Joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

As for Yue Guan's question.

Chen Xin said nothing. He merely hovered quietly in the air, his gaze resting on the carriage as though examining something.

Gu Rong was quite willing to answer.

"I heard Spirit Hall produced a twelve-year-old Soul King. Not bad talent." The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing an inscrutable smile. "Some time ago, a letter was delivered to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. It mentioned this genius's peerless talent."

"It also said that he had left Spirit City to train, with only you accompanying him."

Yue Guan's heart sank.

"When Fengzhi learned of this information, he was greatly shocked." Gu Rong's tone carried a hint of mockery. "To be safe, Old Swordsman and I had no choice but to make the trip."

"Chrysanthemum Pass, you should understand what we mean."

Hearing this, Yue Guan remained silent.

Of course he understood.

This was not the first time the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had killed off a genius.

The Upper Three Sects had openly and covertly fought one another for many years.

There were too many geniuses who had died beneath Chen Xin's sword to count on both hands.

He just had not expected it.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence was so swift and precise.

A letter...

There was a traitor within Spirit Hall!

"Chrysanthemum Pass." Gu Rong's voice rang out again, carrying a trace of impatience. "Don't even think about running. There are no Spirit Hall people nearby today. You can't escape."

"If you know what's good for you, kill yourself now. At least you'll suffer less."

Yue Guan's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew it was over today.

If there had only been one of them—either Chen Xin or Gu Rong—he might have been able to risk his life and escape with Yang Jian.

But against two rank ninety-five Titled Douluo, he did not even have a ten percent chance.

But he would not give up.

"Xiao Jian!" Yue Guan suddenly turned, his voice urgent. "Run! I'll hold them back!"

He was prepared to fight to the death.

However...

"Why should I run?"

Yang Jian's calm voice came from the carriage.

Yue Guan froze.

Yang Jian lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down unhurriedly.

His steps were composed. His gaze swept lightly over Chen Xin and Gu Rong in the sky, and there was not the slightest trace of fear on his face.

"Have you gone mad?" Yue Guan immediately grew anxious. "Do you know who they are? Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, both rank ninety-five Titled Douluo!"

"I know." Yang Jian nodded.

Yue Guan was so furious he nearly spat blood.

He knew, yet he still would not run?

Watching this, Gu Rong could not help but laugh.

"A newborn calf truly fears no tiger." He shook his head, pity in his eyes. "Boy, I'm afraid you have no idea how vast the gap in strength is, do you?"

Chen Xin said nothing.

He merely examined Yang Jian in silence.

His gaze was sharp as a sword, as if it could see through everything.

A moment later.

A trace of surprise flashed through Chen Xin's eyes.

Level fifty.

He truly was level fifty.

A twelve-year-old Soul King.

In the entire history of the continent, there was likely no second talent like this.

And this youth was facing two rank ninety-five Titled Douluo.

Yet his expression had not changed in the slightest.

Such courage and temperament were even rarer.

Chen Xin suddenly spoke.

"Boy."

His voice was low and steady, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"I will give you a way to live."

Yang Jian looked up at him.

"Join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." Chen Xin spoke casually. "Sever all ties with Spirit Hall from this day onward, and I can spare your life."

"Rest assured, Yue Guan will certainly die today."

"No one will know that you joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Gu Rong nodded slightly and did not object.

Yang Jian's talent was indeed exceptional.

If they could bring him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Then in the future, he might even become a sharp blade capable of overthrowing Spirit Hall.

As for whether this boy would pretend to obey while secretly defying them?

The corner of Gu Rong's mouth lifted slightly.

When the time came, they could capture his relatives. They would not have to worry about him refusing to submit obediently.

If he behaved, they could arrange for him to marry several direct-line women of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Once he had children, even his bloodline would be bound to the sect.

Ning Fengzhi had done plenty of such things.

"Heh heh."

Yang Jian looked at the two lofty Titled Douluo and suddenly laughed.

"Join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

He gently shook his head. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Ridiculous."

"If there were another rank ninety-five Titled Douluo."

"Perhaps you might have a chance to take me down."

"But the two of you aren't qualified."

The air seemed to freeze.

Chen Xin's gaze changed.

Gu Rong's smile stiffened on his face.

Yue Guan was dumbfounded as well.

He knew Yang Jian was strong. His combat power could not be measured by his rank, and he was enough to contend against ordinary Titled Douluo.

But Chen Xin and Gu Rong were both rank ninety-five, not ordinary Titled Douluo!

Where did Yang Jian get such confidence?

Could someone be protecting him in secret without Yue Guan knowing?

The silence lasted several breaths.

Chen Xin's gaze gradually turned cold.

"Since you refuse to appreciate my kindness." He slowly raised his hand and summoned the Seven Kill Sword, which gave a clear sword cry. "Then I cannot spare you."

The instant his words fell, frigid sword energy soared into the sky. The air within several hundred meters seemed to freeze.

The soul power pressure of a rank ninety-five Titled Douluo erupted without restraint.

Even the shattered stones on the ground trembled faintly beneath it.

Gu Rong moved as well.

A bony armor began spreading across the surface of his body, swiftly covering him from head to toe.

His arms became thicker and longer, while half-foot-long bone spikes extended from his fingertips, gleaming with a cold and sinister light.

Bone Dragon possession!

"Boy."

Gu Rong stared at Yang Jian, a cruel smile in his eyes. "In all these years, you are the first junior who has dared to look down on me. I will not let you die easily."

Yue Guan took a deep breath and likewise completed his martial soul possession.

The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum bloomed behind him, and nine soul rings rose into the air.

Two yellow, two purple, five black.

He shielded Yang Jian behind him, his eyes filled with determination.

"Yang Jian, quickly..."

"Uncle Yue." Yang Jian interrupted him.

Yue Guan froze.

"Please hold Gu Rong back for me." Yang Jian's voice was calm and certain. "I'll deal with Chen Xin."

Yue Guan opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But when he saw Yang Jian's calm, waterlike eyes, the words at his lips were swallowed back down.

They could not escape. They could only fight.

"Alright." Yue Guan gritted his teeth. "Be careful."

Before his words had even faded, his figure shot into the sky and charged straight toward Gu Rong.

Golden petals drifted down from the heavens, directly engulfing Gu Rong.

Gu Rong sneered and swept his bone claw. The petals shattered one after another.

Then he and Yue Guan clashed, leaving this battlefield behind.

On the ground, only Yang Jian and Chen Xin remained.

One old, one young, facing each other from afar.

Yang Jian raised his head and looked at Chen Xin, who hovered in the air, before speaking calmly.

"I have a question."

Chen Xin said nothing. He merely looked down at him from above.

Yang Jian asked, "Who exactly sent you that letter?"

"Even within Spirit Hall, there should be very few people who know about me."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence is a little too well-informed."

"Did you plant a spy within Spirit Hall?"

"And is that spy in a very high position?"

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words.

Chen Xin's expression did not change at all.

"You are already a dead man."

"What use is there in knowing such things?"

Yang Jian shook his head.

"I hope your mouth remains this hard later."

He flipped his right hand.

The Three-Point Double-Edged Saber appeared in his palm. Its blade lengthened with the wind, becoming three meters long in the blink of an eye.

The three pointed blades trembled faintly, as though yearning for something.

Yang Jian gripped the saber's handle tightly, and his entire aura underwent an earth-shaking transformation at that moment.

Chen Xin's pupils contracted slightly.

This martial soul was far from simple!