The Long Night Alliance Is Actually Affiliated with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
Huo Wu's Soul Power had not yet returned, and her feet felt unsteady.
The audience was still caught up in the cheers and had no time to react.
"Huo Wu!"
"Careful!"
Huo Wushuang sprang up from his seat, his Soul Power surging, but he couldn't even reach the arena!
The sword energy was so fast that even the Soul King didn't have time to react!
At the critical moment--
Smack
Ye Hua snapped his fingers.
Crisp, casual, nonchalant
An ice wall appeared out of thin air in front of Huo Wu.
It is completely translucent, with a cold gleam flowing through it, and its surface is covered with fine frost flowers.
It looked as if it were Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, sliced directly from the deepest part of the Far North.
The moment the sword energy struck the ice wall, the world fell silent for a moment.
Chirp chirp chirp!
The sword energy at the peak of Soul Douluo was like a blunt knife trying to cut a rock, shattering it inch by inch.
The ice wall remained completely still, without even a scratch.
This is the Ultimate Ice!
The icy wall's chill seeped in, reversing the flow of the sword energy, and in the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped the Azure Nether Sword.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
Layer upon layer, airtight.
Struggling wildly within the Azure Nether Sword!
But it was all in vain!
It was frozen solid into an ice block!
Huo Wu was stunned, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sister!" Huo Wushuang jumped onto the arena and hugged Huo Wu.
"Brother, I'm fine." Huo Wu saw that Huo Wushuang covered in sweat and kindly wiped it away for him.
Ye Hua put down his teacup and looked at Feng Chang on the platform.
All eyes in the room turned to Feng Chang.
That silent gaze was more weighty than any angry outburst.
Feng Chang's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips moved, but he couldn't speak for a moment.
Prince Xue Xing slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his face turning ashen.
Elder Feng! What do you mean by this?
"Sparring is supposed to stop when it's over. Your disciple couldn't win, so you resorted to using the sect's most treasured weapon to launch a sneak attack?"
"Is this still called friendly sparring? This is murder!"
Feng Chang questioned on the spot, and his cheeks felt burning hot.
He didn't know why the Azure Nether Sword had gone out of control!
Could it be...?
He swallowed hard and forced himself to stand up.
"Your Highness, please calm down. This is purely a misunderstanding..."
"The Azure Nether Sword was forged with the blood and sweat of successive sect leaders of my Wind Sword Sect, imbued with sword energy, and even the soul of the deceased sect leaders."
"When Liu Zheng was defeated just now, the Azure Nether Sword sensed it and its spiritual power was activated. It was definitely not at my command!"
Dugu Bo scoffed, interrupting his sophistry.
"Elder Feng, what you're saying is quite unreasonable."
"It's true that the Azure Nether Sword is sentient, but you knew it was sentient, yet you still handed it over to your disciple and had him take it to the arena?"
"That sword energy just now was the real power of Soul Douluo. Huo Wu just broke through to Soul Emperor, could she withstand it?"
Feng Chang was speechless, his face alternating between pale and flushed.
Hu Qian and Tuo Ba Chuo, who were standing next to him, also kept their heads down and acted like quails, neither of them willing to be the first to step forward.
Feng Chang gritted his teeth and quickly went up on stage, intending to grab the Azure Nether Sword and then retreat.
After much difficulty, overcoming the freezing cold, he finally managed to pick up the Green Azure Nether Sword, which had been frozen solid.
Click!
The ice layer cracked open!
With a deafening roar, the Ultimate Ice exploded from within!
Ice shards flew everywhere, and a chilling mist billowed out!
Clearly, the Azure Nether Sword was restless, forcefully shattering the surrounding ice!
The sword light condensed but did not disperse, and then coalesced into a human shape.
He was about seven feet tall, with a white beard that reached his chest, sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples, and eyes as sharp as knives.
Although it was an illusory figure, it carried the imposing Grandmaster Bearing.
Feng Chang the figure solidify, Feng's knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
"Welcome, Former Sect Master!!!"
The voice resounded throughout the venue, filled with profound reverence.
