"Hm?"
Chen Xuan's brow lifted slightly.
He didn't even turn around. He merely glanced at Gu Rong.
Just that one glance.
Gu Rong felt an indescribably terrifying pressure, like the Milky Way crashing down, engulf him in an instant!
His body felt as though an invisible sacred mountain had pinned him down. He couldn't move a muscle!
The Soul Power that had just surged up was crushed to pieces in an instant!
"Pfft!"
Gu Rong's face turned pale, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His body slumped backward.
"Uncle Gu Rong!"
Ning Fengzhi was horrified.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing beside him, reacted with lightning speed.
He stepped forward and caught Gu Rong.
At the same time, a peerlessly sharp sword intent burst skyward from within him!
"Clang!"
A clear sword cry rang through the entire courtyard!
The Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul possessed him in an instant!
Nine Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—revolved around him, radiating a terrifying aura!
Supporting the unsteady Gu Rong, Sword Douluo Chen Xin fixed his gaze on Chen Xuan.
There was no fear in his eyes, only pure, unrestrained fighting spirit!
That fighting spirit was like an peerless divine weapon drawn from its sheath, ready to pierce the tranquil sky!
"Your Excellency, you have quite a way with things."
Chen Xin's voice was hoarse and low.
"But treating the guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect this way is going a little too far, don't you think?"
He wasn't questioning Chen Xuan so much as stating a fact.
His hand was already resting on the hilt at his waist.
If Chen Xuan gave an answer that didn't satisfy him, the Seven Kill Sword in his hand would leave its sheath without hesitation!
Facing the almost tangible