Within the thousand-meter sword scar gouged into the ground, dark-red Asura Baleful Aura lingered for a long time. Its icy killing intent seeped deep underground, condensing into blood-red flowers of the other shore.
The entire territory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had completely become an Asura Hell, a horrifying sight to behold.
On the ground, Ning Fengzhi held Ning Rongrong in his arms, his entire body frozen in a daze.
"Uncle Sword, and the sect too! No—!!!"
A heart-wrenching roar burst from Ning Fengzhi's mouth. His voice was filled with collapse and regret, and his hair turned white in an instant, as though he had aged ten years overnight.
After killing Chen Xin, Su Qi drew the three Soul Bones floating in midair into his palm.
These three Soul Bones had dropped from Chen Xin.
Fortunately, they had been wrapped in Asura Protection, allowing them to remain intact. Otherwise, they would have long since turned to ash alongside Chen Xin beneath the Asura Blood Sword's strike.
After storing the three Soul Bones in the Ruyi Treasure Pouch, Su Qi flashed forward and arrived before Ning Fengzhi with the Asura Demon Sword in hand.
Having personally witnessed the two Sword and Bone Douluo die one after another and the sect's destruction, Ning Fengzhi had fallen completely into fear and despair.
Holding Ning Rongrong, he staggered backward in panic, having lost all the bearing of the master of the continent's second-ranked sect.
"Y-You, don't come any closer!"
Ning Fengzhi shouted in a trembling voice. After blanking out for a moment, he noticed that Su Qi kept pressing closer step by step without immediately killing him, and he could not help recalling how this man had brought Dugu Bo into Spirit Hall.
It was as though he had seen hope. Ning