Even Qian Daoliu of Spirit Hall could not achieve something like this. Could this old monster actually be stronger than Qian Daoliu?
At that thought, Bone Douluo suddenly felt that he and Sword Douluo had already stumbled into a heap of dumb luck by making it back alive.
However, Ning Fengzhi's expression was somewhat different from Bone Douluo's. Though he was also shocked and rattled, a trace of realization seemed to lurk within his horror, as though he had heard of something like this somewhere before.
Ning Fengzhi knitted his brows tightly and asked in a grave voice, "Uncle Jian, are you certain the effects of your Seven Kill Domain were rewritten? Rather than erased or purified?"
Sword Douluo put aside his nonchalant attitude and replied solemnly, "One hundred percent certain. It's my own domain. If it were suppressed, erased, or neutralized through purification, there's no way I wouldn't feel it."
"But the moment I released my Seven Kill Domain, it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea. There wasn't the slightest response."
"And at first, I thought I was imagining things, but I tried several more times afterward. The result was still the same."
"I'm certain my Seven Kill Domain was changed into a domain with no effect."
Yet Sword Douluo did not notice that the more detail he gave, the uglier Ning Fengzhi's expression became. By the end, his body was trembling slightly, and cold sweat kept beading on his forehead.
"Fengzhi, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Bone Douluo was the first to notice something amiss with Ning Fengzhi. At the same time, Sword Douluo, who had just finished speaking, also turned to look at him.
Ning Fengzhi took several deep breaths, forcing down the turbulent emotions surging within him, before saying, "I think I