The group looked at each other, none of them having seen that face before.
"Dad?" Ning Rongrong asked in confusion, "Was that person really the former sect master of the Wind Sword Sect?"
"No mistake," Ning Fengzhi said, "Even your grandfather Jian didn't object."
Chen Xin nodded. "That is indeed Wind Sword Sect, the former sect leader of the Feng Zhengyang Sword Sect."
"When I was still Soul Ancestor, he was already the Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect!"
"After becoming Titled Douluo, I even went to challenge them!"
Feng Zhengyang's white robes fluttered in the wind, his sword intent chilling.
He looked at Feng Chang kneeling on the ground, his brows furrowing.
"Feng Chang, the dignified Grand Elder of the Wind Sword Sect, what are you doing kneeling on the ground?"
"Stand up!"
The Feng Chang shivered, "Old Sect Master, this disciple is incompetent and has brought shame upon the sect!"
Feng Zhengyang snorted coldly, looking at Huo Wu with a chilling murderous aura.
He had just awakened, and his senses were limited, so he couldn't sense the aura of Soul Master.
The layout of the venue seemed ordinary, just a typical academic exchange.
"Shameful?"
"It's truly shameful for my Wind Sword Sect disciples to be beaten so badly by that little brat!"
Feng Chang was drenched in cold sweat and kowtowed repeatedly.
Feng Zhengyang was barely satisfied with his attitude of admitting his mistake and let out a cold laugh.
"Girl, your methods just now were indeed quite impressive."
"But you won by stepping on the face of the Wind Sword Sect disciples, so you have to give an explanation."
"I won't make things difficult for you. Just kowtow three times to the Wind Sword Sect in public, and this matter will be settled!"
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
Make Huo Wu kowtow?
Isn't this a slap in the face to the Long Night Alliance?
Is this old man out of his mind?
etc...
It seems that Liu Zheng launched the sneak attack first!
The Wind Sword Sect is shameless!
Feng Chang's lips twitched, and he quickly gave the old sect leader a meaningful look.
My dear ancestors, please say less!
He had already seen that Dugu Bo and Chen Xin had dark expressions!
But Feng Zhengyang ignored him, asking, "Is it impossible?"
"Hehe, alright, I'll help you!"
Clang--
The Azure Nether Sword's sword energy surged!
Huo Wu's face turned ashen, and she was about to retort.
"Feng Zhengyang, are you senile?"
A cold voice rang out from the podium.
The Seven Kill Sword gathers its power, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
A fierce sword intent surged forth, omnipresent.
Feng Zhengyang's body stiffened, and he turned his head with a pause.
The moment I saw Chen Xin's face clearly, his illusory image vanished!
"Chen Xin?!"
"How did you get here!"
Back then, Chen Xin was forty years old, and he was seventy. He got beaten to a pulp!
This guy is now seventy years old; heaven knows how monstrous his strength is!
"Something's not right," Feng Zhengyang wondered. "Why is he backing up this girl?"
"Could it be...?!"
"I'm so sorry, Sword Douluo," Feng Zhengyang quickly apologized, "I didn't know she was a disciple of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"I will have a junior member personally visit with gifts to apologize for today's offense!"
Pfft!
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Is this your sect's Holy Maiden?" Far from being angry, Feng Zhengyang's face lit up with flattery. "I wonder what she might like? I'll bring it with me when I apologize!"
Ning Rongrong tilted her head, "I don't know!"
"But I know Ye Hua likes your head!"
Feng Zhengyang gasped in shock!
No, shouldn't you saintesses be gentle and refined?
Why are you demanding someone's head right off the bat!
"Feng Zhengyang," Chen Xin said, both amused and exasperated, "Ning Rongrong is the direct daughter of my sect's leader, but Huo Wu is definitely not a disciple of my sect!"
"She should be considered part of the Long Night Alliance!"
"Huh?" Feng Zhengyang was stunned, his expression changing in a fascinating way.
"The Long Night Alliance..."
"Never heard of it."
"But shouldn't it be an affiliated sect of yours?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I apologize to Miss Huo Wu!"
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.