Douluo: Tara's Mask, the Ultimate Darkness!

Chapter 213 Ning Fengzhi was terrified and angrily slapped Ning Rongrong!
The air was filled with the intent of swords, and the sword light whistled.

Flander instinctively released his martial spirit to defend himself, fearing that the sword energy would harm him.

Yu Xiaogang hid to the side in fear, afraid of implicating herself.

A sword aura slashed across Zhu Zhuqing's cheek, and blood flowed uncontrollably. A metallic smell assaulted her nostrils, and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened in shock: "This is the second time!"

The second time, what does that mean?
Ning Fengzhi frowned, not understanding Zhu Zhuqing's words. At this point, Zhu Zhuqing was still saying this was the second time?

What does this mean?
Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Sword Douluo, who shook his head. He didn't understand what Zhu Zhuqing meant by "the second time."

Looking at Flanders and the other man, they shook their heads, indicating they knew nothing.

"Zhu Zhuqing, what do you mean by this?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned as he looked at Zhu Zhuqing, puzzled by those few words.

"hehe!"

Zhu Zhuqing snorted coldly, her gaze landing on Ning Rongrong with a playful look.

"Ning Fengzhi, guess."

Zhu Zhuqing's words were full of provocation; she was practically shoving him in the face.

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Before he could speak, Zhu Zhuqing continued, "This is the second time."

"As for what it is? Hehe, you two old folks might want to think about it carefully?"

Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the wall, a smug smile on her face.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's smile, Sword Douluo snorted coldly and was about to draw his sword, but was immediately stopped by Ning Fengzhi: "Uncle Sword, wait a moment!"

The sword, which had been suspended in mid-air, came to an abrupt stop.

"I'd actually like you to make the move."

Zhu Zhuqing said dismissively, she was now fearless and had already revealed her trump card, so what was there to worry about?

“You…” Ning Fengzhi was speechless.

"Zhu Zhuqing, what do you mean? Do you really think my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wouldn't dare to kill you?!"

Ning Rongrong shouted angrily, pointing at Zhu Zhuqing. In all her life, this was the first time she had ever seen anyone dare to threaten her father.

As for facing Xu Xin back then? Xu Xin's threat wasn't a threat; it was a final announcement. Ning Fengzhi wasn't worthy of being threatened by him.

"Hehe, loose lips sink ships, Ning Rongrong, this is the second time."

Zhu Zhuqing spoke coldly, this was the second time!
Words can be dangerous, and Ning Fengzhi immediately grasped the key point in Zhu Zhuqing's words.

Ning Fengzhi kept thinking about when he first made a mistake by speaking carelessly. Not long after, he seemed to realize something and looked at Zhu Zhuqing with a panicked expression.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's fearless demeanor, a loud voice rang out the next moment.

"Snapped!"

Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything, but slapped Ning Rongrong across the face.

"Feng Zhi, what are you doing!"

"Dad, you... Waaaaah, you hit me! You actually hit me!!"

Sword Douluo's and Ning Rongrong's voices rang out one after the other. With Ning Rongrong's sobs, Sword Douluo felt a pang of heartache.

"Hmph, I won't hit you, but I'll beat you to death today, you unfilial daughter!"

As Ning Fengzhi spoke, he was about to slap her again, but Sword Douluo stopped him: "Fengzhi, what are you doing? Let's talk this out. Look, Rongrong is crying!" Sword Douluo was concerned, and then his gaze fell on Zhu Zhuqing. It was all because of this woman, that damned woman, otherwise his precious granddaughter wouldn't be like this.

"Uncle Jian, do you know that Rongrong has gotten herself into big trouble this time?"

Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at Sword Douluo with a wry smile. Luckily, he reacted quickly; otherwise, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would have been lost.

"Dad, she's the abandoned daughter of the Xingluo Zhu family! What kind of background does she have?!"

Ning Rongrong was furious. She covered her face with one hand, pointed at Zhu Zhuqing with the other, and kept cursing.

Zhu Zhuqing just smiled and said nothing, simply looking at Ning Fengzhi.

"Snapped!"

Ning Fengzhi slapped him again: "Shut up!"

Ning Rongrong covered her face and buried her face in Sword Douluo's arms, bursting into tears.

"Feng Zhi, what exactly is going on? If you don't explain yourself clearly, I'm not done with you!"

Holding Ning Rongrong in his arms, Sword Douluo looked at Ning Fengzhi with a stern face. Even if he trusted Ning Fengzhi, he would not let it go if the other party did not give an explanation.

"Several years ago, my account was banned and half of my resources were taken away. This is the second time!"

Ning Fengzhi had a long face, his eyes full of helplessness. He wished he could kick this unfilial daughter out of the house. But what could he do? She was his daughter.
If your own daughter does something wrong, shouldn't you be the one to clean up her mess?
Ning Fengzhi was also helpless, his heart filled with bitterness. That person really could do some inhuman things.

If Uncle Jian hadn't admitted his mistake so quickly, the other party might have wiped out his sect.

Ugh, it's happening a second time now...

Ning Fengzhi really wanted to cry. He should have known better than to come. It wouldn't be surprising if the other party was someone else's person and could do something.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, he didn't want to think about anything. As for that secret, whoever wanted it could have it, but Ning Fengzhi didn't want it anymore.

Upon hearing those words, Sword Douluo's thoughts immediately drifted back to the past. That guy defeated a Soul Douluo as a Soul King, and then, in just a few years, rose to the rank of Title Soul Master, even possessing three red Soul Rings. Sigh...

Sword Douluo gave a bitter smile. Why was the other party one of those people? Why...?

That's just how reality is. No matter how much he denies it, it's useless. Sword Douluo has no choice but to admit defeat.

"Fengzhi, you handle the rest yourself. I'm taking Rongrong back first!"

Sword Douluo glanced at Ning Rongrong in his arms and could only say this, fearing that Zhu Zhuqing would have Ning Fengzhi whip Ning Rongrong again later.

He's already been slapped twice, and he feels bad for him.

Ning Fengzhi didn't speak, and neither did Zhu Zhuqing; they just watched.

Zhu Zhuqing's silence made Ning Fengzhi anxious, unsure of what she was up to.

Snapped!
Ning Fengzhi, lacking confidence, pulled Ning Rongrong over and slapped her again: "Waaah!"

Ning Rongrong burst into tears, while Flander and Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, were completely dumbfounded, never expecting things to turn out this way.

Sword Douluo hardened his heart, glared at Ning Fengzhi, picked up Ning Rongrong and flew away on his sword, leaving Ning Fengzhi alone here.

Ning Fengzhi's face was grim, but he did not stop Sword Douluo's actions. Instead, he let him take Ning Rongrong away.

Zhu Zhuqing watched, and she knew exactly what Ning Fengzhi was planning: "Ning Fengzhi, you really have a good plan."

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly looked at Ning Fengzhi, her words full of mockery.

Logically speaking, such things should be kept unspoken, but Zhu Zhuqing insisted on pointing it out. "I'm just a hothead. If you're shameless, why should I give you face?"

How did you treat me just now? And now you want to use this as an excuse to let Ning Rongrong go? How ridiculous!
(End of this chapter)