The Fall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Liu Erlong looked at Chen Xin in the middle of the street.

"Chen Xin knew he had no chance of winning, yet he still chose to draw his sword for Ning Rongrong."

"At least he was far better than Yu Xiaogang."

Qian Daoliu looked toward the top floor of the Hotel.

Ning Rongrong had already slumped to the floor behind the barrier.

She was still staring at Chen Xin's body.

"Open the barrier."

The divine light covering the top-floor room parted to either side.

The door opened with it.

But Ning Rongrong did not leave the room.

She braced herself against the wall and stood up.

She had barely taken a step before she fell again.

Ning Rongrong propped herself up with both hands and crawled toward the door, inch by inch.

Her long white dress dragged across the floor.

Her knees were scraped bloody.

Ning Rongrong did not stop.

She crawled down the corridor.

Down the stairs.

Finally, she emerged through the Hotel's entrance onto the street.

Qian Daoliu did not stop her.

Ning Rongrong reached Chen Xin's side.

She stretched out her arms and embraced his body, which had already lost its warmth.

"Sword Grandpa."

"Let's go home."

"Dad is still waiting for you."

"Grandpa Gu is waiting for you too."

Chen Xin's eyes were closed.

His chest did not rise or fall.

Ning Rongrong raised her sleeve and wiped the blood from his face.

She wiped it again and again.

But Chen Xin would never open his eyes again.

Ning Rongrong tightened her arms around the corpse.

"I shouldn't have asked you to save me."

"I really wasn't worth it."

"I got you killed."

Qian Daoliu stood at the Hotel's entrance.

He did not interrupt Ning Rongrong.

Sword Douluo had already paid with his life for attacking him a second time.

From the moment Chen Xin turned around, the outcome had been decided.

Ning Rongrong raised her tear-streaked face.

She looked at Qian Daoliu.

"Why are you so strong?"

"Sword Grandpa has already used his strongest soul skill."

"Why couldn't he even stop a single finger of yours?"

Qian Daoliu looked at her.

"Because I am level 100."

"Between a Titled Douluo and a god lies a gap that cannot be crossed."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head to look at Chen Xin.

She finally understood.

From the moment Sword Grandpa arrived here, he had never had a chance.

A level ninety-six Titled Douluo.

The continent's foremost offensive Douluo.

Before Qian Daoliu, he had still been too weak to protect her.

The last trace of hope in Ning Rongrong's eyes vanished completely.

She sat on the shattered street, holding Chen Xin.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can't stop you either, can it?"

Qian Daoliu did not conceal the truth.

"It can't."

Ning Rongrong closed her eyes.

Her tears fell again.

She could no longer imagine.

What her father and Grandpa Gu would face when Qian Daoliu went to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect himself.

Sword Douluo was already dead.

Of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's strongest fighting forces, only Bone Douluo Gu Rong remained.

But Gu Rong could not withstand a single finger from Qian Daoliu either.

Ning Rongrong held Chen Xin.

For the first time, she realized.

The status she had taken such pride in could not protect anyone before a true God Level powerhouse.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The sect's main hall.

Ning Fengzhi stood by the window.

Outside, the sky was gloomy.

In the distance, a messenger pigeon struck the window lattice open and tumbled onto the desk.

A bloodstained message tube was tied to its leg.

Ning Fengzhi reached out and removed it.

When he opened the message tube, there was only a thin sheet of paper inside.

A few lines were written on it.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, killed in battle in Heaven Dou City.

Seven Kill Sword shattered.

All soul power lost.

After Ning Fengzhi finished reading, he stood frozen in place.

The paper slowly slipped from his hand.

"Uncle Jian..."

He spoke the words quietly.

Inside the hall, Gu Rong was sitting to one side, regulating his breathing.

Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, he opened his eyes.

"Fengzhi, what happened?"

Ning Fengzhi did not answer.

Gu Rong walked over to the desk and bent down to pick up the thin sheet of paper.

His gaze fell on the last line.

The room fell silent.

"Chen Xin is dead?"

Gu Rong raised his head.

Ning Fengzhi looked out the window without speaking.

"Didn't he go to bring Rongrong back?"

Gu Rong asked again.

"Qian Daoliu took action himself."

Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes.

"Uncle Jian burned his life essence to save Rongrong."

"Even his final strike failed to injure Qian Daoliu."

Gu Rong's fingers tightened.

The thin paper crumbled to shreds in his palm.

"What about Rongrong?"

"She's still at the Hotel in Heaven Dou City."

Ning Fengzhi turned around.

His face had already drained of color.

"Qian Daoliu didn't kill her."

"He wanted Rongrong to watch Uncle Jian die right before her eyes."

Gu Rong said nothing more.

He remembered how Chen Xin had looked when he left the sect.

White robes, a sword on his back.

His expression calm.

Before leaving, Chen Xin had said only one thing.

"I'll bring Rongrong back."

But now, Chen Xin was dead.

The Seven Kill Sword was gone too.

Ning Fengzhi reached out to brace himself against the desk.

