Chen Xin Lost an Arm Early, Xue Ye Was Scared Limp (Please Bookmark!)

Fate often worked in such marvelous ways. Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin happened to sit right beside Lu Li.

Lu Li did not think much of it. So be it—they could sit there.

But Dragon One's most instinctive urge to protect his master instantly erupted.

A strange powerhouse had appeared beside his master. Moreover, Dragon One was incapable of much thought by nature, so he immediately assumed that Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin had come directly for his master.

The moment Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi sat down, they felt an immensely powerful spirit pressure descend upon them.

Their bodies immediately bent over, their foreheads drenched in sweat.

Chen Xin was doing somewhat better. After all, he was level ninety-six, so Dragon One's spirit pressure did not leave him quite so disheveled.

Ning Fengzhi was the one suffering. Since Chen Xin had to resist Dragon One's spirit pressure, he had not been able to protect Ning Fengzhi right away.

Ning Fengzhi actually fell to his knees straight from his seat!

Fortunately, there were not many people in the auction hall yet, so no one saw Ning Fengzhi in such an embarrassing state.

Otherwise, tomorrow's headlines might have read:

Shocking! Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, inexplicably fell to his knees at the Heaven Dou Auction House!

Lu Li stared blankly at Ning Fengzhi kneeling beside him and Chen Xin, whose face looked utterly constipated.

Are they trying to scam me!?

"Fengzhi!"

Seeing Ning Fengzhi forced to his knees by that pressure, Chen Xin's face immediately filled with anxiety. In the next instant, a fierce sword aura shot skyward from his body.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black Spirit Rings appeared beneath his feet, while the Seven Kill Sword emerged in Chen Xin's hand.

Lu Li's eyes widened at once.

What the hell is going on!? Why did he summon his Martial Soul!? Being constipated isn't reason enough for this, is it!?

Lu Li swiftly took two steps back. A faint golden glow spread from Little Yellow on his shoulder, which was why the Seven Kill Sword aura around Chen Xin had not harmed Lu Li.

"Master!"

A bold voice exploded in Lu Li's mind as Dragon One's figure abruptly appeared before him.

When Dragon One appeared, a dragon's roar rang out as well. The final two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings around him dyed the auction hall crimson.

"Two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!"

When Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi saw Dragon One's Spirit Ring configuration, their eyes widened enormously.

They had both witnessed their share of grand scenes, but this one was something they had not only never seen before—they had never even imagined it!

"When did Spirit Hall gain such a powerhouse? Even that reclusive Grand Worshipper could not possibly possess two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!"

Ning Fengzhi's breathing became hurried.

He, Ning Fengzhi, had always been suave and dashing. Could today truly be the day of his death?

It was not that Ning Fengzhi lacked confidence. If this Spirit Hall powerhouse had merely been a level ninety-seven worshipper, then with Ning Fengzhi's support, he and Chen Xin might not have been unable to win.

But the problem was—

The other side really was level ninety-seven, but those damn Spirit Rings were wrong!

Who the hell had seven black and two red Spirit Rings!?

The person in charge of the Heaven Dou Auction Hall scrambled toward the entrance on hands and knees. Yet upon seeing the scene inside, his eyes bulged, and then his legs gave out beneath him as he fainted from fright.

"Fengzhi, boost me!"

Chen Xin shouted. He had no intention of waiting helplessly for death. With the Seven Kill Sword in hand and the support of the world's strongest support-type Martial Soul, he might still be able to clash with the man before him.

"Alright!"

Seven-colored light flowed through Ning Fengzhi's hand as an exquisite and ornate little pagoda appeared in his palm.

Lu Li was not blind. He could clearly see that Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi were preparing to attack—and their target was none other than him and Dragon One!

Has Ning Fengzhi gone mad? I didn't provoke him, so why does he want to attack me? Don't tell me it's just because I sat beside him!

Lu Li simply could not understand what Ning Fengzhi's actions meant.

Not understanding was one thing, but since they had already come knocking, there was no reason not to fight back.

