Ning Fengzhi's Brain Short-Circuit

"Your Holiness the Pope, Sect Master Tang already knows he was wrong. The Clear Sky Sect will offer compensation. This matter should be settled by now, shouldn't it?"

Just as everyone was too afraid to even breathe, a voice filled with inexplicable confidence suddenly rang out.

Qian Cheng turned his head in surprise.

Only then did he realize that the speaker was Ning Fengzhi.

But on second thought, Ning Fengzhi was the only one who would dare speak up in a situation like this.

After all, this man looked clever, but his brain short-circuited at the drop of a hat.

For example, whoever gained the Master gained the world!

Or when Spirit Hall tried to intercept Tang San, he had inexplicably jumped out to take the blow.

Or he would suddenly be overwhelmed with kindness, only to end up with a broken sword and shattered bones!

"Ning Fengzhi, it's fine if you don't speak. No one will mistake you for a mute!"

Qian Cheng narrowed his eyes and studied Ning Fengzhi with great interest.

"Your Holiness the Pope, I don't understand what you mean."

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, a trace of vigilance in his voice.

"You don't understand what I mean?"

"Did I permit you to interrupt?"

Qian Cheng's figure flashed like a ghost, appearing before Ning Fengzhi in an instant.

Slap!

A resounding slap echoed through the backyard, making the air around them tremble faintly.

"Qian Cheng! Do you know what you're doing?"

Ning Fengzhi covered his burning cheek and stared at Qian Cheng in utter disbelief.

"Mm! And?!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Cheng gave Ning Fengzhi another vicious slap!

Two bright red palm prints were deeply stamped across Ning Fengzhi's face!

"What the hell are you? How dare you babble so arrogantly in front of me?"

Qian Cheng shifted his gaze to Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, a cruel sneer curling across his lips. "Are you two thinking of making a move? I can give you a chance. Want to try?"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's faces instantly turned livid.

Qian Cheng's words were undoubtedly a blatant challenge to their dignity and bottom line.

"Qian Cheng, are you declaring war on the Upper Three Sects?"

Chen Xin's voice carried a suppressed rage.

Who was Ning Fengzhi?

He was the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been slapped twice?

If they did not strike back, where would their honor be?

"Declaring war? You think far too highly of yourselves!"

Qian Cheng's lips curved slightly into a cold smile. "I came here today to wipe out your sect. And your sect master has made me rather unhappy, so have you figured out how you want to die?"

Those icy, murderous words struck like thunder, plunging the entire scene into silence.

Ning Fengzhi was completely stunned. He had never imagined that saying one extra sentence would lead to such severe consequences.

"Seven Treasures Famous, First is Strength, Second is Speed..."

Sensing Qian Cheng's killing intent, Ning Fengzhi could only grit his teeth and summon his Martial Soul, enhancing Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

A sharp gleam flashed through Sword Douluo's eyes!

A longsword instantly appeared in his palm.

It was a sword of clear blue throughout, as though it had been carved from crystal.

At the same time, the nine spirit rings on the sword rapidly shrank.

They transformed into two yellow, two purple, and five black stars that attached themselves to the blade, radiating powerful Soul Power fluctuations.

Bone Douluo let out a roar.

The phantom of a Bone Giant Dragon slowly emerged behind him.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, shining with dazzling light.

Seventh Spirit Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!

Bone Douluo merged with the phantom bone dragon behind him, transforming into a Bone Giant Dragon a hundred meters long!

Ninth Spirit Skill: Bone Dragon Breath!

A stream of pale dragon breath surged from the Bone Giant Dragon's mouth, hurtling toward Qian Cheng.

At the same time, a pale blue sword light suddenly appeared along the edge of Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword.

This was his First Spirit Skill, capable of increasing his attack power by thirty percent!

Ninth Spirit Skill: God-Demon Dual Slash!

The pale blue Sword Qi on the Seven Kill Sword erupted, transforming into two Crescent Sword Qi strikes that cleaved toward Qian Cheng with boundless might.

The pale blue Sword Qi and the pale dragon breath attacked Qian Cheng almost simultaneously.

Sword Douluo's Soul Power was currently level 96, while Bone Douluo was level 95. With Ning Fengzhi's enhancement, the two of them working together could confront a level 97 Super Douluo head-on and contend against a level 98 Peak Douluo.

Of course, they could only contend with a Peak Douluo. Given enough time, they would still lose.

"There is a price for talking nonsense!"

A suffocating pressure radiated from Qian Cheng, as though a mountain were crushing down upon everyone's hearts.

Blood-red killing intent surged out like a tidal wave, churning through the void as if it intended to devour the entire world.

That killing intent condensed into a black-red domain, like an endless Chaotic Abyss, enveloping the entire backyard.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, wreathed in black mist, slowly rose behind Qian Cheng!

Annihilation!

Qian Cheng did not make a move. He merely uttered two words lightly!

The next second, the Sword Qi and dragon breath unleashed by Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo vanished directly in midair!

It was as if neither of them had ever used a spirit skill.

"What is this? Why did my spirit skill disappear?"

Sword Douluo stared at Qian Cheng in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

"What exactly did you do?"

Bone Douluo's voice trembled slightly. They had never seen such a bizarre sight before.

Rewind!

The two words drifted slowly from Qian Cheng's mouth, light as a feather, yet they were like heavenly laws that could not be defied.

The Seven Kill Sword in Sword Douluo's hand instantly dissipated into nothingness.

Bone Douluo had already transformed into a Bone Giant Dragon, yet he reverted to human form at that very moment.

It was as though their own time had been reset, returning them to before they had summoned their Martial Souls!

At this sight, everyone was struck dumb, not even daring to breathe.

Only one person—Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—was trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with terror.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had not been established for particularly long.

But in order to solve Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul problem, Yu Yuanzhen had searched through countless records.

He had once seen something resembling a biography in the ancient books of a small sect.

Yu Yuanzhen had only regarded those accounts as amusing stories, never imagining that they would one day appear before him.

Someone had slaughtered two sects because another person had eaten his pet dog?

Someone who dared to act as a mediator had even been crushed to death with a red domain?

How could such absurd things possibly exist?

Yet now, the red domain recorded in that biography had actually appeared before him!

"There is no mistake. It must be this bizarre domain!"

"He isn't Qian Daoliu's uncle. He is Qian Cheng, he is that—"

Yu Yuanzhen's words abruptly cut off.

Because he sensed a sinister gaze fixed upon him, sending a chill through his entire body!