A sharp pain shot through his chest.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda manifested from within him on its own.

His martial soul was affected, its light rapidly dimming.

"Uncle Jian is dead."

"Rongrong is still in Qian Daoliu's hands."

"Gu Rong, what can we do now?"

Gu Rong looked outside the hall.

Sect disciples came and went.

They did not yet know the news.

Nor did they know that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's greatest pillar of support had already died in Heaven Dou City.

"Suppress the news first."

Gu Rong said:

"We can't let the disciples know that Uncle Jian has fallen."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head.

"We can't suppress it."

"Qian Daoliu will be here soon."

"He won't give us time to prepare."

His words had barely fallen.

A thunderous crash rang out above the sect.

Boom!

The Sect-Protecting Grand Formation lit up on its own.

Above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a seven-colored curtain of light rose into the sky.

A beam of golden divine light descended from the clouds.

The curtain of light held for only a moment before vast cracks appeared across it.

Soul masters throughout the sect looked up.

"Someone is attacking the Sect-Protecting Grand Formation!"

"Quick, inform the sect master!"

"Is it someone from Spirit Hall?"

The seven-colored curtain of light continued to tremble.

The next moment.

Golden light pierced down from above.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect-Protecting Grand Formation shattered with a thunderous crash.

Seven-colored motes of light filled the sky and fell toward the mountain forests.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong walked out of the main hall.

Above the mountain gate.

Qian Daoliu stood high in the sky.

Qian Renxue held his arm.

Liu Erlong stood on his other side.

There were no masses of Soul Masters behind the three of them.

A single figure alone held the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect under his might.

Ning Fengzhi looked up.

"Qian Daoliu."

"You killed Uncle Jian. What more do you want here at my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Qian Daoliu descended from the sky.

Not a speck of dust touched his Golden Robe.

"Chen Xin attacked me twice."

"The first time, I spared his life."

"The second time, he chose to burn away everything."

"That was his own choice."

Ning Fengzhi pressed his palm against his chest.

"Where is Rongrong?"

"She's still alive."

"Hand her over."

Qian Daoliu looked at Ning Fengzhi.

"You have no right to negotiate with me now."

Gu Rong stepped forward.

Black Soul Power spread from his body.

Eight Soul Rings appeared in succession.

His Bone Dragon Martial Soul manifested behind him.

"Qian Daoliu, Sword Chen Xin is already dead."

"Must you leave us no way out?"

Qian Daoliu raised his right hand.

A beam of golden divine light descended.

The bone dragon behind Gu Rong immediately bowed low.

All eight Soul Rings lost their luster at once.

Gu Rong's knees slammed down before the mountain gate.

The stone slabs cracked.

He gritted his teeth and forced his head up.

"Spare Fengzhi."

"I submit on behalf of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Fengzhi spun around.

"Gu Rong!"

"Fengzhi."

Gu Rong looked at him.

"Sword Chen Xin is gone."

"I can't watch you die here too."

Pain surfaced in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had two sect-guarding Douluo.

One had already died in battle.

The other was kneeling before the enemy.

Qian Daoliu did not look at Gu Rong.

His gaze rested on Ning Fengzhi.

"The deadline for your refusal to submit has passed."

"I did not come here today to hear your explanations."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must pay a price."

Ning Fengzhi raised the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Nine Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black.

His Soul Power had only just begun circulating when Qian Daoliu appeared before him.

A palm settled on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The Soul Power within Ning Fengzhi instantly stopped flowing.

Cracks appeared across the surface of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"Your Martial Soul is suited only to supporting others."

Qian Daoliu said:

"Without Chen Xin and Gu Rong, you don't even have the right to stand before me."

Ning Fengzhi looked up at him.

"I can surrender all the sect's resources."

"Soul Bones, secret manuals, wealth-I'll hand it all over to Spirit Hall."

"I ask only that you spare the sect's disciples."

Qian Daoliu did not respond.

He raised two fingers and pressed them against the center of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Bang!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shattered with a crash.

Ning Fengzhi's body jolted.

Blood poured from his mouth.

All nine of his Soul Rings shattered at once.

His Soul Power plummeted from rank eighty.

Rank seventy-nine.

Rank seventy.

Rank sixty.

Only when his Soul Power had vanished completely did Ning Fengzhi collapse to his knees.

"Sect Master!"

"Dad!"

Disciples' cries came from the distance.

Many gripped their weapons, wanting to charge up to the mountain gate.

Liu Erlong raised her hand.

Crimson flames rose behind her.

Overwhelming Soul Power swept across them.

Every disciple stopped in place.

They looked at Ning Fengzhi kneeling before Qian Daoliu, then at Gu Rong, who had lost his Martial Soul.

No one dared step forward again.

Ning Fengzhi braced himself against the ground.

"Qian Daoliu."

"I've already lost my Martial Soul."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is also willing to submit."

"What more do you want?"

Qian Daoliu said:

"I want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to disappear from the continent."

Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted.

