Ning Fengzhi Dies, Ning Rongrong Cries Herself Unconscious, and Xue Qinghe Ascends the Throne!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

A spatial vortex appeared behind the mountain, and three figures tumbled out.

They were Gu Rong, Chen Xin, and Ning Fengzhi!

The golden beam from the Sun Moon Divine Needle had struck Gu Rong in the back. Although it had not pierced straight through a vital spot, it had shattered a swath of his bones.

"Cough, cough..."

Gu Rong knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, his face as pale as paper.

Chen Xin was in even worse shape.

His right arm and right leg had been obliterated by the Sun Moon Divine Needle. Half his body was a mangled mass of flesh and blood, and he was still enduring the dual corrosion of the sun and moon origin powers.

His injuries were so severe.

Even though Chen Xin was a Level 96 Peak Douluo, his consciousness was already fading!

"You old sword bastard!"

Seeing that Chen Xin could barely keep his eyes open, Gu Rong forced himself upright and slapped him across the face.

"Stay awake! You can't sleep!"

Chen Xin's eyes flew open, and a large mouthful of blood welled out of his mouth.

"I'm... fine..."

Chen Xin's voice was weak, but he managed to rouse himself a little.

"How... is Fengzhi?"

Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi in his arms, his expression as grim as could be.

"Fengzhi's injuries are too severe. Not only have the meridians around his heart been ruptured, but there's also an extremely evil power inside him. That brat was too ruthless!"

At that moment.

Ning Fengzhi had already lost consciousness.

His breathing was so faint that it seemed he might stop breathing at any moment.

"Someone, come!"

Gu Rong shouted in a hoarse voice.

The disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect soon rushed over