Crippling Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Intervention

"-ROAR-!"

Just as the sharp claws of the Hell White Tiger were about to tear Ning Rongrong's body to shreds, an accident descended once more.

"-CLANG-!"

A crisp, clear sword hum resonated throughout the entirety of Shrek Academy.

A seven-foot longsword appeared, slicing with pinpoint precision through the Hell White Tiger's right claw just as it was about to strike Ning Rongrong.

"-SPLAT-!"

The Hell White Tiger's right claw was severed instantly. Pitch-black tiger blood sprayed out, splattering onto the scorched, ruined earth nearby and emitting waves of cold, pungent stench.

The cross-section revealed bone and sinew; the blade had been so sharp that the wound was as smooth as a mirror, severed in one clean, decisive stroke.

"ROAR-ROAR-ROAR-!"

Agonizing pain instantly swept through the entire body of the Hell White Tiger. The massive beast, manifested from the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, shuddered violently.

Its previously monstrous, overbearing aura vanished in an instant. The deafening roar turned into a painful shriek, filled with extreme agony and fury.

The Hell White Tiger stumbled back several steps before dissolving into specks of starlight, leaving only Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing behind.

Clearly, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing had been severely wounded by that mysterious sword strike, which had forcibly shattered their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Hell White Tiger.

"AAAAAAH!"

"My hand... my hand..."

Excruciating pain instantly engulfed both Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

As the executors of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they suffered the same backlash to their souls and physical bodies. The severing of the Hell White Tiger's right claw was mirrored onto them in the most brutal fashion.

Both Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's right hands were severed cleanly at the wrist. The wounds were as smooth and flat as the tiger's claw, and blood gushed out frantically, staining their clothes and the earth beneath them.

The heart-wrenching pain of the severed limbs shot straight to their brains, while the fierce sword qi shredded their meridians.

This inhuman torture left Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing pale as paper, their bodies convulsing violently as they clutched their bleeding stumps and let out heart-rending screams.

"Seven Kill Sword..."

Seeing this scene, the corners of Qian Wuyou's mouth curled upward.

"Heh!"

"So, it's Sword Douluo Chen Xin..."

"That clown Ning Fengzhi has finally decided to show his face."

As his voice fell, the Seven Kill Sword that had severed the Hell White Tiger's claw hummed and flew directly toward Ning Rongrong's position.

The next second, a spatial rift appeared quietly.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong appeared right beside Ning Rongrong.

"People from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect???"

The appearance of Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong startled everyone present.

Of course—everyone except Qian Wuyou.

Qian Wuyou had discovered their tracks the moment the Sword and Bone Douluos entered Heaven Dou City, but he had been too busy with his own sister undergoing the sacrifice to bother with them.

Because of the intervention of Ning Fengzhi and the two Douluos, Tianzhen and Wuxie ceased their slaughter, and even Qian Wuyou quite simply canceled the control ability of his Angel Soul Skill.

Even when facing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, and even when facing Ning Fengzhi—the greatest support—along with the two Title Douluos, Sword and Bone, Qian Wuyou remained seated upon his throne, watching these uninvited guests with great interest.

He wanted to see how Ning Fengzhi would react.

"Rongrong... are you alright..."

The Sword and Bone Douluos spoke in soft, hushed tones, fearing they might startle Ning Rongrong, who was clearly in a state of shock.

Ning Fengzhi, in particular, wore a dark expression throughout.

Because he could smell the scent of urine on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the glazed dress Ning Rongrong was wearing, then glanced at the white silk stockings on her legs.

Connecting all the abnormalities on Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi roughly understood what had happened.

It was obvious—Ning Rongrong had suffered some massive, unbearable blow, which had led to her mental collapse.

Otherwise—how could his Rongrong, who was usually a troublemaker, fearless and daring, have lost control of her bladder in public?

Ning Fengzhi walked quickly to Ning Rongrong's side, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda emerged from his palm, its seven layers of glazed light shining brilliantly.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Seven Treasure True Body!"

"Seven Treasures turn out, glazed light shines—

First: Power—Strength Amplification

Second: Speed—Speed Amplification

Third: Soul—Soul Power Amplification"

"Fourth: Defense—Defense Amplification!

Fifth: Attack—Attack Amplification!

Sixth: Boost—All-Attribute Amplification!"

Ning Fengzhi did not hesitate, immediately unleashing a small combo on Ning Rongrong. He applied all seven of his soul skills, attempting to use this method to soothe her shattered spirit.

Feeling the warmth of the soul power, the focus finally returned to Ning Rongrong's vacant eyes.

"Da... Daddy..."

"Grandpa... Grandpa Sword..."

"And... and Grandpa Bone..."

Ning Rongrong reached out with trembling hands, clutching Ning Fengzhi's sleeve tightly, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.

"Wuwuwu..."

"Daddy..."

"Grandpa Sword..."

"Grandpa Bone..."

"Rongrong is scared..."

As if she had finally found her only pillar of support, Ning Rongrong could no longer contain the fear and grievance in her heart. She buried her head in Ning Fengzhi's chest and broke down into uncontrollable sobs.

Tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, soaking Ning Fengzhi's clothes. Her body shivered like a leaf in an autumn wind, her voice choked and fragmented, unable to form a single complete sentence, leaving only irrepressible sobs and lingering terror.

The fear brought by Qian Wuyou and the shadow of death cast by the Hell White Tiger now transformed into an outpouring of uncontrolled emotion. Mixed with an unspeakable sense of shame and panic, it made Ning Rongrong's crying heart-wrenching.

"There, there, Rongrong... stop crying..."

"With Daddy and Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone here, no one can hurt you..."

Ning Fengzhi's heart ached beyond measure.

While he gently patted Ning Rongrong's back to soothe her, his gaze toward Qian Wuyou was already filled with bone-chilling coldness.

"Hmph!"

"As a Title Douluo, to lay such a vicious hand on a junior—aren't you going a bit too far?"

Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword, his icy gaze fixed directly on Qian Wuyou in the sky, his tone indifferent yet carrying an unquestionable attitude.

"You brat from Martial Soul Hall, if you don't give our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect an explanation today, don't even think about leaving Heaven Dou City alive..."

Gu Rong summoned his Bone Dragon martial soul directly, two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings pulsing slowly upward beneath his feet.

His Title Douluo-level spiritual power locked onto Qian Wuyou, not giving the opponent even the slightest chance to escape.

To dare to frighten the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to this extent—Qian Wuyou and his ilk were simply lawless.

Even if Qian Wuyou hailed from Martial Soul Hall, he would have to pay the price today for provoking their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!