Ning Rongrong's First Dry Heave? A Visit to the Elephant Armor Sect-Striking It Off Today! (Please Follow!)

A flicker of approval passed through Huang Yan's eyes. Then he looked at Ning Rongrong, who stood off to the side with a pale face.

"Miss Ning, it's your turn.

I'll leave the rest to you."

Ning Rongrong's lips trembled.

"I... I'm a support-type Soul Master..."

"So what if you're support-type?"

Huang Yan let out a cold laugh.

"Do you need a Martial Soul to stab someone with a knife?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head frantically, tears spilling from her eyes as she staggered backward.

"No... I can't do it!

My father said I'm the apple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's eye. I only need to stay in the rear. I don't need to get blood on my hands!"

"Utterly foolish."

Huang Yan's gaze was icy, devoid of pity.

"Can Ning Fengzhi protect you for the rest of your life?

Can Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo protect you for the rest of your life?

If I weren't standing here today, and these beasts were instead,

what do you think would happen to you if you fell into their hands without your guards?"

Ning Rongrong shuddered. She glanced at the Elephant Armor Sect disciples, their faces wreathed in brute strength, and felt her stomach churn.

"Pick it up."

Huang Yan nudged a scattered steel saber with his toe. It clattered across the floor and slid to a stop at Ning Rongrong's feet.

"Kill them."

"I..."

Ning Rongrong's legs went weak. She bit down hard on her lip.

Just then, the few surviving Elephant Armor Sect disciples exchanged glances. The desperate, ferocious light of cornered beasts flashed in their eyes.

"If we're going to die either way, we might as well go down fighting!

Brothers, grab that little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and use her as