"You promised the three great sects that they could preserve their sects as long as they submitted."

"Those were the terms for those willing to submit."

Qian Daoliu looked at Gu Rong.

"Gu Rong is willing to submit."

"But he cannot represent the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Gu Rong looked up at Ning Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi, agree to it."

"As long as we survive, there will still be a chance."

Ning Fengzhi lowered his head.

He looked at his shattered Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.

Then he looked at the sect's disciples across the mountain.

These were all people the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had nurtured for years.

The sect had existed for centuries.

Yet today, it would be destroyed in his hands.

"I..."

Ning Fengzhi had only just spoken.

A streak of Golden Sword Light had already pierced his chest.

Blood fell onto the stone steps at the mountain gate.

Ning Fengzhi's body slowly toppled.

He looked at the sky overhead.

The last image that surfaced in his mind was Ning Rongrong as a little girl.

She stood before him, holding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"Dad, I'll definitely become the strongest support Soul Master on the continent someday."

Ning Fengzhi raised his hand, trying to grasp that memory.

But his arm fell limply.

Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, died on the spot.

"Fengzhi!"

Gu Rong's eyes widened.

The Bone Dragon Martial Soul burst out of his body once more.

Even after his Martial Soul had shattered, he still forcibly summoned the last of his strength.

"Qian Daoliu, I'll fight you to the death!"

Gu Rong charged forward.

Qian Daoliu raised a single finger.

Golden divine light pierced the bone dragon between the brows.

The bone dragon froze in midair.

A crack spread from its skull down its body.

Bang!

The enormous bone dragon exploded into fragments that filled the sky.

Gu Rong's body fell with it.

He landed beside Ning Fengzhi.

His final gaze rested on Ning Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi..."

Gu Rong reached out.

Before his fingertips could touch Ning Fengzhi's sleeve, his life force had already dissipated.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong died in battle at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Before the main hall.

All the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's disciples knelt on the ground.

The Sect Master was dead.

Of the two sect-guarding Douluo, one had died and one had surrendered.

The Sect-Protecting Grand Formation had shattered.

The sect's legacy, too, had been utterly severed by a single stroke of Qian Daoliu's sword.

Qian Daoliu raised his palm.

Golden divine light enveloped the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Buildings collapsed one after another.

The library, the Soul Tool vault, and the sect's main hall were all reduced to ruins.

Countless precious books and valuables were swept up by golden light and stored in Spirit Hall's Soul Tools.

Liu Erlong led the Spirit Hall Soul Masters in taking inventory of the sect's resources.

Qian Renxue stood beside her grandfather.

She looked at the two bodies before the sect gates.

"Grandpa."

"Once Ning Rongrong finds out, she'll fall into utter despair."

"These are the consequences she must bear."

Qian Renxue said nothing more.

She watched the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect gradually collapse.

The status Ning Rongrong had once been proudest of, the family she had relied on most, the elders she had respected most.

Today, she had lost them all.

Heaven Dou City.

Hotel South of the City.

Ning Rongrong was still holding Chen Xin's body.

A Spirit Hall Soul Master approached her.

"Ning Rongrong."

"Your father, Ning Fengzhi, died at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Bone Douluo Gu Rong has also fallen in battle."

Ning Rongrong went still.

She lowered her head and looked at Chen Xin in her arms.

"Dad..."

"Grandpa Bone..."

She let go.

Chen Xin's body fell to the ground.

Ning Rongrong knelt between the two bodies.

She no longer cried.

The tears on her face had already dried.

But the light had gone out of her eyes.

"It was all my fault."

"Sword Grandpa died to save me."

"Dad and Grandpa Bone died because of me, too."

Qian Daoliu stood before her.

Ning Rongrong raised her head.

"Are you satisfied?"

"You've already destroyed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Everyone around me is dead, too."

"What else do you want to do?"

Qian Daoliu said:

"You still haven't truly understood."

"None of this happened because of me."

"It happened because, the very first time you seized something, you believed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could bear the consequences for you."

"Because even after you slandered someone, you still believed that as long as Sword Douluo intervened, everything could be resolved."

"You turned your own willfulness into their deaths."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head.

She hugged her knees.

"I know I was wrong."

"But I no longer have a chance to change."

Qian Daoliu did not comfort her.

Nor did he have anyone take away Chen Xin's and Ning Fengzhi's bodies.

He turned and walked out.

Qian Renxue followed at his side.

Liu Erlong took one last look at Ning Rongrong.

"Your father and both your elders tried to bear the consequences for you."

"But they couldn't bear that weight."

Ning Rongrong did not answer.

She knelt on the street strewn with rubble.

Heaven Dou City's autumn wind blew from the far end of the long street.

Chen Xin's white hair lay spread across the ground.

The message tube Ning Fengzhi had sent still lay beside her.

The few lines on the paper had already been soaked through with tears.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been destroyed.

Ning Rongrong hugged Chen Xin's cold body.

She had finally lost everyone she could turn back to, and with them, the right to keep acting willfully.