In the arena.
Under Sword Douluo's imposing presence, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the others turned pale as well. Their complexions were scarcely any better than Ning Rongrong's.
Sword Douluo's words had stung them too. The sense of superiority Flender had instilled in them vanished in an instant.
Indeed, if they could not even become Titled Douluos, there hardly seemed to be anything to feel superior about.
After all, Soul Masters with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul reached their pinnacle as Soul Saints, yet their exalted status was already no lower than that of Titled Douluos.
I can feel killing intent coming from this old man...
Tang San's heart nearly leaped into his throat.
He sensed a faint, elusive murderous intent emanating from Sword Douluo and circling around him.
Beneath that murderous intent, he was like a tiny skiff on the open sea, liable to capsize at any moment...
All he could do was secretly gather his strength. If Sword Douluo suddenly attacked, he would first unleash Blue Silver Entanglement to hold him back for a moment, then launch a surprise attack with hidden weapons to fight for a sliver of survival...
"Sword Grandpa!"
At that moment, Ning Rongrong could no longer hold back. She threw herself into Sword Douluo's arms and burst into sobs.
All the grievances filling her heart erupted at once.
Her crying also broke the silence in the arena, sharply easing the pressure on everyone.
"Don't cry, Rongrong. Sword Grandpa came this time to take you away."
His heart aching for her, Sword Douluo gently patted the girl's back and spoke softly.
He had arrived long ago.
He had also witnessed how everyone at Shrek had targeted Ning Rongrong.
She had seen the warmth and coldness of people's hearts, so