Ning Xiaochun Arrives, Domineeringly Protecting His Wife!

Before his words had even faded, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei moved in unison!

Two terrifying auras, as if ancient beasts had suddenly awakened from their slumber, erupted with a roar! It was the pressure belonging to Title Douluos, enough to make the very heavens and earth change color!

A strange flower appeared in Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's hand; its petals were golden and emitted a bizarre fragrance. He sneered, his voice shrill and cold, "Little girl, your talent is decent, but it's a pity you are far too unappreciative. Since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, don't blame this old man for bullying the young!"

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's figure vanished from his spot like a phantom. In the next instant, he appeared behind Shui Bing'er, a withered, skeletal hand shrouded in black robes reaching toward her shoulder with an icy, sinister aura!

"Spirit Hall is acting; all bystanders, get lost!"

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were well aware that Yan's attempt to seize the bride this time was backed by Bibi Dong, and failure would not be tolerated.

With both Title Douluos attacking simultaneously, the terrifying pressure made the teachers and students of Tianshui Academy struggle to breathe, as if an invisible mountain were pressing down upon their shoulders!

Leng Ningshuang's face turned deathly pale. She wanted to step forward to help, but she was pinned down by that horrific pressure, unable to move even a single finger.

Shui Bing'er's expression also turned incredibly grave in an instant. Although she was gifted and her strength as a six-ring Soul Emperor was enough to look down upon her peers, she still felt immense pressure facing the combined attack of two veteran Title Douluos!

But she did not retreat.

She gritted her teeth, the phantom of the Ice Phoenix coalescing behind her once more as her six soul rings blazed with light!

She prepared to give it her all; even if she knew she was no match, she would never let them succeed easily! She would rather die than suffer such humiliation!

Just at this critical moment!

"Hmph!"

A cold snort exploded over the plaza like a thunderclap!

Immediately following it, a sharp, peerless sword intent that seemed capable of severing the firmament descended from the sky! The sharpness of that intent made even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo feel a palpitation in their hearts, forcing them to abandon their attacks and retreat!

A figure appeared before Shui Bing'er as if by teleportation.

"Bullying the young is not the way of the strong!"

It was an old man with white hair and a beard, a stern face, and a posture as upright as a blade. He cradled a simple, ancient longsword in his arms. Standing there, he was like a peerless divine sword unsheathed, radiating a sharpness that made all things bow!

It was Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!

Following closely behind, two more figures appeared on either side of the Sword Douluo.

The person on the left, with a slender build and a scholarly face, was none other than the Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi. The person on the right, gaunt and skeletal, was Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

And behind them, a youth in moon-white silk robes with sword-like brows and starry eyes walked slowly forward.

It was Ning Xiaochun!

He walked to Shui Bing'er's side, first casting a concerned look at her to confirm she wasn't injured, before turning his head to look at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, a cold smile curling his lips:

"Spirit Hall is truly overbearing! Do you really treat the Heaven Dou Empire as your own backyard? Not only are you forcibly seizing a woman in broad daylight, but you're also laying hands on a weak girl? Tsk tsk tsk... what a grand display of might!"

The expressions of Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei turned incredibly ugly in an instant.

They had not expected that people from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect would arrive at such a time!

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stepped forward, his gaze like a blade as he stared directly at the two, his voice cold and laced with a hint of killing intent: "If you want to touch the Young Mistress of my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, have you asked the sword in my hand?"

Before his words had finished, an even sharper, more majestic sword intent erupted! The strength of that intent actually suppressed the momentum of both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo single-handedly!

The faces of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo changed completely!

On the plaza of Tianshui Academy, the tense atmosphere became even more delicate due to Ning Xiaochun's arrival.

Ning Xiaochun walked quickly to Shui Bing'er's side, looking her over carefully to confirm she was unhurt before letting out a sigh of relief, his tone filled with unconcealed concern:

"Sister Bing'er, are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

Watching the unconcealed worry and nervousness in his eyes, the coldness and stubbornness Shui Bing'er had accumulated while facing the strong enemies alone seemed to melt away in an instant, replaced by a warm current.

She shook her head gently, her voice carrying a trace of imperceptible softness: "I'm fine."

She paused, and a rare look of grievance flickered in her ice-blue eyes, as if a child bullied outside had finally found a guardian to rely on:

"If you hadn't come... I would have been taken away."

This tone, tinged with a hint of coquettishness, formed a massive contrast with the image of the Ice Goddess who had just swept the field and frozen Yan!

The surrounding onlookers, who had been too stunned by Shui Bing'er's immense power to speak, were now dumbfounded, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.

Was this really the same iceberg goddess who had frozen Yan in one move and remained unflinching before two Title Douluos? How had she turned into a little girl acting spoiled toward her lover in the blink of an eye?!

The contrast was simply too great!

Yan, who had just crawled up from the ground with half his body still covered in ice shards, felt like he was going insane with jealousy at this sight!

He stared fixedly at Ning Xiaochun, his gaze as if he wanted to swallow this boy who had stolen his beloved woman alive!

"Ning! Xiao! Chun!" Yan gritted out these three words, his voice filled with endless malice.

"What kind of thing are you! Are you even worthy of a woman like Miss Bing'er?! I'm telling you, this isn't over! I came here to marry Shui Bing'er under the orders of the Pope; if your Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is sensible, you will obediently annul the engagement and hand her over! Spirit Hall will naturally provide you with sufficient compensation! Otherwise..."

He sneered, carrying an unconcealed threat: "You should know the consequences of offending Spirit Hall!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Xiaochun turned his head slowly to look at Yan. There was no anger on his face; instead, he wore a playful, mocking expression, as if he were watching a clown perform.

"Are you finished?" Ning Xiaochun asked indifferently.

Yan was incensed by his nonchalant attitude and snapped, "Ning Xiaochun! Don't be ungrateful! I'm telling you, the Pope already knows about this matter and is fully supporting me! No matter how strong your Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is, can it really be stronger than Spirit Hall? If you know what's good for you, hand over Shui Bing'er obediently, and I might even put in a good word for you before the Pope! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Ning Xiaochun interrupted him. His voice remained flat, yet it carried an unquestionable weight. "Otherwise your Spirit Hall is going to raze my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect to the ground? Heh... I'm so scared."

Though he said he was "so scared," there was no trace of fear on his face; instead, a mocking smile played on his lips.

He turned his head to look at Sword Douluo Chen Xin, his tone as casual as if he were ordering a servant to handle a trivial matter: "Grandpa Sword, he's very noisy. Please make him quiet."