After hearing this, Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, couldn't help but twitch his lips. "They're still just sparring? They've already unleashed their soul skills with full force. If I went in, I'd be struck down instantly."
"This is called sparring?!"
Ning Rongrong glanced up at the sky, a dazed look on her face. She could only see a ball of light. As for the outcome of the battle, being a mere Soul Sovereign, she naturally had no way of knowing.
"Senior, do you think Grandpa Jian can win?"
Ning Rongrong's heart fluttered slightly. After all, she had just said that Qian Renxue's talent wasn't impressive. If Qian Renxue won, she would lose face!
Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, glanced at her but didn't bother responding. Even if she was the future sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so what?
If Ning Fengzhi didn't have two Title Douluos protecting him, Dugu Bo would still look down on him. This was the pride of Dugu Bo!
Ning Fengzhi sighed when he saw Dugu Bo's arrogant expression. "I can feel that Grandpa Jian's aura is weakening. This battle... It might be ending soon!"
Dugu Bo nodded lightly. "Indeed. By the time I arrived, they had already unleashed their true strength. I suspect it will be over in just a few more seconds."
"However, this sparring session... it might end up with some serious consequences for one of them!"
Dugu Bo's words made Ning Fengzhi's expression turn more serious. The Sword Douluo's importance to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was undeniable. There could be no damage here!
A moment later, a figure slowly descended from the sky. His body was marked with several patches of faint flames that continuously scorched his robe.
Due to the flames and smoke, everyone couldn't make out his appearance.
It wasn't until he was nearly on the ground that Ning Fengzhi finally recognized him. "Grandpa Jian?!"
"Is it over?"
Ning Fengzhi carefully observed the condition of Sword Douluo Chenxin, only to see that he didn't have any noticeable wounds. Even his clothes were barely torn.
The only thing unusual was the few patches of fire clinging to his robe. The flames neither spread nor went out, as if they were part of the fabric.
Ning Fengzhi was about to use his soul power to put out the flames, but just as his soul power appeared in his hand, he was stopped by Chenxin's voice.
"Don't move!"
"This fire cannot be extinguished. It will burn itself out eventually."
"If you try to put it out with your soul power, the flames will only spread, and they might even follow your soul power and burn it all away!"
As Chenxin had said, after a short while, the flames on his body naturally vanished. It was because there was no longer any soul power left in him.
Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, looked at him with confusion. He had sensed that it was Sword Douluo Chenxin who had launched the attack. So, why was it that now Chenxin was the one who was injured?
Chenxin pursed his lips and stared at the battlefield from before. He spoke in a deep voice, "Fengzhi, this person is too strong! If we can't subdue him as our own, we must never offend him!"
"Although we are both level 96, I feel that his soul power is already approaching level 97!"
"During the battle, I couldn't even make sense of his soul rings!"
"He kept his angel wings blocking his soul rings, but our battle was short. However, I faintly sensed the aura of a 100,000-year-old beast!"
"This person... He might possess a 100,000-year-old soul ring!"
Chenxin had a very high opinion of Qian Renxue, and his brief words left Ning Fengzhi feeling a solemn chill. He quickly confirmed again, "Grandpa Jian, you were defeated?"
"Defeated badly!"
Chenxin's mood was a bit heavy, but there was no trace of unwillingness in his voice. Instead, there was a sense of respect for Qian Renxue.
"He easily countered my previous moves."
"Also, his domain soul skill is strange. The holy power in it constantly lures me to trust him and believe that everything he does is correct!"
"But when I got close to him, the soul power in my body kept dissipating. Even when I retreated, it didn't help. As long as I stayed within his domain, I was constantly being drained!"
"That's why I knew I couldn't fight him in a prolonged battle. I had to end it with a single strike!"
"So, I used my strongest move! The ultimate move after the Seven Kill True Body!"
Chenxin recalled the scene from earlier, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes, as though he had seen not a beautiful angel, but a demon holding a long sword!
"With just one strike, I was defeated under that sword!"
"I was the one who started the attack! He was only defending! But even while defending, the sparks that appeared still clung to me, continuing to burn. That was just too much..."
"Sigh..."
Chenxin sighed heavily, his emotions rising like a tidal wave. Beside him, Ning Rongrong almost sat down in shock.
How embarrassing!
Ning Rongrong had just said that she had never seen anyone more talented than Tang San. But now, this person had defeated the Sword Douluo, the protector of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
If someone like him had no talent, then 99% of the people on the Douluo Continent would be fools!
A figure slowly walked over from a distance—a young man in a light blue scholar's robe. There were only traces of smoke on his body, with no signs of injury.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to him. Qian Renxue wasn't foolish enough to drop down directly from the sky like that.
"Senior, you flatter me. It's just that I took a bit of advantage. I must thank you for your mercy!"
The phrase "mercy" sounded extremely ironic in Chenxin's ears. He had already used his killing move, expended all his soul power, and was left utterly exhausted.
The so-called "mercy" had long since lost its meaning! If it were a life-or-death battle, Chenxin would have been the one who died!
Ning Rongrong naturally heard the words Chenxin had said earlier, and now when Qian Renxue repeated them, she blushed with embarrassment. Furious, she stood in front of Qian Renxue and said, "What's the big deal about defeating Grandpa Jian?!"
"If you're so capable, then defeat Grandpa Bone with my father's help! Now that would be something impressive!"
"As the number one support sect in the world, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect doesn't even count it as a big deal to win without our support!"
"If you're really capable, come and defeat Grandpa Bone with my father's help!"
Ning Fengzhi quickly shouted, "Rongrong! Don't be rude!"
But Ning Rongrong still stood tall, her face red as she confronted Qian Renxue. After two years in Shrek, her personality had undergone a major change.
Now, in her anger, her "little demon" nature had come out.
Having been pampered by two Title Douluos since childhood, she naturally believed that everything in this world belonged to her.
But who could have imagined that in this Heavenly Dou City, she would be bullied by a young man?