"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, I really was blind!"
"I raised such an ungrateful daughter!"
"It's all your fault for spoiling her so much. If you were still alive, I'd give you two old fools a piece of my mind!"
"It's all your fault. You spoiled Ning Rongrong too much!"
"But you're gone."
"I can yell at you all I want, but you can't hear me!"
"Yeah, you're both gone!"
Tears streaming down his face, Ning Fengzhi suddenly looked resolute, a cold glint in his eyes. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand trembled and rang.
The next moment, Ning Fengzhi gripped the long sword and charged toward the Golden Sacred Dragon in the distance.
"Uncle Sword, lend me your strength once more. Protect me—and the sect—one last time!"
Ning Fengzhi acted this way partly because his heart had truly turned to ash, and partly because he wanted the people from Spirit Hall to pledge their loyalty to him completely.
Of course, there was one more important reason: he was using himself as bait, throwing himself into the game to force Ning Rongrong and the others to act.
At that moment, the four Soul Douluos had already been defeated by the Golden Sacred Dragon.
The gap was simply too great.
They couldn't stop it at all.
"Bang!"
Just as the Golden Sacred Dragon was about to kill the four, Ning Fengzhi rushed in with the Seven Kill Sword in hand.
As he attacked, he put himself between the four and the Golden Sacred Dragon, using his own body as a shield.
"Dad!"
Seeing such a perilous scene, Ning Rongrong could no longer hold back.
She hurried forward.
"Rongrong, what's done is done. There's no turning back. I think we should take this opportunity to have Grandmaster and the others wipe out