Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 239 Unrepentant, Bringing Jian Chenxin to His Door

Ning Rongrong struggled to her feet from Oscar's embrace and ran towards Ning Fengzhi. Her crystal-clear eyes were brimming with tears, her fingers tightly gripping her father's sleeve. Her voice trembled with sobs as she asked:

"Dad, Grandpa Bone has been kidnapped! What should we do...?"

From childhood to adulthood, she had never seen her grandfather be so thoroughly humiliated, nor had she ever imagined that anyone would dare to be so arrogant towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi's usually gentle face was terribly gloomy, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly.

He took a deep breath, barely managing to calm himself, and patted his daughter's hand reassuringly, saying in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid, Daddy will find a way."

Despite saying that, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Bone Douluo was captured and used to threaten and exchange for the sect's secret techniques. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School lost face in public. He never expected things to develop to this point.

He then turned around abruptly and strode toward Xue Qinghe.

"Your Highness, the First Prince!" Ning Fengzhi's voice lacked its usual composure as he bowed deeply to Xue Qinghe.
"We urge the royal family to intervene and rescue Uncle Bone!"

However, Qian Renxue, wearing Xue Qinghe's face, lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze sweeping lightly over Ning Fengzhi's flustered face, a hint of playfulness flashing in her eyes.

It could be said that at this moment, she did not want to pay attention to Ning Fengzhi.

From a personal perspective, she already had a sense of appreciation for Yu Xiaolie.

Moreover, she had already conceived the idea of ​​recruiting Yu Xiaolie into the Spirit Hall, and she also wanted to see what Yu Xiaolie would do next.

Qian Renxue raised her seemingly gentle yet unfathomable eyes, her tone mild but unquestionable:
“Teacher, both the Blue Lightning Sect and the Seven Treasures Sect are among the top three sects, and are sects that the Heaven Dou Royal Family regards as their own children. However, today’s matter is a private grudge between the two sects. If the royal family intervenes rashly, it will only intensify the conflict, which is not appropriate.”

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi staggered back a step, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

He stared intently at Xue Qinghe, trying to find a flaw in that gentle and refined face, but the other's gaze was calm as still water, without any ripples.

"Your Highness..."

Ning Fengzhi wanted to try again, but Xue Qinghe had already turned around, facing the chaotic venue, and said in a clear voice:

"Distinguished delegates! Due to an unforeseen incident, the meeting cannot continue. Please return home now."

As soon as the words fell, the whole place was in an uproar.

However, they don't mind if the exchange can't continue.

They have witnessed a scene that made their trip worthwhile.

The diversification of martial spirit forms and attributes, the configuration of spirit rings that exceeds traditional limitations, the duel between two titled Douluo...

There is also the debate over "abandoned martial spirits".

Indeed, there are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters.

Today's exchange meeting has undoubtedly enhanced their understanding of the dragon cubs.

It's a pity that they didn't get to have a chance to talk to Yu Xiaolie.

For a moment, the assembled powerful Soul Masters couldn't help but sigh repeatedly...

Meanwhile, the Shrek team was in complete chaos.

Yu Xiaogang was unconscious, his face ashen, and a trace of blood lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Wuji had just withstood Yu Xiaolie's soul pressure to protect the Seven Devils, and now half of his body was covered in bruises, and he was grimacing in pain.

Liu Erlong was sitting next to Yu Xiaogang, her hands trembling as she held his shoulders, her eyes filled with despair and anger.

Ning Rongrong watched all this, then grabbed Ning Fengzhi's hand, her voice trembling with tears as she cried out:

"Dad! Please save the master! He... he's dying!"

However, Ning Fengzhi had no time to care about that; he was still suffering from a terrible headache and his vision was blurring.

He waved his hand weakly and gave instructions to his attendants:
"Find a hotel, settle them in, and then find a healing soul master..."

After saying that, he didn't look at anyone again, turned around and left, his back view revealing desolation and wretchedness.

……

That night, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. The night was as dark as ink, a cold wind howled, and the school was brightly lit, yet it exuded a suppressed and murderous atmosphere.

Inside the council hall, Ning Fengzhi stood with his back to the door, his hands braced on the table, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Suddenly, the door was flung open, and a sharp sword aura swept in, accompanied by an angry shout:

"Feng Zhi! Old Bones, he..."

Before the words were even finished, Chen Xin strode in, his silver hair like snow, his eyes like swords, his soul power surging, even the air itself was torn apart by fine cracks.

After a long silence, Ning Fengzhi slowly turned around, his face pale, but he forced himself to remain calm: "Uncle Jian..."

Jian Chenxin grabbed his shoulder, his voice low and angry: "Yu Xiaolie grabbed this old man and blatantly demanded our sect's secret techniques?!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes briefly and nodded with difficulty.

"Bastard!"

Enraged, Jian Chen slammed his palm on the table, shattering the heavy mahogany table into pieces instantly.

"Blue Lightning Sect, you've gone too far! Feng Zhi, we absolutely cannot let a young upstart bully us!"

Tomorrow, I will personally go to Blue Tyrant Academy and get Old Bones back!

"I'd like to see if this Dragon God Douluo can withstand my Seven Kill Sword!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of ruthlessness finally flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and he seemed to regain some energy.

He was still hesitant about whether to obediently hand over the Distraction Control Technique.

But the thought that he had gone to so much trouble, only to end up not only failing to get any useful teaching or cultivation methods from Yu Xiaolie, but also having to give away his own family's unique skills, made him feel heartbroken.

Jian Chenxin is a level 96 Super Douluo, and his martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, possesses powerful sword intent and sword energy that are invincible among those of the same level.

"it is good!"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly looked up, his voice icy, and said:

"Uncle Jian, let's go to Blue Tyrant Academy together tomorrow and demand justice!"

Ning Fengzhi decided to try one more time. Since the Heavenly Dou Royal Family could not be relied upon, he would rely on himself!

The following morning, in Tiandou City.

As the sunlight streamed in, more and more people began to walk the streets, but soon everyone's attention was drawn to a large and impressive procession.

Ning Fengzhi, dressed in a white robe, walked at the very front with a cold expression.

Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin followed closely behind, his silver hair fluttering, his eyes sharp as blades, and the ground trembled slightly with every step he took.

Further behind, dozens of disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School stood in neat rows, their soul power surging, exuding an imposing aura.

"Those are... people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?!"

"Sword Douluo himself has taken action?!"

"Are we heading to Blue Tyrant Academy? Yesterday's events aren't over yet..."

Soul Masters and ordinary people along the way stopped and whispered among themselves. Many even secretly followed the procession, eager to witness this rare spectacle.

Soon, the gates of Blue Tyrant Academy came into view.

The disciples guarding the gate, seeing this commotion from afar, turned pale with fright and turned to run wildly into the academy, shouting as they ran, "It's terrible! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has come to our door!"

Ning Fengzhi snorted coldly, and without stopping, led everyone directly into the academy square.

Behind them, more and more passersby poured in, crowding the entire square.

Immediately, Jian Chenxin took a step forward, his sharp sword intent soaring into the sky, his soul power erupting, and his voice booming like thunder.

"Dragon God! Release this old man!"

(End of this chapter)