White-Clad God of Slaughter

"Something's wrong. Why do those sound like the screams of our own people?"

The youths found it increasingly strange. Even when people had come looking for trouble in the past, they had always been driven away quickly. Why was this taking so long this time?

As soon as the words left his mouth, several figures slammed through the doors and panted, "Young Masters, leave quickly! A terrifying person has come outside!"

"Elder Wang? How did you end up like this?" The leading noble youth stared at the old man in shock.

Five soul rings—one white, one yellow, two purple, and one black—floated around him, but he was utterly disheveled. His clothes and body were covered in wounds, and much of his clothing had been stained red with blood.

"This girl's identity is far from simple. That person outside is only a child, but... but so many of us still couldn't stop him. I suspect he's the mysterious figure from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect that the family head mentioned before." As this high-level Soul King spoke, he suddenly realized something.

"Today is Moonlight Pavilion's graduation ceremony. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would certainly send representatives to attend. That means the girl you brought here may very well be..."

The more this Soul King spoke, the more frightened he became. His trembling finger pointed at the unconscious Ning Rongrong, while his voice grew softer and softer.

"Elder Wang, are you saying she might be the eldest young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" The noble youths around him looked at the girl before them with ashen faces.

Damn it! Why had the dignified eldest young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect run out here? And without even a single guard by her side?

And she had even gone to places only those lowborn commoners went to! She hadn't carried anything that could identify her, either!

This was perfect. They had brought her here. That was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the three greatest sects in the Soul Master world—even the Heaven Dou imperial family had to take them into consideration!

"What do we do now, Young Master Wu?" One noble youth's face was pale. None of his earlier perverse smiles remained; only terror was left.

"It's over..."

"It's over... No, no! I don't want to die! There's... there's still one way. Kill her, then destroy the body and erase all traces! Yes, that's what we'll do!" A vicious gleam flashed in Young Master Wu's eyes as he drew a longsword.

"Elder Wang, use your flames to burn her until no one can recognize her. As long as we insist that this isn't Ning Rongrong, merely some lowborn commoner, there won't be a problem! After all, who could tell who a pile of ashes used to be? Besides, we have to kill everyone who knows about this! It looks like that person outside has nearly finished the job already!" Young Master Tian said as he looked at Elder Wang.

How ruthless. Elder Wang was stunned for a moment, but then nodded.

But this did seem feasible!

He immediately summoned his flame martial soul. Young Master Tian stepped before Ning Rongrong and viciously thrust the longsword in his hand toward her heart.

Yet just as the sword was about to pierce Ning Rongrong's body, a strand of Sword Qi shot in from outside and severed Young Master Tian's arm. The longsword fell onto the bed along with the arm, blood gushing out.

"Ah! My hand!"

Young Master Wu clutched the wound on his right arm and screamed loudly.

The people around him instinctively retreated several steps. They had always done such things to others; this was the first time it had happened to them.

A ghostly figure instantly arrived. Blood still dripped from the hilt and tip of the Emperor Dragon Sword in his hand, splashing onto the ground. The Dark Gold Dreadclaw at the end was also soaked in blood.

His white robes had been dyed blood-red. Terrifying killing intent burst forth, while two azure Dragon Hairpins were embedded behind him, providing Mu Chen with immense energy.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong was more or less unharmed, Mu Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had slaughtered his way in and managed to make it in time. Otherwise, he would likely have regretted it for the rest of his life.

"You stop him, I—"

Before Elder Wang could finish speaking, Mu Chen's Emperor Dragon Sword had already pierced straight through his heart. Mu Chen pulled it out. Elder Wang stared wide-eyed at Mu Chen, but soon collapsed unwillingly.

Mu Chen swept his gaze across the room. The killing intent in his eyes made these noble scions afraid to meet his gaze. He also carried a terrifying pressure that constantly shattered the inner defenses of these scum.

Finally, one person ran out, and the others quickly followed.

Mu Chen did not chase them. Instead, he looked at the still-unconscious Ning Rongrong and smiled. Then he collapsed onto the bed and lost consciousness as well.

After slaughtering his way here, he had barely any Soul Power left. Combined with the power of the Sword Momentum he had just comprehended and his second Soul Skill, instantly killing that high-level Soul King had completely exhausted Mu Chen's Soul Power.

Inside the room, a corpse lay on the floor amid blood everywhere. Mu Chen, covered in blood, had collapsed beside Ning Rongrong. The entire room fell silent.

After sensing all this, Snake Lance Douluo glanced at Mu Chen with admiration, but his eyes were filled with killing intent.

He had personally witnessed a quasi-Soul Elder of only level 30 nearly wipe out all the guards here alone.

There had been quite a few Soul Ancestors among his enemies, yet he had still done it. Although Snake Lance Douluo did not know why Mu Chen's aura had suddenly risen by about threefold, it only added further mystery to him.

It seemed that this little fellow had comprehended something new in the midst of life-and-death combat and become even stronger! With such a genius Soul Master in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they would become even more troublesome in the future. So it would be best to eliminate him now! Even if the young lady blamed him, Snake Lance Douluo believed he was right! Just as Snake Lance Douluo was about to make his move, an even more powerful aura arrived—Sword Dao Chen Xin! After hesitating for a while, Snake Lance Douluo quietly concealed his aura and left. The mission came first; he could not risk exposing himself here.

As for Mu Chen, he had to report the matter to Spirit City after returning and await Spirit Hall's response.

Outside, Xue Qinghe also breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Snake Lance Douluo's message. Fortunately, Little Chen had not encountered any danger.

What a pity. If he did not use his current identity, he could not mobilize these soldiers, much less seal off this place.

The consequences of this matter were simply too great, especially for Ning Rongrong's reputation. Looking at these human scum trembling as they cried out their pleas, Xue Qinghe smiled faintly.

This time, I'd like to see how the people behind you will fight the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

After spending a whole day riding high-speed trains, buses, and light rail, my mind has gone numb...

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