The soft light poured through the colorful glass windows, but it could not dispel the heavy, murderous atmosphere in the hall.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong appeared silently in the center of the hall.
Chen Xin was still dressed in white as pristine as snow, the Seven Kill Sword cradled in his arms. His aura was deep and steady, like an abyss; only a little battle dust clung to the hem of his robe.
Gu Rong, meanwhile, grinned as he rolled his thick neck, his joints cracking softly. The lingering heat of battle and a trace of satisfaction still showed on his face, while the phantom of his bone armor flickered and vanished.
Ning Fengzhi had already risen to greet them. Concern and gravity filled his gentle expression. "Uncle Gu, Uncle Jian, thanks for your efforts! Are you both unharmed?"
"Hahaha, don't worry, Fengzhi!" Gu Rong waved a hand casually, his voice booming like a bell. "Chrysanthemum Guan and Old Ghost haven't improved much over the years! Sword Man and I gave those two a good beating!"
"That Old Ghost's black mist nearly got torn to shreds by my bone claws, and the petals of Yue Guan's lousy flower were almost all sliced off by Sword Man's Seven Kill Sword Qi! What a thrill! Damn, that felt good!"
Chen Xin gave a slight nod, his voice calm and even. "Yue Guan and Gui Mei's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, 'Polar Stasis Domain,' does have its merits. However, their cultivation still falls just short."
"Both have been badly wounded and won't be able to stir up trouble again anytime soon."
"Excellent! What divine might, Uncles!" A hint of relief flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, but it was soon replaced by deeper worry. "That means we've made good on our promise to that