The silver-white long sword cleaved through the air, resembling a needle stabilizing the sea, piercing directly into the earth's crust. The potent sword qi and true qi emanating from it shattered the black mist, even revealing the silhouette of the Ghoul, who was then repelled several meters by the unleashed sword energy.
"This is... a sword?!"
Yue Guan watched with wide eyes as the ten petals of the Strange Furong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, which he had re-targeted, also turned to powder and scattered into the wind.
The true qi from the massive sword enveloped Tang Sui, a pure, cold righteousness cloaking her. Tang Sui let out a muffled groan, her vision darkened, and she finally succumbed, collapsing to the ground unconscious.
"Who is it this time?!" The Ghoul, his attack interrupted, glared in annoyance at the man in white standing steadily upon the flying sword.
The light from nine soul rings, radiating a fierce, killing aura, flickered in his eyes. He looked at the unconscious Tang Sui, then glanced at the enraged Ghoul, his thin lips pressed together, not uttering a word.
The moment Yue Guan saw the man in white, he placed a hand on his jaw, a flicker of apprehension and contemplation in his eyes. "What are you doing here?!"
The protagonist who had single-handedly turned the tide wore spotlessly white robes, his silver hair impeccably neat. His appearance was handsome yet cold, and he stood upon a pure silver long sword, gleaming without any ornamentation.
His expression was indifferent, his eyes seeming to perceive nothing around him as he simply stood there, silent. Yet, his mere presence exuded a sense of supreme dominance, as if he were the sole sovereign of heaven and earth.
"It's Grandpa Jian!" Seeing the man, Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up with hope.
For this person was one of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's two most renowned Titled Douluo, a Rank 96 Titled Douluo - Jian Dao Chen Xin!
"Chen Xin... what does this have to do with you?" The Ghoul, leaning against the cliff face to stand, his face contorted beneath the black mist.
Chen Xin cast a faint glance at the Ghoul. "How does it not concern me?"
As he spoke, Chen Xin raised his hand, his index and middle fingers forming a sword stance directed at the heavens. In the next moment, the sixth ten-thousand-year soul ring surrounding him ignited with light, and countless silver-white sword shadows condensed in the void.
"Not good!"
"Watch out! This is Chen Xin's—"
"Sixth Soul Skill, Myriad Swords Return to Origin."
The countless silver-white sword blades condensed in the void, drifting down as Chen Xin lowered his arm. They descended like a torrential downpour from the sky, striking with swift precision at the black-clothed attackers, as well as the Titled Douluo Yue Guan and the Ghoul.
There was no time to react, as the rain of swords fell too quickly. They could only instinctively summon their soul power for defense.
"Ah—!"
Wailing screams echoed endlessly. The Soul Douluo, who had been arrogant and awaiting a chance to counterattack, possessed no resistance against the Ghoul's sixth soul skill, which was beneath the Titled Douluo level.
Perhaps they struggled, but it was a futile effort. Within seconds, they were riddled with holes by several silver swords descending from the sky.
"Boom, boom, boom—!"
The massive rocks blocking their path were pulverized into gravel and debris by the arrow-like volleys. The very ground beneath their feet was gouged with numerous craters from the immense destructive force.
Torn golden chrysanthemum petals fluttered into the air. Though the Strange Furong Tongtian Chrysanthemum possessed a characteristic of being indestructible, comparable to sharpened metal, it was ultimately formed from plant matter. Against the fierce and relentless assault of true metal and steel, it could not withstand the onslaught.
"Chen Xin! You're absolutely going to interfere in our business? Aren't you afraid of our retaliation?"
Under such fierce and rapid attacks, the Ghoul was struggling, resorting to verbal taunts.
"What does it have to do with him? That's a good question!"
A gentle voice, laced with a hint of mockery, was not easily discernible amidst the grand momentum of the sword rain. However, infused with a touch of soul power, it clearly echoed in everyone's ears.
"Whoosh—"
A rift tore through the void, and the sword rain gradually ceased. From the torn space emerged two tall figures.
One was Ning Fengzhi, and the other was one of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's elder, a Rank 95 Titled Douluo, Bone Douluo Gu Rong!
"One of the people you intend to kill is our Sect Master's daughter. Tang San and Tang Sui have a significant cooperative relationship with the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and the Shrek Academy is a target that Prince Xue Qinghe has ordered us to protect with utmost priority. Do you still ask what it has to do with us?" Gu Rong's eyes, which had been narrowed to slits, now swept over the Ghoul with a chilling intensity.
"Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, you..."
"Old Ghoul, we can't waste words with them! Deal with the target first!"
Yue Guan's brow furrowed, the True Body of his Strange Furong Tongtian Chrysanthemum martial soul emitting a golden light.
The Ghoul, having partnered with Yue Guan for many years, immediately understood his intention. He nodded and suddenly transformed into black mist, retreating into the shadows and rapidly rushing towards Yue Guan.
While their subordinates were not yet completely wiped out, they would create an opportunity for the assassination!
Having clashed with their opponents and possessing some intelligence, Dugu Bo and Chen Xin's expressions shifted, and they swiftly moved towards the two.
Not good! They intend to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill!
They absolutely cannot let them use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill! Otherwise, that little girl Tang Sui truly won't survive!
The two Titled Douluo pursuing Yue Guan and the Ghoul shared the same thought.
Ning Fengzhi, standing at the cliff's edge, narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. Seven soul rings floated up from beneath his feet, the ultimate supportive light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda instantly illuminating Chen Xin's path as he rode his sword:
"Seven Treasures Be Named, Second: Speed."
Ning Fengzhi had made his move.
—Author's Notes—
Friendly reminder: Do not blast yourself with air conditioning if you have heatstroke, otherwise... you'll end up like Mo Li, transitioning from heatstroke to a stomach flu version with vomiting and diarrhea, orz.
I've been feeling groggy these past two days. I'm much better today and should be able to resume three updates tomorrow.
See you tomorrow QAQ.