Except for Demon Bear Douluo, who had suffered the worst injuries, the other five surrounded Chen Xin again. He had already lost an arm.
Bang!
Just then, a treasured sword somewhat similar to Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword plunged into the ground, carrying a powerful sword intent.
At the sight of the sword that had suddenly appeared, the Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall quickly went on guard.
"Leave. I have no wish to start slaughtering today!"
Dressed in black, Zhao Su slowly walked into the great hall, with Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong following behind him.
"You cannot leave! None of you will leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect today!"
Seeing Chen Xin struggling to hold on with one arm severed, Gu Rong roared in fury and charged forward.
Porcupinefish Douluo and the others had no choice but to fight back. They also understood that they could no longer complete their mission today.
With no desire to keep fighting, they began retreating as they fought.
Although they were weaker than Gu Rong, they were still Titled Douluo. With their minds set on escape, keeping them here would be difficult.
"Uncle Gu, let it go. Do not pursue them, lest you fall into their ambush!"
Ning Fengzhi called out to stop Gu Rong from giving chase.
As he spoke, he had already reached Chen Xin's side. He manifested his martial soul, and a ray of light enveloped Chen Xin.
The bleeding wound where his arm had been severed rapidly healed.
A little color gradually returned to his deathly pale face.
It had to be said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reputation for having the finest support-type Soul Masters was no exaggeration.
"Uncle Jian, how are you?"
"I won't die!"
Chen Xin took a deep breath, suppressed his internal