Ning Fengzhi's submission left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two guardian Douluo unwilling, but there was nothing they could do.
What else could they do when they could not win? They had unleashed every ability they possessed, only to end up seriously injured.
Chen Xin now had a horrifying patch of blood across his chest. His breathing was heavy and uneven, his gasps sounding like a broken bellows.
Even the ninety-sixth-rank Sword Douluo was in such a state; Gu Rong was even worse off.
His tall, gaunt body had already resembled a withered old tree. Now, it looked like that old tree had dried up and cracked apart. His exposed skin was covered in fissures, blood seeping from within them. It was a terrifying sight.
Since Ning Fengzhi had already submitted, Chen Xin and Gu Rong were obviously one of their own now.
Thus, Meng Chen did not hold back. He said to Ye Cixin, "Aunt Ye, please treat Elder Sword and Elder Bone as well."
Before Ye Cixin could respond, Chen Xin and Gu Rong realized something was wrong. Why was Meng Chen calling them "elders"?
"Wait, this... little brother, what do you mean by 'elder'?"
Gu Rong asked directly.
What did he mean? Of course, he meant to make them submit.
Meng Chen smiled. "There is no need for the two elders to be so polite. Just call me Meng Chen or Young Master Chen. Since Sect Master Ning has already submitted to our Holy Spirit Cult, and the two of you are the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guardian elders, you are naturally elders of the Holy Spirit Cult as well."
What?!
Chen Xin and Gu Rong were utterly stunned.
Making their sect master submit was one thing, but poaching even the two guardian elders—was that