Bai He was still in shock as he gazed at the spirit ring displayed by Yu Xiaogang.
"I never fail to be amazed whenever I see the sect master's inhuman spirit ring configuration," he admitted.
The immense pressure radiating from Yu Xiaogang's spirit ring was formidable, yet Bai He managed to block it. Without the defensive spirit guide embedded in the square, he would have struggled to withstand the weight of a seven-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring. Just as Bai He strained to maintain his stance, Ning Fengzhi activated his martial spirit, sending several beams of energy cascading toward him and the others.
Bai He exhaled in relief and smiled gratefully at Ning Fengzhi.
"It truly lives up to its reputation as the number one auxiliary spirit on Douluo Continent—the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda. Sect Leader Ning, thank you. Without your aid, I might have made a fool of myself."
Ning Fengzhi gave a slight nod, then turned his gaze back toward Yu Xiaogang's astonishing spirit ring configuration, lost in thought.
"Though I've heard stories in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect about your sect leader's unprecedented spirit ring configuration, seeing it with my own eyes is still unbelievable!" he murmured, stroking Ning Rongrong's hair with a gentle smile.
"Rongrong, you're truly lucky to have Yu Xiaogang as your teacher. Your father believes the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda spirit will surely evolve and breakthrough in your generation. You must heed your teacher's guidance and communicate more often with Grandpa Nijian and Grandpa Gu through the spirit guide—they dote on you greatly."
"I know, Dad! I won't let you or Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu down!" Ning Rongrong replied resolutely. Though a playful child at times, she already understood the responsibilities of the next-generation leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. On Douluo Continent, children often matured much earlier than their peers.
Tang San, observing Yu Xiaogang's towering presence, felt a rush of awe. The spirit ring's pressure had made it difficult to breathe, yet when Ning Fengzhi's radiant martial spirit flowed into him, he felt a sense of ease. Are spirits on Douluo Continent truly this powerful? he wondered.
"What's happening? Why did Xiaogang use his martial spirit?" Tang San thought, wide-eyed.
Ning Fengzhi and Bai He's vision blurred momentarily as the incomparable beauty Bibi Dong appeared before them. Yu Linglong, recognizing her mother, eagerly pointed at Chen Xin.
"Mom is here! Grandpa wants to test Dad's strength, and now is the time to begin. Congratulations, Mom!"
Ning Fengzhi brought Ning Rongrong forward to greet Bibi Dong. As a level 99 Extreme Douluo and Yu Xiaogang's wife, Bibi Dong's presence commanded respect.
"Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect greets Your Majesty, Bibi Dong. This is my daughter, Ning Rongrong, who has become Sect Master Yu Xiaogang's disciple today," Ning Fengzhi announced formally.
Bibi Dong regarded Ning Rongrong with curiosity. "Has Xiaogang accepted another disciple? Ning Rongrong, isn't it? Come, let me take a proper look. A welcome gift awaits you later."
Tang San, having recovered from Yu Xiaogang's overwhelming presence, froze in horror. The last person he wanted to see now stood before him. He attempted to shrink behind Bai Chenxiang, hoping to avoid being noticed—after all, he was embarrassingly dressed as a girl.
The moment Bibi Dong's words reached him, Tang San felt the sunlight dim and a familiar fragrance fill the air. Oh no! It's Master's Wife Bibi Dong! He forced an awkward smile.
"Um… Master's Wife, you're here too! I… I was planning to go change my clothes. After all, today is an important day for Junior Sister Ning Rongrong to become my disciple."
Bibi Dong smiled brightly, inspecting Tang San up and down.
"Not bad! Xiao San, you look adorable in girls' clothing. Were you always this resistant? It pleases me to see you know how to dress yourself up. Perhaps I shall give you some jewelry later."
Tang San felt all eyes on him, their gazes fiery and unrelenting. Several female disciples of the sect looked at him with unabashed interest. I'm doomed! he thought.
Meanwhile, Chen Xin, recovering from his shock, composed himself. A master of the sword path, his formidable swordsmanship had been briefly stunned by Yu Xiaogang's six-hundred-thousand-year spirit rings.
Chen Xin waved his immaculate white robe, his silver hair gleaming, and summoned the surging spirit of the Seven Killing Sword. The sword floated slightly, radiating an aura of unmatched power. His expression remained indifferent, his eyes focused only on the battle ahead.
"It's true that rumors can't be trusted! Yu Xiaogang, your power exceeds even the tales circulating across Douluo Continent! My martial soul, the Seven Killing Sword, awakens!" Chen Xin declared, his voice sharp as a blade, each word slicing into the hearts of onlookers.
Facing the overwhelming pressure of Yu Xiaogang's spirit rings alone, Chen Xin felt as though he confronted six hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts simultaneously. Yet this challenge only strengthened his resolve. He intended to test his limits and evolve further.
"Yu Xiaogang! Let's begin! Since you are so powerful, I shall hold nothing back! Third Soul Skill: Calm as Water! Fourth Soul Skill: Murderous Intent!" Chen Xin unleashed two Soul Skills, splitting the Seven Killing Sword into seven spectral phantoms, each brimming with lethal intent. He formed a precise sword finger, channeling his Soul Power into the Seven Killing Sword and blending his swordsmanship with the weapon's sharp intent.
Yu Xiaogang watched with anticipation, sensing the deadly sword intent surging toward him. Finally, a genius worthy of carving his own path on Douluo Continent. Let him witness the pinnacle of the sword art Chen Xin has honed all his life.
"Luo Sanpao! Join me! First Soul Skill: Dragon Flame Breath! Fifth Soul Skill: Destructive Thunder!" Yu Xiaogang commanded, preparing to counter Chen Xin's offensive. He refrained from relying solely on telekinesis, wanting a true head-to-head confrontation.
Luo Sanpao roared, unleashing a stream of platinum dragon flames that disintegrated the Seven Killing Sword into ephemeral phantoms. Yet Chen Xin's sword spirit sliced through the flames effortlessly, his hands crackling with destructive thunder energy. The subtle distortions in space revealed the staggering might of 400,000 spirit rings.
All eyes were fixed on the battlefield, awaiting the clash of these two Titled Douluo. When Yu Xiaogang and Chen Xin collided, the world seemed to erupt in deafening chaos.
The city-shaped shield's spirit guides flickered violently, absorbing scattered attacks like missiles. Cracks formed, only to heal instantly under the shield's energy.
Tang San, activating his Purple Demonic Pupil, observed closely. Though embarrassed moments ago, he refused to let the strong combatants pass unnoticed. As the smoke cleared, his striking blue-gold eyes widened in awe.
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