Submit or Die! Seven Treasures Tremble!

Ning Rongrong was stunned at this sight.

She was astonished to find that, facing two Super Douluo who had unleashed their full pressure, Tang Yu remained seated calmly on his horse.

On that young face, there was not even a hint of retreat.

He did not even frown, and his body remained completely motionless, as if the two peerless powerhouses before him were nothing more than air.

An inexplicable and extreme sense of foreboding sprouted wildly in the depths of Ning Rongrong's heart like weeds.

A normal person encountering such a formation would at least show a trace of apprehension, if not flee in terror.

Yet this Tang Yu was far too abnormal.

At this moment, Gu Rong took a heavy step forward, his massive feet crushing the stone slabs and sending debris flying into the air.

His voice was deafening, echoing through the valley with a thick, warning tone.

"Prince Wuyang!"

"This old man admits that you are indeed a rare talent, achieving the rank of prince at such a young age."

"But if you know when to retreat and take your men down the mountain now, this old man will still respect you and consider us friends."

"However, if you insist on going against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, once we start fighting, swords have no eyes, and this old man will show no mercy!"

Chen Xin gripped his Seven Kill Sword and spoke as well.

"Prince Wuyang, we all make our living on this continent; one should not push things to the absolute limit."

"Both sides should respect each other and take a step back to avoid damaging our harmony and ruining your bright future."

The two sang in harmony, attempting to use words to force the other to submit and avoid this life-and-death battle.

However, Tang Yu only looked down at them from his high vantage point.

His gaze was cold and piercing as it swept over everyone in the field.

"You want me to retreat?"

"Then bring out your true skills and let me see exactly how much capability this great sect of the world possesses."

Tang Yu did not want to waste even half a sentence on pleasantries, directly stating his stance of fighting to the bitter end.

Ning Fengzhi, standing behind, heard this, and his expression instantly became incomparably grave.

In such a situation, he still would not retreat!

Facing such a desperate situation, he was actually choosing to meet force with force, refusing to yield even half a step.

Was he truly going to challenge two world-renowned Super Douluo all by himself?

The two Douluo stood at the very front, taking in Tang Yu's reaction.

Chen Xin focused his gaze, capturing something terrifying within those deep eyes.

It was an extreme thirst for battle.

There was no fear, no hesitation, only a violent fighting spirit that sought to tear all enemies to shreds.

Chen Xin's heart sank abruptly, as if he had missed a step on a staircase, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

The black-robed youth was extraordinarily arrogant, his very bones radiating a disdain for the world.

It was as if he were looking at two insignificant ants, completely looking down upon all the rules and powerhouses of this world.

Being slighted in such a way, a nameless anger gradually grew in Chen Xin's heart.

Gu Rong had a fiery temper; how could he endure such provocation?

"You ungrateful, stubborn brat!"

"Since you are hell-bent on seeking death, this old man will grant your wish today and let you know what it means to be truly outmatched!"

Gu Rong roared, no longer holding anything back, and launched the first attack.

A shout shook the mountains and forests, and the ninth soul ring on his body erupted with blinding black light.

"Bone Dragon Void-Nether Array!"

He slammed his hands into the ground, and majestic soul power surged out like an underground spring.

Thick, pitch-black bone pillars erupted from the soil around Tang Yu, kicking up clouds of dust.

These bone pillars crisscrossed, instantly weaving a massive and complex spatial bone formation.

Within the array, space began to twist violently, and light refracted at eerie angles, making one feel dizzy just by looking at it.

Violent cutting forces surged back and forth within the array, shredding soul power.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Yu and his horse were imprisoned on the spot, unable to move.

Seeing that his old partner had already taken control of the situation, Chen Xin did not hesitate.

Nine radiant soul rings appeared neatly beneath his feet, pulsing rhythmically.

The Seven Kill Sword let out a clear, resonant whistle, pointing straight toward the firmament.

Chen Xin waved his arm, directly unleashing a powerful soul skill.

"Power that Shakes the Four Directions!"

Blinding golden sword qi erupted like a volcanic explosion, radiating outward from Chen Xin in every direction.

Countless sharp, peerless sword beams converged into a torrent in the air, surging straight toward Tang Yu, who remained trapped within the bone formation.

One attacking, one defending—their coordination was seamless.

One was responsible for confinement, cutting off all paths of retreat.

The other was responsible for unleashing the most lethal, thunderous strike.

Watching this scene from the rear, Ning Fengzhi could not help but sigh in admiration, the gloom on his face swept away entirely.

The synergy between Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone had long since reached the pinnacle of perfection.

An offensive of such overwhelming, mountain-toppling force.

Even if a legendary rank 98 peak Douluo were here in person, they would certainly have the strength to fight, and might even be forced into a frantic scramble.

However, Tang Yu, positioned at the very center of the killing formation and on the verge of being swallowed by the sword qi, remained as calm as still water, his expression showing no change whatsoever.

There was no panic, nor any desperate attempt to break free.

He merely watched the incoming onslaught with cold eyes.

Then, his thin lips parted, and he spoke in a chilling voice.

"Nether Void-Rending Claw."

As Tang Yu whispered the name, the surrounding scene underwent a violent transformation.

The seemingly solid void was torn open by force, as if it were nothing more than fragile fabric.

A massive black rift hung across the air.

A bone-chilling, frigid nether aura surged wildly from the depths of the crack, and the temperature plummeted to freezing in an instant.

Immediately following, a pitch-black claw reached out directly from the void.

The claw was covered in ancient, obscure patterns, radiating a hair-raising aura of destruction.

It met the thickest golden sword beam head-on, grabbing Chen Xin's sword in its grip.

A crisp, teeth-grinding crack echoed out.

That Seven Kill Sword qi, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, was crushed into a sky full of light particles on the spot under the pressure of that black claw.

Utterly unstoppable!

Chen Xin's offensive was neutralized completely in that single instant.

Ning Fengzhi, watching from behind, was stunned, gasping out loud.

"What!"

He gripped the railing beside him so hard his knuckles turned white.

How could Chen Xin's sword strike be neutralized so nonchalantly?

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her mind buzzing with disbelief.

In her eyes, Grandpa Sword had always been an invincible existence.

Even her father, the Sect Master, held Grandpa Sword's attack power in the highest regard.

How could it end up like this!

What kind of wicked technique was that black claw!

Gu Rong, standing at the front of the formation, was equally shocked.

Knowing the power of Chen Xin's strike, he turned his head in a hurry to ask, "Chen Xin, are you alright!"

Chen Xin's arm, holding the Seven Kill Sword, felt slightly numb. Although a flash of unconcealable shock crossed his face, he remained absolutely calm, as one who had been through a hundred battles.

Gritting his teeth, he channeled the soul power within him to its absolute limit without reservation.

He continued to condense a second, even more terrifying offensive.

This time, he brought out his trump card.