Neuvillette's Swordsmanship, Reaches Perfection?! Tang San's Betrayal!

"Senior?"

A somewhat noisy voice interrupted Chen Xin's epiphany.

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

Seeing Chen Xin staring at the horizon without speaking, he felt a bit panicked.

This old guy wouldn't go back on his word, would he?

After all, it was an immortal fruit capable of reshaping a physical body; even for a Title Douluo, it was a second life.

Tang San stepped forward and spoke again.

"Senior Chen Xin, this immortal fruit is truly important to Fatty."

"This junior knows this is asking a lot, but my Tang Sect still has a few peerless immortal herbs. Although they don't compare to this Dao Body Immortal Fruit, they are all sacred items for strengthening the foundation and cultivating the essence."

"If Senior feels it's an unfair trade, I am willing to offer them all in exchange."

These words were spoken with extreme finesse.

They not only solidified the fact that he had already obtained the fruit but also displayed a high moral character of not wanting to take advantage of others.

But who among the discerning people present couldn't see through it?

The fruit was already slick with sweat from being gripped in his hand; talking about an exchange now was merely giving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect a way to save face, and also a way to silence the gossip of the world.

Chen Xin finally snapped back to reality.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Tang San's young yet calculating face.

Is this the so-called "hope"?

Is this the person Fengzhi and he had poured everything into supporting?

In the face of absolute power and realm, these little schemes seemed so ridiculous and ugly.

Chen Xin did not respond to Tang San's words.

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

The girl he had watched grow up, the one he doted on to the marrow of his bones.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong was bowing her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She dared not look up.

She dared not look at Chen Xin's empty right sleeve.

And she dared not look into Chen Xin's eyes, which seemed capable of piercing through the human heart at this moment.

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

Between the two, she had chosen the latter.

Or rather, she had chosen Tang San.

"Rongrong."

Chen Xin called out softly.

Ning Rongrong's body shuddered violently, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

She suddenly raised her head, but quickly avoided Chen Xin's gaze, looking elsewhere.

Her voice was choked with sobs, yet carried a cruel sense of finality.

"Sword Grandpa... please go."

"This place... this place is no longer worth you protecting."

These words were like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into Chen Xin's heart.

It hurt ten thousand times more than the pain of his severed arm.

Is it not worth it anymore?

Yes.

When the interests of the sect are paramount, one can even sacrifice the dignity and future of their guardian deity.

Such a sect is indeed no longer worth it.

Chen Xin cast his gaze toward Ning Fengzhi once more.

This sect master, always known for his elegance, was currently standing with his back to him, looking at the battlefield outside Jialing Pass, as if something there was particularly captivating.

But Chen Xin saw it very clearly.

Ning Fengzhi's back was trembling slightly.

That was guilt.

But it was also a silent acquiescence.

In Ning Fengzhi's heart, the continuation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was greater than everything, and Tang San was the guarantee of that continuation.

For this, sacrificing a crippled Sword Douluo was an acceptable price.

"Heh."

Chen Xin laughed.

This laugh was very soft.

It was as light as a withered leaf falling in autumn.

Yet the light in his eyes became purer than ever before at this moment.

It was the clarity that came after severing all worldly ties.

"Good."

"Since that is the case, then we are even."

Chen Xin did not say another word.

He did not ask for the spirit bones and immortal herbs that Tang San had promised.

Because those things were tainted.

He turned around abruptly, facing the direction of Skywater City.

There, a sword intent was calling out to him.

That was where a pure swordsman like him truly belonged.

Whoosh—

A gust of wind blew past.

Chen Xin's empty right sleeve fluttered in the wind, appearing exceptionally jarring, yet also remarkably dashing.

Once, this severed arm had been a thorn in his heart, a flaw in his strength.

But now.

He felt that this was just fine.

With sleeves fluttering in the breeze, he possessed nothing.

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

"Farewell, I shall not see you off."

Chen Xin tapped his toes lightly, and his entire body transformed into a sharp streak of sword light, soaring into the sky.

His target: Skywater City!

Watching Chen Xin's resolute retreating figure, a flash of red light flickered in the depths of Tang San's eyes.

The sincerity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an extreme gloominess.

He left?

He just left like that?

He held a prototype of a super divine weapon like the Seven Kill God Sword and possessed the strength of a peak level 97 powerhouse.

If he were to defect to Skywater City or Martial Soul Hall.

That would be a catastrophe for Shrek and the Tang Sect!

This man could not be allowed to live!

Just as Tang San was about to make a move, a graceful figure suddenly blocked his path.

Ning Rongrong gripped Tang San's sleeve tightly, her tear-stained face filled with pleading.

"Third Brother! Don't!"

"I beg you, let Sword Grandpa go!"

"He gave you his Dao Fruit; he has nothing left!"

"For my sake, please don't lay a hand on him, okay?"

Ning Rongrong knew Tang San too well.

She had seen the killing intent in his eyes.

Tang San took a deep breath, and a gentle expression returned to his face.

He reached out and gently wiped the tears from Ning Rongrong's face.

"Rongrong, what are you saying?"

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

"I am overjoyed that he is going to pursue the path of the sword; why would I ever lay a hand on him?"

"Rest assured, I, Tang San, am certainly not the kind of villain who repays kindness with ingratitude."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong seemed to heave a sigh of relief, collapsing limply into Tang San's embrace.

But she did not see it.

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

There, 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 subtle throat-slitting gesture.

The air in that corner twisted slightly.

A domineering aura, heavy with the stench of blood, vanished from the spot without a sound.

To cut weeds, one must remove the roots.

This was one of the core tenets of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

Skywater City.

The performance that had stunned the entire continent had already concluded.

But the atmosphere inside the City Lord Mansion remained frozen.

Di Tian stood in the courtyard, his golden vertical pupils still filled with lingering shock.

As an 890,000-year-old Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, the number one fierce beast of the current era.

He had witnessed the methods of too many powerhouses.

Even the Dragon God of the past, even those first-class gods of the God Realm.

But he had never seen such... elegant swordsmanship.

Yes, elegant.

That was not a battle; that was the composition of a musical score.

"Lord Neuvillette."

Di Tian took a deep breath, his tone carrying an unprecedented sense of awe.

"I never imagined that your attainments in the way of the sword would also be so pinnacle-reaching."

"That strike just now, drawing upon the momentum of heaven and earth, turning the formless into the tangible—at this level, I fear the so-called Sword Douluo of this world isn't even fit to carry your shoes."