from Xu Xin made Gu Rong feel utterly humiliated. For so many years, no one had dared to speak to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School like that.
Gu Rong pondered deeply.
He knew the people of the Shadow Hall; most were low-level titles, and none had reached level 95 or higher. They were unlikely to be from the Shadow Hall. Reaching
level 95 wasn't something that could be done so quickly; he had been stuck at level 95 for many years without breaking through.
Even a titled member of the Shadow Hall couldn't possibly reach level 95 in such a short time.
Therefore, it was highly probable they weren't from the Shadow Hall. The main reason was that the Shadow Hall's powerful members never appeared in the public eye, all undergoing divine trials.
Those major powers had no idea just how strong the Shadow Hall truly was.
"Old Swordsman and Feng Zhi mentioned that there's a very strong woman in the Shadow Hall, but the person in the carriage is a man, so he's clearly not from the Shadow Hall."
"As for the other titles, they're almost all low-level, not that strong."
Gu Rong kept thinking. He needed to confirm that this person wasn't from the Shadow Hall; the rest didn't matter.
Even the Spirit Hall wasn't a concern for Gu Rong; his only worry was the Shadow Hall.
After some thought, he realized the Shadow Hall didn't have any powerful male titles, only Dugu Bo, and judging from his voice, he wasn't one of them. Even if a new title appeared, it would be low-level.
A powerful woman wouldn't be in the same carriage as a man; titled women are usually arrogant.
As for the Shadow Hall Master? He was only a Soul King back then. After all these years, breaking through to Soul Douluo was already a huge achievement. As for a title? Impossible. The youngest title holder is Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect.
How old is the Shadow Hall Master? A title? How could that be?
"You must be from the Spirit Hall, right?"
"Does that mean you intend to become an enemy of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"
Gu Rong sneered. Since he was certain it was the Spirit Hall, why be cowardly? They were
never going to get along anyway. Xu Xin frowned upon hearing this. Were all the people in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School this brainless? Or had they become like this because they doted on Ning Rongrong?
Was it worth it for a child?
Perhaps it was. At least in Gu Rong and Sword Douluo's hearts, Ning Rongrong was the most worthwhile, even sacrificing their lives was justifiable.
Having figured this out, Xu Xin merely sneered.
"Bi Ji, wait for me."
With that, Xu Xin stepped out of the carriage, using his soul power to send the coachman away.
Bi Ji said nothing, a barely perceptible smile appearing in her eyes. This feeling...it seems alright.
Outside the carriage, with each step Xu Xin took, a soul ring appeared beneath his feet: yellow, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red!
"How do you want to die?"
Xu Xin didn't care about any of that, coldly staring at Gu Rong without giving him any face.
Three 100,000-year soul rings, the fourth ring being black.
A black fourth ring—in the world today, besides the Shadow Palace Master, no one else has that.
Even the youngest Title Douluo, Tang Hao, didn't have a black fourth ring.
"You...you're the Shadow Palace Master?" Gu Rong's expression changed drastically; he immediately knew he was in trouble. He deserved to die, he really deserved to die!
Gu Rong looked awkwardly at Ning Rongrong beside him; the little girl was terrified, the terrifying soul power relentlessly pressing down on them.
"Heh, I'm not."
"But you've made me very unhappy today."
With that, Xu Xin launched a punch, moving incredibly fast. Before Gu Rong could react, he swiftly unleashed his fighting techniques, landing punches and kicks on Gu Rong.
Xu Xin didn't hold back, a heavy punch sending Gu Rong flying.
"If you're not satisfied, I don't mind destroying your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Xu Xin withdrew his soul power and spoke coldly.
Then, Xu Xin squatted down and looked at the little Ning Rongrong in front of him. At this moment, Ning Rongrong was already in tears, scared, and her body was trembling slightly.
Even my own grandfather, Bone Douluo, has been defeated. Am I going to die?
"You don't want your sect to be destroyed, do you?"
Xu Xin looked at Ning Rongrong with a half-smile, his voice sly.
"Wah!!"
Ning Rongrong burst into tears. Xu Xin's face was etched into her mind, becoming a nightmare for her.
"Boring."
Xu Xin got up, too lazy to bother with her.
The battle quickly attracted Sword Douluo and his group. Just as Xu Xin turned to leave, Sword Douluo arrived.
Seeing Ning Rongrong crying, his heart ached, completely ignoring Bone Douluo, whose bones had been broken and who was slumped to the side.
In an instant, sword intent swirled, and the Seven Kill Sword roared forth...
"Your Excellency!"
Sword Douluo spoke coldly.
Xu Xin coldly turned back, looking directly at Sword Douluo: "It seems the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School intends to be destroyed."
With those words, Sword Douluo's sword immediately drooped...
"Chen Xin greets the Palace Master."
Sword Douluo's expression changed; the soul power displayed by the other party had surpassed his own. The Shadow Palace was a deep place.
"Half of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's assets must be handed over to the Shadow Palace in three days, or else, annihilation!"
Originally, Xu Xin only intended to teach them a lesson, but just now, Sword Douluo had clearly shown killing intent towards him. Since that was the case, why show mercy?
After speaking, Xu Xin returned to the carriage. His Evil God Wings unfurled, the carriage exploded, and he carried Bi Ji away, reappearing at the other end of Heaven Dou City.
Sword Douluo was stunned upon hearing Xu Xin's words. In just a few years, the other party had become so strong. This time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was doomed.
Carrying Ning Rongrong in one arm and Gu Rong in the other, he left, his face grave the entire way.
"Fengzhi..."
Upon returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sword Douluo recounted the events to Ning Fengzhi, with Gu Rong adding details from the side.
Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile; this was a serious matter.
A titled Douluo, a young one, stronger than Tang Hao, with three 100,000-year soul rings, plus so many titled Douluos from the Shadow Hall.
This time, it would be difficult for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School not to bleed: "Uncle Sword, take Uncle Gu to heal first. I'll handle the rest."
"Rongrong, come here. From now on, you're not allowed to leave your room, no matter who comes!"
Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong kneeling on the ground and spoke coldly, showing no mercy. If she hadn't acted recklessly, this wouldn't have happened.
Gu Douluo was about to say something when Sword Douluo stopped him, implying that he could secretly take her out later.
Ning Fengzhi didn't blame Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo; he could distinguish right from wrong, and he wasn't worried about things that could be solved with money.
He never expected that the Soul King from back then would now be a titled figure, and a title even more powerful than Sword Douluo.
"Shadow Hall, Shadow Hall, did I really make a mistake?"
Ning Fengzhi pondered, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his seat, his mind racing with conflicting decisions: should he continue to stand with the three sects in harmony or submit to the Shadow Hall?
He was torn. He was the head of a sect; how could he possibly submit to someone else?
His pride wouldn't allow it. Even if the benefits were sufficient, he wouldn't want to. Otherwise, he would have already pledged allegiance to the Spirit Hall, and things wouldn't be like this.
"Difficult, very difficult..."
Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile.
(End of Chapter)