvillette's Swordsmanship Was at Its Peak?! Tang San Repaying Kindness with Betrayal!

"Senior?"

A somewhat irritating voice interrupted Chen Xin's enlightenment.

Tang San clutched the Dao Body Immortal Fruit tightly in his hand, his face wearing that trademark look of sincerity and anxiety.

Seeing Chen Xin staring silently at the horizon, he began to feel uneasy.

The old man isn't going to go back on his word, is he?

After all, this was an Immortal Fruit capable of reshaping the body. Even for a Titled Douluo, it was a second life.

Tang San stepped forward and spoke again.

"Senior Chen Xin, this Immortal Fruit really is important to Fatty."

"I know this is asking a lot, but the Tang Sect still has a few peerless Immortal Herbs. Though they can't compare to this Dao Fruit, they're still sacred treasures that strengthen the body and nourish the spirit."

"If you feel this is an unfair trade, I'm willing to offer them all in exchange."

He had put it beautifully.

He had both cemented the fact that he had already gotten the fruit and presented himself as a man of noble character who was unwilling to take advantage of others.

But who among those present couldn't see through it?

The fruit was already sweating in your hand, and you were talking about an exchange now? It was nothing more than a way to give the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect a graceful way out—and to silence the world's gossip.

Chen Xin finally came back to himself.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze settling on Tang San's young face, so full of calculation.

Was this the so-called "hope"?

Was this the person he and Fengzhi had given everything to support?

Before overwhelming power and realms, these petty schemes looked so laughable and ugly.

Chen Xin didn't respond to Tang San.

He simply turned his head and looked at Ning Rongrong, standing off to the side.

The girl he had watched grow up, the one he had cherished with all his heart.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong had her head bowed, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She didn't dare look up.

She didn't dare look at Chen Xin's empty right sleeve.

And she didn't dare meet the gaze of those eyes that seemed to see straight through people.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and one of the Shrek Seven Devils.

Between the two, she had chosen the latter.

Or rather, she had chosen Tang San.

"Rongrong."

Chen Xin called softly.

Ning Rongrong shuddered, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

She jerked her head up, then quickly avoided Chen Xin's gaze and looked elsewhere.

Her voice was choked with sobs, yet filled with a cruel resolve.

"Grandpa Sword... go."

"Here... there's no reason for you to keep protecting this place anymore."

The words struck Chen Xin in the chest like a heavy hammer.

They hurt far more than losing an arm.

There was no reason anymore?

Yes.

The sect placed its interests above all else, even if it meant sacrificing the dignity and future of its guardian.

A sect like that truly wasn't worth protecting anymore.

Chen Xin turned his gaze to Ning Fengzhi.

The sect master, usually known for his refined manner, had his back to him as he watched the battlefield beyond Jialing Pass, as though something out there had captured all his attention.

But Chen Xin could see clearly.

Ning Fengzhi's back was trembling slightly.

That was guilt.

But it was also a silent expectation.

In Ning Fengzhi's heart, the survival of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect came above all else, and Tang San was the guarantee of that survival.

For that, sacrificing a Sword Douluo who was already crippled was an acceptable price.

"Heh."

Chen Xin laughed.

The laugh was quiet.

As quiet as a withered leaf falling in autumn.

But in that instant, the light in his eyes became purer than ever.

It was the clarity that came after cutting off every last attachment.

"Fine."

"If that's how it is, then we're even."

Chen Xin said nothing more.

He didn't ask Tang San for the promised Soul Bone or Immortal Herbs.

Those things were tainted.

He abruptly turned and faced Skywater City.

There, a sword intent was calling to him.

That was where a pure swordsman like him belonged.

Whoosh—

A gust of wind swept past.

Chen Xin's empty right sleeve fluttered in the breeze, a sight both glaring and strangely carefree.

Once, the loss of his arm had been a thorn in his heart, a flaw in his strength.

But now,

he thought it was just fine.

With nothing in either hand, he had nothing at all.

Only the sword in his heart remained, pointing straight toward the Great Dao.

"Farewell. I won't see you off."

Chen Xin lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body shot into the sky like a fierce sword beam.

His destination: Skywater City!

Watching Chen Xin's resolute figure leave, a glint of red flashed and vanished in Tang San's eyes.

The sincerity on his face disappeared at once, replaced by an intensely grim expression.

He was leaving?

Just like that?

He carried the Seven Kill God Sword, a prototype Super Divine Artifact, and was at the peak of Rank 97.

If he defected to Skywater City or Spirit Hall,

it would spell doom for Shrek and the Tang Sect!

He couldn't be allowed to live!

Just as Tang San was about to act, a graceful figure suddenly stepped in front of him.

Ning Rongrong clutched Tang San's sleeve, her tear-streaked face full of pleading.

"Third Brother! Don't!"

"Please, let Grandpa Sword go!"

"He gave you the Dao Fruit. He has nothing left!"

"For my sake, don't go after him, okay?"

Ning Rongrong understood Tang San all too well.

She had seen the killing intent in his eyes.

Tang San took a deep breath, his gentle expression returning.

He reached out and softly wiped away Ning Rongrong's tears.

"Rongrong, what are you talking about?"

"Senior Chen Xin is your family, which makes him my family too."

"He wants to pursue the sword path. I couldn't be happier for him. Why would I go after him?"

"Don't worry. I, Tang San, would never be so base as to repay kindness with betrayal."

Hearing that, Ning Rongrong seemed to relax. She slumped into Tang San's arms.

But she didn't see what happened.

The instant she lowered her head, Tang San looked past her shoulder toward a shadowy corner in the distance.

It was empty.

But Tang San knew someone was there.

His father, the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.

Tang San's gaze was cold. He nodded slightly and made a discreet gesture across his throat.

The air in that corner rippled faintly.

A domineering presence thick with the stench of blood silently vanished from the spot.

If you pulled up the weeds, you had to get the roots.

That was one of the central tenets of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

Skywater City.

The performance that had dazzled the entire continent was over.

But the atmosphere inside the City Lord Mansion remained frozen.

Di Tian stood in the courtyard, his golden, slit-pupiled eyes still filled with shock.

As the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, an 890,000-year-old Ferocious Beast and the strongest of his age,

he had witnessed the methods of countless powerful beings.

Even the Dragon God of old, and the First-Class Gods of the Divine Realm.

But never had he seen a sword so... elegant.

Yes, elegant.

That hadn't been a battle. It had been a symphony.

"Lord Neuvillette."

Di Tian took a deep breath, his voice filled with unprecedented reverence.

"I never imagined your mastery of the sword would be so peerless as well."

"That strike just now drew upon the momentum of heaven and earth, giving form to the formless. At that level, the so-called Sword Douluo of this world aren't even worthy of carrying your shoes."