The Parents Were Here!

Lu Ning looked out the window.

If Tang Hao were the only one hiding in the darkness, he would never have dared say today that Zhu Zhuqing possessed a Soul Bone.

But tonight's darkness...

Held two Titled Douluo!

"My first martial soul is a sword."

"Who do you think a Titled Douluo I could sense would be?"

Lu Ning's words made Flender's eyes widen as he stared fixedly at his disciple.

"You mean..."

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin!?"

Lu Ning nodded gently.

His sword bone had indeed detected a powerful surge of sword intent approaching.

If Qian Daoliu from the Worship Hall had appeared here...

He would already have started fighting the hidden Tang Hao.

But since no battle had broken out...

That meant...

It could only be Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"I just don't know why they've come."

"And..."

"I don't know whether Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, has come too."

As Flender listened, his heart pounded nonstop.

Two Titled Douluo and the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects were here. Shrek's night... probably wouldn't be peaceful!

"You brat..."

"You haven't done anything to Ning Rongrong, have you?!"

Flender seemed to remember something important.

He hurriedly pressed Lu Ning for an answer.

A bitter look crossed Lu Ning's face.

At that moment...

Flender couldn't even be bothered to ask anymore.

This brat had even dared stick his dick in Ning Rongrong, so it made sense that people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had come.

If his own daughter had lost her chastity mark to Lu Ning at this age...

He could have killed Lu Ning outright.

"You brat..."

"You were probably doomed tonight from the start."

"No wonder you had nothing to fear."

Flender rubbed his temples. Facing those two towering behemoths, he no longer had an ounce of strength left. He said to Lu Ning, "If you have anything to leave behind, bring it out."

"My standing will, at most, ensure you leave an intact corpse."

"Don't worry. Your teacher will give you a funeral worth a million Gold Soul Coins and send you off in grand style after you die."

Lu Ning heard the helplessness in Flender's voice.

Flender was doing his best to joke and ease the oppressive atmosphere.

But the words "Titled Douluo" weighed on Flender like a mountain.

He might have been able to put up a fight against a Soul Douluo, but his opponents were Titled Douluo-and long-renowned ones at that.

How could he possibly stand against them?

Lu Ning hesitated for a moment.

A Soul Bone appeared in his hand.

"If we're talking about an inheritance, I really do have something suitable for you."

That Soul Bone was the eighty-thousand-year Death Blood Tree Trunk Bone Lu Ning had obtained earlier.

Although it wasn't an eagle-type Soul Bone, the Death Blood Tree's fighting style was very similar to Flender's: both killed their opponents through sustained methods.

He had genuinely intended to use this Soul Bone himself.

After all, a trunk bone itself was relatively easy to absorb, and the attributes it enhanced were comparatively comprehensive.

Compared with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone...

It merely lacked one Soul Skill.

If he really became desperate later...

Lu Ning had genuinely planned to use this trunk bone as a fallback.

But now...

"You fucking brat!"

Flender could no longer sit still.

Although he had been talking as though Lu Ning were "entrusting his orphan to him," he truly didn't want anything to happen to Lu Ning!

Seeing Lu Ning produce another Soul Bone now, he understood that Lu Ning had truly given up on escaping!

He didn't ask where the Soul Bone had come from.

He simply pushed back the Soul Bone, which was valuable enough to unleash a bloody storm even within Spirit Hall.

"What the fuck good does bringing something like this out now do?"

"Even if it were a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, would absorbing it let me beat Sword Douluo?"

"Put it away!"

"Zhao Wuji and I will protect you today even if it kills us."

"Damn it, if only Liu Erlong were here. At least she could buy you a chance to escape."

Flender stopped looking at the Soul Bone and told Lu Ning to put it away.

Lu Ning had no intention of giving up.

What had happened to Ning Rongrong was indeed partly because of him, but that didn't mean Lu Ning could casually disregard his own life. The situation wasn't as terrible as Flender imagined yet.

If things truly reached that desperate point...

Lu Ning would certainly unleash a slash with all his strength and kill whoever he could. If he really couldn't kill anyone, injuring them would still make it worthwhile.

"Teacher, do you think one slash from me could light up the entire sky?"

Lu Ning suddenly said something seemingly out of nowhere.

But Flender couldn't take in a word. Terrifying power erupted from his entire body as he flew beyond the range of Lu Ning's Soul Skill, his gaze sweeping through the darkness.

An ingratiating smile returned to his face.

"Your Eminence."

"Since you've arrived at Shrek Academy, please show yourself."

"You should at least come inside for a cup of tea, shouldn't you?"

"You're all parents. Surely you can't let me be discourteous."

A white-clad figure flashed through the darkness and stopped precisely before Flender. His face could hardly be called aged. He stood suspended in the air like a longsword, one hand behind his back, and every Soul Master in the village felt that terrifying power.

It was like a strand of sword intent stabbing toward everyone's martial souls.

"Flender."

"You said you would take good care of Rongrong. You've taken... such wonderful care of her!!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's voice was sharp.

He didn't restrain his aura in the slightest, directing it straight at Flender.

Before Flender could speak...

A figure in luxurious clothing slowly drifted over from the horizon. His presence wasn't as sharp as Sword Douluo Chen Xin's, but the anger on his face was no less intense, and his gaze likewise settled on Flender.

"Flender, I need an explanation."

Ning Fengzhi also hovered in midair.

He looked at Flender before him as he spoke.

Flender's expression remained ingratiating.

"Sect Master Ning, Sword Douluo."

"This is clearly a misunderstanding."

"However, since this happened at my Shrek Academy, as its dean, I will take responsibility to the very end."

"How about this?"

"Please come inside for some tea first."

"Once I've investigated everything, I'll definitely give you both a satisfactory explanation."

Ning Fengzhi pointed at Lu Ning, who was running out, a hint of anger concealed in his voice. "This is your fine student, isn't he?"

"His talent is indeed quite impressive."

"Twelve years old, a rank forty-six Battle Soul Master, with twin martial souls."

"What a pity."

Ning Fengzhi's words all but sentenced Lu Ning to death.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, on the other hand, raised his eyes to glance at Lu Ning. The anger on his face hadn't faded, but his aura was no longer quite so sharp, as though he didn't want to crush Lu Ning to death outright.

"No pity at all, no pity at all."

"Your Eminences."

"Please come inside the academy to talk."

"Something like this... surely we can't discuss it here at the village entrance?"

"We can discuss how to hack this brat into eight pieces."

Flender's tone remained unchanged.

His gaze traveled toward the distant woods.

He hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi to come in person, while Tang Hao, who had been hiding all along, had yet to appear.

Lu Ning stood there, the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand trembling gently, as though resonating with Sword Douluo Chen Xin's aura.

"Fine, then let's hack him into eight pieces."

Ning Fengzhi replied coolly.

Not a trace remained of the cultured elegance that had accompanied him for years.