An invisible shock wave exploded where fist met palm, sending the fallen leaves on either side of the street whirling through the sky.
Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples in the distance were driven back step after step by the shock wave.
Yet that withered palm did not budge, as though Ning Chen's punch had struck not a human hand but a towering mountain.
When Ning Rongrong saw the newcomer's face clearly, her nose stung and tears spilled from her eyes. "Grandpa Bone!" she cried in a tearful voice.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
One of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two guardian Titled Douluo, he possessed the Bone Dragon martial soul and was a rank ninety-five Titled Douluo whose strength was unfathomable.
As renowned as Sword Douluo Chen Xin, he had guarded the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect alongside him for decades and was one of Ning Fengzhi's most trusted right-hand men.
Gu Rong did not turn around. He merely angled his face slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Ning Rongrong behind him, her face like pear blossoms drenched in rain.
Only after confirming that she was unharmed did he slowly turn back, his gaze settling on the young man before him.
Two faint lights flickered in his deeply sunken eyes, carrying scrutiny and anger, a bone-piercing chill, and a trace of barely perceptible surprise.
"Boy," Gu Rong began, his voice low and hoarse, like sandpaper scraping across a wooden board, "you're young, but you certainly have plenty of killing intent.
"If that punch had actually landed on Rongrong, I'm afraid I would have had to collect her corpse."
Gu Rong held Ning Chen's fist, his five withered fingers clamped around it like iron pincers, showing no intention of letting go.
A dangerous