"Dragon One, end this quickly!"

Lu Li did not want to drag things out. Having the ability to finish things yet still stalling was the behavior of a complete idiot.

Dragon One nodded. In the next instant, to the shared dumbfoundedness of Lu Li, Chen Xin, and Ning Fengzhi, his eighth crimson Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring lit up.

"Eighth Soul Skill! Dark Sacred Dragon Annihilation!"

Opening with my eighth Soul Skill. Remember the name Dragon One.

"Madman! He's absolutely insane! Does he want to destroy this place!?"

Ning Fengzhi was deeply shaken. He had never seen a Soul Master unleash one of his two strongest Soul Skills at the very start of a fight.

The black scales on the Dark Sacred Dragon behind Dragon One bloomed with an incomparably dark radiance, and its dragon maw slowly opened.

A sphere of black energy gathered within its mouth.

"Fengzhi! Run!"

Chen Xin instinctively seized Ning Fengzhi's hand and prepared to flee at top speed.

It was too powerful. Facing that black giant dragon, his Seven Kill Sword could not summon even the slightest will to resist.

Logically, the suppression of a beast Martial Soul only affected beast Martial Souls and could not possibly affect a Tool Martial Soul. Yet before the Dark Sacred Dragon, Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword felt like nothing more than a branch by the roadside.

That was why Chen Xin's first reaction was to grab Ning Fengzhi's hand and flee as quickly as possible.

His sword had gone limp—how was he supposed to fight now!?

Chen Xin was fast, but no matter how fast he was, he could not outrun Dragon One's eighth Soul Skill.

The orb in the Dark Sacred Dragon's mouth shot out instantly, followed by black Dragon Flame that would reduce the entire auction hall to dust.

"Damn it, we're too late!"

Chen Xin's seventh Spirit Ring immediately shone.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Seven Kill True Body!"

Chen Xin's body vanished at once, leaving behind only an enormous Seven Kill Sword.

Man and sword became one—he had truly turned into a sword man!

With a boom, the instant the orb and Dragon Flame struck the Seven Kill Sword, Ning Fengzhi felt his vision plunge into darkness.

The next moment, Ning Fengzhi's body toppled straight backward.

Ning Fengzhi was a Soul Saint. Even though Chen Xin had spared some attention to protect him, this was a collision between the Soul Skills of two Title Douluo above level ninety-six. Being knocked unconscious by the shockwave was perfectly normal.

Chen Xin's figure appeared where he had been. He picked up Ning Fengzhi and, in nearly the blink of an eye, rushed out of the Heaven Dou Auction House. But upon closer inspection—

Chen Xin's left arm was gone, leaving only blood dripping continuously from the empty space.

Dragon One was about to give chase when Lu Li stopped him.

"No need to chase them."

If a level ninety-six Title Douluo were truly driven to desperation and chose to self-destruct, he would be no different from a nuclear bomb. That was simply how it worked on the Douluo Continent.

Lu Li looked at the Heaven Dou Auction House, where only a lone pillar remained standing, and shook his head.

"Sigh, looks like we can only go back."

When the Heaven Dou soldiers who had rushed over saw Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi flying through the sky, they immediately changed direction.

Those Title Douluo had fought to such a state. If ordinary soldiers like them went over, how would that be any different from throwing away their lives?

They only earned a few Gold Soul Coins a month. There was no need to risk their lives!

Enduring the pain of his severed arm, Chen Xin plunged into Heaven Dou Palace and landed with a boom in an open area of the imperial grounds.

Xue Ye, who had been enjoying himself in the rear palace, nearly went limp from fright upon hearing the explosive sound.

"What's going on!?"

The moment Xue Ye roared those words, a guard hurried to the doorway and shouted, "Your Majesty, Sword Douluo and Sect Master Ning were attacked by an unknown powerhouse. Sect Master Ning has fallen unconscious, and Sword Douluo has lost an arm!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Ye rushed outside before he even had time to put on his shoes.

"Quick! Take me to see them!"