Gu Rong was the guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. What Gu Rong did was what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect did.
That was the rule, and it was only right.
But no matter what, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could never be destroyed at his hands.
Since Spirit Hall hadn't sent troops to wipe them out outright, that meant there was still room for negotiation.
He drew a deep breath, suppressing the surging waves in his heart. Then he raised his head, met Zhao Linchuan's gaze, and asked gravely:
"What do you want?"
"I want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"That's impossible!"
Ning Fengzhi refused at once, without a trace of hesitation in his voice.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was an inheritance passed down through generations of his family, the fruit of the Ning family's painstaking efforts over countless years. How could he hand it over to someone else?
Chen Xin pointed his sword at Zhao Linchuan. The Seven Kill Sword blazed with silver light, its sword intent soaring skyward. He was already prepared to fight to the death.
"Gentlemen, if you want to fight, then fight! I, Chen Xin, will gladly oblige!"
"You want us both to perish?" Zhao Linchuan chuckled. He casually clapped his hands together. "Come out and show yourselves!"
"Weng—!"
As soon as he spoke, four formidable pressures swept in from the east, west, south, and north.
High above, four figures stood suspended in the air, their robes snapping in the wind.
Around each of them, nine Soul Rings lit up in succession: two yellow, two purple, and five black. Their rings silently proclaimed their identities.
Four Titled Douluo, one in each direction, had sealed off every escape route.
Their strength might not match Chen Xin's, and