Smack!
Qian Daoliu raised his hand and delivered a slap.
The crisp slap landed on Ning Rongrong's face.
Its tremendous force whipped her head to one side, sending her silky long hair flying loose.
A vivid red handprint soon appeared on her fair, delicate cheek.
Ning Rongrong clutched her face and staggered back in pain.
Ever since she was little, Ning Fengzhi had never had the heart to punish her.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had doted on her even more.
Never mind hitting her.
Few people even dared speak a harsh word to her.
Yet today, an outsider of unknown identity had actually slapped her.
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.
"You dare hit me?"
"I'm the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master!"
"How dare you hit me!"
Qian Daoliu's expression remained indifferent.
"So what?"
"You throw your weight around."
"You twist right and wrong."
"And you even tried to use a woman's chastity to slander someone."
"Someone like you deserves to be slapped."
Ning Rongrong lowered the hand covering her cheek.
"You..."
Smack!
Another slap landed.
A handprint appeared on Ning Rongrong's other cheek as well.
She stumbled, her waist striking the edge of the table behind her.
The teacup on the table tipped over.
Clear water dripped steadily from the corner of the table.
The pain burning in both cheeks soon filled Ning Rongrong's eyes with tears.
She had never suffered such humiliation.
Ning Rongrong wanted to charge forward and fight back.
But she had barely taken a step when her eyes met Qian Daoliu's.
A terrifying pressure descended.
Ning Rongrong's body sank.
The Soul Power within her was suppressed, leaving her unable to muster even a trace.
Her feet stopped where they were, and even raising her arms became extremely difficult.
Zhu Zhuqing immediately stepped forward.
"Senior."
"Rongrong was indeed in the wrong."
"But she's young, and her family has spoiled her."
"Please stop."
Qian Daoliu glanced sideways at her.
With just that one look, the air throughout the private room grew several times heavier.
Zhu Zhuqing stopped in her tracks.
She felt as though a mountain were pressing down on her shoulders.
Her legs, her back, and even the Soul Power within her were all suppressed by that force.
She wanted to keep moving forward.
But no matter how she circulated her Soul Power, she could not move so much as half a step.
Zhu Zhuqing was inwardly shocked.
It was not as though she had never seen powerful people.
The Star Luo Imperial Family had many high-ranking Soul Masters.
After arriving in Heaven Dou City, she had also encountered some formidable figures.
But not one of them had exerted pressure comparable to Qian Daoliu's.
He had not released his Martial Soul at all.
He had not even revealed his Soul Rings.
A single glance had left her completely unable to resist.
Who on earth was he?
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Qian Renxue.
The golden-haired woman before her was not much older than she was, yet already possessed Soul Power far surpassing her own.
Qian Renxue called the white-haired man Grandpa.
Someone capable of raising such a junior could not possibly be a nobody.
Ning Rongrong likewise realized something was amiss.
Though arrogant and spoiled, she was not stupid.
He could silently seal off the entire private room and restrain Zhu Zhuqing through pressure alone.
Qian Daoliu's strength clearly far exceeded her expectations.
But the pain in her cheeks, together with the pride she had cultivated over the years, still kept her from bowing her head.
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth.
"So what if you're powerful?"
"If anything happens to me, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will never let you off!"
"My father is Ning Fengzhi."
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has wealth to rival a nation and countless powerful experts."
At this point, Ning Rongrong regained some confidence.
"Besides, I have Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone."
"They're both Titled Douluo!"
"If you dare hit me, they'll definitely avenge me!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
Both were Titled Douluo whose names resounded across the continent.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's secure position among the Upper Three Sects was inseparable from their presence.
Ning Rongrong had grown up at their sides.
Whenever she suffered even the slightest grievance, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo would stand up for her.
In her eyes, there were scarcely any people in the world who dared provoke two Titled Douluo at once.
Ning Rongrong raised a hand and pointed at Qian Daoliu.
"Apologize to me right now!"
"And compensate me for my losses!"
"As long as I'm satisfied, there's still room to negotiate over what happened today."
"Otherwise, when Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone come knocking, you definitely won't come to a good end!"
Qian Daoliu chuckled.
His handsome face was full of contempt.
"Sword Douluo?"
"Bone Douluo?"
"Two juniors, and you think they're fit to threaten me with?"
Ning Rongrong's expression froze.
Zhu Zhuqing was stunned as well.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong had been famous for years.
Wherever they went, every faction treated them with courtesy.
Even the Heaven Dou Imperial Family had to receive them as honored guests.
Yet when Qian Daoliu mentioned them, his tone held not the slightest concern.
He had even called them juniors.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Qian Daoliu's cascading white hair and recalled the pressure he had just displayed.
A thought swiftly rose from the depths of her heart.
This man was probably far older than he looked.
Someone who could call two Titled Douluo juniors.
How many such people could be found across the entire Douluo Continent?
Ning Rongrong, however, refused to believe it.
In her view, Qian Daoliu had to be bluffing.
Perhaps his cultivation was at the Soul Douluo level.
But an insurmountable gulf existed between a Soul Douluo and a Titled Douluo.
Moreover, neither Sword Douluo nor Bone Douluo was an ordinary Titled Douluo.
If the two attacked together, the man before her would have no chance of winning.
At that thought, Ning Rongrong lifted her chin again.
"Stop putting on an act."
"If you really aren't afraid of them, why don't you dare tell me your name?"
"Withdraw your domain immediately and let me leave."
"Otherwise, you'll meet a miserable end."
Qian Daoliu walked up to her.
"Even now, you still haven't understood your situation."
Ning Rongrong backed away.
Her back soon pressed against the golden barrier.
"What are you going to do?"
Qian Daoliu raised his right hand.
His five fingers clamped directly around Ning Rongrong's slender neck.
Before Ning Rongrong could react, he lifted her clear off the floor.
"Let... let go..."
She clutched Qian Daoliu's wrist with both hands, her legs struggling ceaselessly.
Her pale green dress swayed with her movements.
Ning Rongrong tried to release the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
But Qian Daoliu's hand was like an iron clamp.
Her Soul Power had barely begun to circulate before a sacred force dispersed it on the spot.
A feeling of suffocation swiftly swept over her.
Her fair face gradually flushed red.
The arrogance in her eyes finally gave way to fear.
Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing could no longer stand idly by.
Qian Daoliu truly dared to kill Ning Rongrong.
If she kept waiting, Ning Rongrong could very well die here.
"Hell Spirit Cat!"
Purple-black light rose from within Zhu Zhuqing.
A phantom Hell Spirit Cat appeared behind her.
Three Soul Rings emerged in succession.
Her long black hair streamed backward, and her eyes turned blue and green, one of each.
Sharp feline claws sprang from her ten fingers.
Close-fitting black clothes hugged her slender figure, cinching her slim waist and defining her curves.
Beneath her short skirt, her two long, fair legs swiftly exerted their strength.
Zhu Zhuqing's toes struck the floor, and she charged at Qian Daoliu.
"Hell Stab!"
Her speed instantly increased.
Her sharp claws went straight for Qian Daoliu's arm.
As long as she forced him to release his grip, Ning Rongrong could escape danger for the moment.
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