Salas Humiliates Ning Fengzhi

Chen Xin might have had the body of a Titled Douluo, but without soul power protecting him, the fall still left his bones and tendons shattered and his organs displaced. It did not, however, truly kill him.

He vomited blood as he struggled to his feet and looked up at the Seven Kill Sword high in the sky, his face twisted with disbelief.

"Seven Kill Sword! Why did you leave me?"

Chen Xin was nearly dumbstruck.

He was a Titled Douluo, a level 96 Super Douluo, the wielder of the Seven Kill Sword martial soul, known as the Titled Douluo with the greatest attack power on the continent.

Qiangu Aoshi being able to strip Ning Rongrong of her martial soul had already been shocking enough. How could he possibly strip away Sword Douluo's martial soul as well?

At that moment, Qiangu Aoshi flew into the air and began collecting the martial soul and soul power Sword Douluo had dropped.

Sword Douluo's eyes nearly split with rage.

"Let go of it, bastard!"

"That's my Seven Kill Sword! I won't let you touch it!"

Qiangu Aoshi realized that he really did have a knack for being a cuckolder. Martial souls that others regarded as their very lives could be snatched away by him so easily.

He lowered his head and looked at Sword Douluo, whose white robes were covered in blood and dust, a thoroughly malicious smile curling across his lips.

"I touched it. What are you going to do about it?"

Qiangu Aoshi put away the Seven Kill Sword, then summoned it back into his hand and swung it wildly through the air. There was not the slightest sound of wind being cut; it was as though even the air itself had been effortlessly cleaved apart by the Seven Kill Sword.

He shook his head in admiration.

"What a sword. What a sword. Truly an excellent sword!"

"Sword Douluo, your Seven Kill Sword really is an excellent sword. I'll make good use of it from now on."

Sword Douluo's features twisted into a knot. He had never been so thoroughly broken in his entire life. His mentality completely collapsed.

"You beast! Give the Seven Kill Sword back to me!"

As Qiangu Aoshi casually waved and slashed the Seven Kill Sword, he began absorbing the clusters of soul power Sword Douluo had dropped.

He clicked his tongue from time to time. The sight made Sword Douluo burn with fury, and with a splurt, blood erupted from his mouth like a fountain. His body toppled straight backward.

Snake Spear and Porcupinefish came to Qiangu Aoshi's side.

Their gazes toward Qiangu Aoshi were filled with both reverence and fear. A martial soul was the most important thing to a soul master, and facing someone who could strip martial souls away at any time, they were deeply terrified as well.

Snake Spear cast Sword Douluo a vicious glance.

"Holy Son, Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi have already been stripped of their martial souls. Why don't we take this chance to kill them all?"

"They are all enemies of Spirit Hall. Without them, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will have only Bone Douluo left. He alone won't be able to hold it up."

Qiangu Aoshi absorbed all the clusters of soul power, and his meridians and dantian now felt so swollen that they were unbearably uncomfortable.

He waved his hand.

"Ah, Spirit Hall is a righteous and prestigious sect, the sacred land in the hearts of soul masters across the continent. How could we casually slaughter innocents? Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi have already received the punishment they deserved. How can we take their lives as well?"

Snake Spear and Porcupinefish exchanged looks, then spoke in unison.

"Holy Son is noble and virtuous!"

As they said this, the corners of their mouths twitched.

Stealing someone's martial soul without killing them was the cruelest thing of all, wasn't it?

Every day and night from now on, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo would likely be filled with regret and hatred.

Snake Spear and Porcupinefish made up their minds that, even if they died, they could never provoke Qiangu Aoshi in the future. He truly could make life worse than death.

They returned to the Spirit Hall Temple.

Salas was nearly delirious with joy. Remembering the humiliation Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo had inflicted upon him earlier, he led his men over to Ning Fengzhi.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, isn't this Sect Master Ning? How did you end up looking so miserable?"

"Someone, help Sect Master Ning up already!"

"This is the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the number one auxiliary soul master in the world!"

"How can we let Sect Master Ning lie on the ground like a dog?"

Several black-robed bishops at his side giggled as they stepped forward to "help" Ning Fengzhi up.

Rather than helping him, they simply grabbed him and held him up between them.

Ning Fengzhi's robes were stained with blood. Even the slightest movement now made him feel as though his body were being torn apart.

His teeth ground together, while intense regret and hatred gnawed endlessly at his heart like venomous insects.

He should never have come today!

And now, not only had he lost the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, he had also lost a Seven Kill Sword.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo had become cripples, nearly breaking the backbone of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If not for the Bone Douluo still within the sect—

the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could now seal off its mountain and live in seclusion, just like the Clear Sky Sect.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes reddened as he looked at Salas's smug, superior expression. The overwhelming humiliation made him unwilling to be looked down upon, and he forcefully straightened his back.

"Salas, don't you—"

Slap!

A crisp slap rang out.

Ning Fengzhi's face was struck sideways. A clear five-fingered handprint appeared on his cheek, swollen up like a kiwi.

Salas withdrew the hand he had used to slap him, looking at Ning Fengzhi sideways as he spoke in a cold, lofty voice.

"Ning Fengzhi, don't refuse a favor when it's offered. I call you Sect Master Ning, so you ought to call me Lord Bishop."

"You dare call me by name? Do you really still think you're the former number one auxiliary soul master in the world? You're nothing but a cripple now. Whether you can even keep your position as sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect remains unknown. What right do you have to keep acting so arrogantly in front of me?"

Disbelief lingered in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

He quickly came to his senses, and Tang Syndrome instantly flared up. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he panted like a bull.

He hated it. Salas actually dared to humiliate him like this!

His expression became savage and vicious as he roared furiously in his heart.

I'll destroy the Spirit Hall Temple in Heaven Dou City at any cost!

Slap! Slap!

"You still dare glare at me? Go on, keep glaring at me!"

Salas was displeased with Ning Fengzhi's stare. He slapped him left and right, one slap after another across Ning Fengzhi's face.

Ning Fengzhi was beaten senseless. Never before had he suffered such enormous humiliation. His face swelled up like a monkey's butt, and with two cracking sounds, several of his teeth were knocked out.

Now, Ning Fengzhi's speech leaked air.

"Salas, I wan' you dead..."

Ning Fengzhi shouted wildly, blinded by rage.

Salas sneered and delivered two more resounding slaps across Ning Fengzhi's face.

Finally satisfied, Salas wiped the blood from his palm.

"Throw Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo as far away as possible. Don't let them remain in the Spirit Hall Temple and offend Lord Holy Son's eyes."

The people beside him answered and grabbed Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, preparing to throw them outside the city.

A fanatical gleam flashed through Salas's eyes as he turned to look in Qiangu Aoshi's direction.

From this day onward, he would swear loyalty to Holy Son Qiangu Aoshi unto death.