"Roar!"
Just as Hell White Tiger's sharp claws were about to tear Ning Rongrong apart, another unexpected turn of events unfolded.
"Clang!"
A crisp sword chime rang throughout Shrek Academy.
A seven-foot-long sword appeared, slicing cleanly through Hell White Tiger's right claw just as it was about to strike Ning Rongrong.
"Splurt!"
Hell White Tiger's right claw fell with a spray of black tiger blood, splattering across the scorched, shattered earth and filling the air with a sharp, icy stench.
Muscle and bone showed at the severed stump. The blade had been so keen that the cut was smooth as a mirror—one clean, decisive slash.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Agony swept through Hell White Tiger in an instant. The enormous beast, formed through the Martial Soul Fusion of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, shuddered violently.
Its overwhelming ferocity abruptly ebbed. Its deafening roar of rage turned into a howl of pain, filled with unbearable agony and fury.
Hell White Tiger staggered back several steps, then vanished in a shower of starlight, leaving only Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing behind.
Clearly, the mysterious sword strike had severely wounded them both, forcibly breaking apart their Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Hell White Tiger.
"Ahhh!"
"My hand... My hand..."
Agony swept through Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing in an instant.
As the ones who had performed the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they suffered the same backlash to their bodies and souls. Hell White Tiger's severed right claw was mirrored on them in the cruelest way.
Both Dai Mubai's and Zhu Zhuqing's right hands had been severed at the wrist. The cuts were as smooth and even as the tiger's claw, and blood gushed out, staining their clothes and the earth beneath them.
The searing pain of losing a limb shot straight to their brains, while powerful sword energy tore through their meridians.
The inhuman torment left Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing deathly pale. Their bodies convulsed as they clutched their bleeding stumps, crying out in agony.
"The Seven Kill Sword..."
At the sight, the corners of Qian Wuyou's mouth lifted slightly.
"Heh!"
"So it's Sword Douluo Chen Xin..."
"That clown Ning Fengzhi finally decided to show himself."
As he spoke, the Seven Kill Sword that had severed Hell White Tiger's right claw hummed and flew straight toward Ning Rongrong.
The next moment, a rift in space quietly opened.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong appeared beside Ning Rongrong.
"People from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong's arrival startled everyone else present.
Everyone, that is, except Qian Wuyou.
He had already noticed them when the two Douluo of Sword and Bone entered Heaven Dou City. But with his younger sister undergoing her sacrifice, he hadn't had time to deal with them.
With Ning Fengzhi and the Sword and Bone Douluo intervening, Tianzhen, Wuxie, and Tang Hao also stopped fighting. Qian Wuyou, too, simply canceled the controlling effect of the Angel Soul Skill.
Even facing one of the Upper Three Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, even facing Ning Fengzhi, the strongest support-type Soul Master, as well as the two Titled Douluo of Sword and Bone, Qian Wuyou remained seated on his throne, watching the uninvited guests with keen interest.
He wanted to see what Ning Fengzhi would do.
"Rongrong... Are you all right?"
The Sword and Bone Douluo spoke gently, afraid of frightening Ning Rongrong, who had clearly been badly shaken.
Ning Fengzhi, in particular, had kept a dark expression the entire time.
That was because he could smell urine on Ning Rongrong.
Ning Fengzhi looked at the glazed skirt she wore, then at the white stockings on her legs.
Putting together all the signs, he had a rough idea of what had happened.
Clearly, Ning Rongrong had suffered some unbearable shock, which had left her in a daze.
Otherwise, how could his usually mischievous, troublesome, fearless Rongrong have lost control of herself in public?
Ning Fengzhi hurried to her side. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in his palm, its seven tiers gleaming brilliantly.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Seven Treasure True Body!"
"From the Seven Treasures, the Glazed Tile shines—
First: Strength—Strength Amplification
Second: Speed—Speed Amplification
Third: Soul—Soul Power Amplification
Fourth: Defense—Defense Amplification
Fifth: Attack—Attack Amplification
Sixth: Boost—All Attributes Amplification!"
Without another word, Ning Fengzhi unleashed a quick succession of Soul Skills on Ning Rongrong, using all seven in an attempt to soothe her shaken mind.
Feeling the warm Soul Power, Ning Rongrong's unfocused eyes finally regained a trace of clarity.
"D-Dad..."
"Grandpa... Grandpa Sword..."
"And... and Grandpa Bone..."
Ning Rongrong tremulously reached out and gripped Ning Fengzhi's sleeve, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.
"Wuwu..."
"Dad..."
"Grandpa Sword..."
"Grandpa Bone..."
"Rongrong's scared..."
As if she had finally found the one thing she could rely on, Ning Rongrong could no longer hold back her fear and grievances. She threw herself into Ning Fengzhi's arms and burst into tears.
Her tears poured down like beads from a broken string, soaking Ning Fengzhi's clothes. She trembled like a leaf in an autumn gale, her voice breaking with sobs until she could barely form a sentence. All that came out were choked sobs and trembling gasps.
The fear Qian Wuyou had inspired and the shadow of death brought by Hell White Tiger now burst out in a flood of uncontrolled emotion, mixed with shame and panic she could hardly bear to speak of. Ning Rongrong wept until she was hoarse with anguish.
"Rongrong, it's all right... Don't cry..."
"Your father and your grandpas Sword and Bone are here. No one can hurt you..."
Ning Fengzhi's heart ached beyond measure.
As he gently patted Ning Rongrong's back and soothed her, the look he turned on Qian Wuyou had already grown icily cold.
"Hmph!"
"You're a Titled Douluo, yet you'd stoop to such a vicious attack against a junior? Haven't you gone too far?"
Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword and fixed his cold gaze on Qian Wuyou in the sky, his tone indifferent yet leaving no room for argument.
"You stinking brat from Spirit Hall, if you don't give our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect an explanation today, you won't be leaving Heaven Dou City..."
Gu Rong summoned his Bone Dragon Martial Soul. Two yellow, two purple, and five black Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.
The spiritual power of a Titled Douluo locked onto Qian Wuyou, leaving him no chance to escape.
To frighten the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect like this—Qian Wuyou and his people were utterly lawless.
Even if Qian Wuyou came from Spirit Hall, he would pay for daring to offend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect today!
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