Bestowal and Punishment!

Although Sword Douluo usually doted on Ning Rongrong immensely, that affection remained superficial; when forced to choose between Ning Rongrong and his own grandson, he would undoubtedly choose the latter.

Sword Douluo stood up, a terrifying sword intent permeating his body. He looked at Zhao Wuji and said coldly, "Zhao Wuji, are you ready?"

At this moment, seeing that Sword Douluo had actually revealed killing intent, Ning Rongrong felt her entire body turn cold. Panic seized her, and she immediately retreated.

The Sword Grandpa of now was completely different from the one before.

Ning Rongrong did not understand why things had turned out this way.

In the past, Sword Grandpa would listen to her no matter what, but now, why was he treating her with such severity?

Could it be because of Chen Feng?

Yes, it must be Chen Feng. Chen Feng must have said something to Sword Grandpa.

Otherwise, why would Sword Grandpa have changed like this?

Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with confusion.

At this time, Oscar stepped forward and looked at Ning Rongrong, asking, "Rongrong, are you alright?"

Ning Rongrong did not respond to Oscar; she only stared blankly at Sword Douluo.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji knelt on the ground, his entire body trembling. He felt the powerful pressure radiating from Sword Douluo and found he lacked the strength to even move a muscle.

He knew that winning this battle was impossible; he was even finding it difficult to breathe.

"Please... please, Your Excellency Sword Douluo, punish me!"

Zhao Wuji looked at Chen Xin with trembling lips. His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat; clearly, he had reached his limit.

Sword Douluo looked at Zhao Wuji with an indifferent gaze. "Very well."

Sword intent swirled around Sword Douluo. He walked slowly toward Zhao Wuji, the Seven Kill Sword already manifested in his hand, a sharp aura locking onto Zhao Wuji.

"Release your Martial Soul, or you will die!"

As these words fell from Sword Douluo, Zhao Wuji felt an immense pressure envelop him. He tried to break free, only to find it impossible to resist.

Zhao Wuji completed his Martial Soul Possession, seven soul rings pulsing up and down around his body, flashing with dazzling light.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji released his True Body of the Martial Soul, his body instantly bursting through his bandages.

He stood before Sword Douluo like a massive bear.

The next moment, the Seven Kill Sword in Sword Douluo's hand descended slowly.

In that instant, a terrifying sword aura slashed toward Zhao Wuji. That strike, like a collapsing mountain or a raging sea, was filled with unparalleled power and descended upon Zhao Wuji in a heartbeat.

"Boom."

Zhao Wuji immediately unleashed his strongest defense, yet his defensive barrier was nothing more than a fragile shell before Sword Douluo.

His incredibly sturdy protective shield shattered instantly.

"Pfft."

Blood sprayed wildly as his body was sent flying backward.

"Ah!"

Ning Rongrong, standing to the side, let out a miserable shriek.

"Thud."

Zhao Wuji crashed heavily onto the ground.

Everyone immediately looked toward Zhao Wuji, only to see that his left arm had been severed, blood gushing incessantly from the stump.

"Ah!" Zhao Wuji lay on his back, unable to stop himself from howling in agony.

"Hiss."

Seeing this scene, everyone's heart trembled violently.

Sword Douluo was actually powerful to this degree.

Moreover, it seemed Sword Douluo had only used thirty percent of his strength; one could only imagine what level his full attack power reached.

Zhao Wuji struggled to stand up, spitting out blood.

Sword Douluo looked at Zhao Wuji indifferently and said, "I have taken an arm; this matter is now settled. Do you submit?"

Zhao Wuji looked at Sword Douluo, his heart filled with humiliation and hatred, yet he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Many thanks to Your Excellency Sword Douluo for showing mercy."

Hearing Zhao Wuji's concession, Sword Douluo gave a light hum and said, "Get lost."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji bowed deeply. "As you command!"

Having said that, he dragged his maimed body with difficulty, stumbling away step by step, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.

Ning Rongrong was completely stunned.

At this moment, Chen Xin looked at Flender again and asked, "Flender, do you submit?"

Flender immediately replied, "Old Zhao offended your grandson; I am already grateful that you spared his life."

At this moment, Sword Douluo burst into laughter. "I know none of you are convinced, but I couldn't care less whether you are or not. I will lay it out for you today: I, Chen Xin, have only one grandson.

He is the sole heir to the sword path of my Chen Clan. Whoever dares to bully my grandson shall meet the same fate as this Zhao Wuji!

No matter who it is, there are no exceptions!"

As Sword Douluo spoke, he glanced toward Ning Rongrong, and she was immediately startled by him.

She did not understand; she could not fathom why all of this was happening.

If she were to bully Chen Feng, would Sword Douluo actually kill her too?

At this time, Sword Douluo turned back to look at Xiao Feng and asked, "Xiao Feng, is this satisfactory to you?"

Chen Feng replied immediately, "It is, Grandfather."

Chen Xin nodded and said, "Very well, let us go!"

With that, Chen Xin turned to leave with Chen Feng, but then he looked back at Ning Rongrong once more. "Rongrong, do make sure you study hard here at this... whatever-it-is Academy!"

After saying this, Sword Douluo departed into the distance with Chen Feng and Kamisato Ayaka.

At this moment, everyone at Shrek Academy watched the scene in astonishment.

Tang San stood frozen in place, muttering, "Is this the power of a Titled Douluo?"

Xiao Wu hid behind Tang San and let out a cold snort. "Hmph, this Titled Douluo is truly overbearing!"

Dai Mubai nodded slightly. "Titled Douluos are the strongest beings in this world; they have always acted according to their own whims, so it is only natural they are overbearing. It is just that Teacher Zhao is in a miserable state."

At this point, Tang San looked at Ning Rongrong and asked, "Rongrong, is this Sword Douluo a guest elder of your family?"

Ning Rongrong nodded. "He is my Sword Grandpa. He is usually very kind to me, but I never expected him to treat me like this today."

Tang San then spoke up, "He is, after all, that Chen Feng's grandfather, so it is natural for him to be biased toward Chen Feng. Rongrong, don't blame me for not warning you—you must remember one thing: outsiders will always be outsiders."

Upon hearing Tang San's words, Ning Rongrong stood stunned, then nodded. "I understand."

Watching the backs of Chen Feng and Chen Xin as they walked away, Ning Rongrong thought to herself, Once I return to the sect, I will definitely tell my father about this.

Once they had walked some distance away, Chen Xin immediately asked with a playful eagerness, "Xiao Feng, how did Grandfather perform today?"

Chen Feng looked at his grandfather, who was acting like an old urchin, and replied, "Grandfather was very cool and very imposing today."

Hearing this, Chen Xin immediately beamed with pride and looked at Chen Feng. "Xiao Feng, let Grandfather tell you another secret regarding the sword path!"

"What secret?" Chen Feng asked immediately.

Chen Xin then declared, "There are many secrets to the sword path, but the one I am telling you now consists of only one word: 'Cool'!"