Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 294 Father-Daughter Relationship Collapses, Ning Rongrong Gets Slapped
"Zheng——"

Suddenly, the air became heavy and oppressive.

Jian Chenxin knew that if things were exposed and Yu Luomian was alive, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would be doomed. Given Yu Xiaolie's vengeful nature, he would never let them off easily. If Yu Luomian was dead, as long as he stubbornly denied it, at least Ning Fengzhi would have less trouble.

In dire straits, after his sword heart shattered the last time, Jian Chenxin once again unleashed the Seven Kill Sword Intent. Although it was far inferior to what he had done before, it was still unleashed with the strength of a level 96 peak Douluo, and its attack power should not be underestimated.

With a flick of his wrist, Jian Chenxin unleashed a chilling sword aura that shot towards Yu Luomian's throat like a venomous snake's tongue.

The sword was so fast that it left no afterimage, yet it abruptly stopped three inches from its target.

A fine blue-purple lightning net suddenly appeared in front of Yu Luomian's neck, and the sword energy struck it, producing a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

Jian Chenxin's pupils contracted. Apart from Yu Xiaolie, there was no one else present who could block the lightning power of his sword energy.

His expression was solemn as he looked at Yu Xiaolie, only to see Yu Xiaolie stroll forward leisurely and say, "Jian Chenxin, you kidnapped my daughter and then silenced my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan right in front of me?"

Even if Yu Luomian betrays his promise, he is still a traitor to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. As for his life, it should be taken by Yu Xiaolie, the current sect leader.

But Jian Chenxin's actions clearly solidified his position as the perpetrator of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Jade Luo Crown's crimes.

Yu Xiaolie knew all of this, Bibi Dong knew it, Ning Fengzhi knew it, but the rest of the world did not. So Yu Xiaolie made a big fuss and announced it to the world!

Then he glanced at the jade crown, his gaze falling directly on Ning Fengzhi.

“Ning Fengzhi,” Yu Xiaolie’s voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the square, “The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was able to turn even the former second-in-command of the Blue Lightning School against them. It seems that they have done quite a few petty thefts over the years.”

Suddenly the whole place was in an uproar.

"Clang—" Yu Xiaolie condensed a burst of spiritual power and shot it straight towards Ning Fengzhi.

Seeing this, Jian Chenxin could not sit still any longer. He immediately put down Shui Bing'er, whom he had kidnapped, and turned around to block Yu Xiaolie's mental attack.

Bang-!
Jian Chenxin's face turned from white to green. He originally wanted to silence them to protect the Seven Treasures Sect, but Yu Xiaolie exposed his weakness in public, and now he was in a dilemma.

But when he saw Ning Fengzhi's pale face, the Seven Kill Sword suddenly hummed—from the moment he kidnapped Shui Bing'er, he had no intention of leaving alive. At this moment, his desperate determination caused the long-dormant sword intent to subtly boil.

"Fengzhi! Let's go!"

Jian Chenxin suddenly roared, and nine soul rings swirled around him, with the seventh soul ring exploding with blinding light.

Almost the instant the Seven Kill Sword manifested its true form, the ground of the entire Papal Square began to crack, and countless pebbles defied gravity and floated up, only to turn into dust the moment they touched the sword energy.

"Seven Kill Domain!" Even more astonishingly, he began to burn his soul power. The soul power of a level 96 peak Douluo was like fuel meeting fire, with pale golden flames rising around him.

His white hair stood on end amidst the raging energy, and his once gentle eyes were now filled with chilling killing intent—he was willing to burn his life force to buy Ning Fengzhi time to escape.

As Yu Xiaolie watched this scene, he made a fist with his right hand, and a heavy sword with a dark red body slowly emerged from the void.

The crimson patterns swirling around the sword seemed to writhe like living things. The moment the Asura Demon Sword appeared, the central square in front of the Papal Palace instantly turned chilly.

It's not the coldness on the surface of the body, but the chill that comes from the depths of the heart.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Divine and Demonic Slash!" Jian Chenxin's voice was hoarse with burning soul power and life force. The Seven Kill Sword split into two phantoms—one like a god with lowered eyebrows, and the other like a demon with fangs. The two sword energies intertwined into a spiral and strangled Yu Xiaolie.

Yu Xiaolie chuckled, and the third blood-red soul ring on the Asura Demon Sword lit up. Then, he simply made a casual horizontal slash.

There was no dazzling light, only a thin, blood-red arc of light as thin as a cicada's wing that swept across the air. Yet, the moment it touched the "Divine and Demonic Slash," it shattered Jian Chenxin's sword energy like glass. Before the onlookers could react, a blinding light erupted from the center of the collision, forcing everyone to close their eyes.

The next second, a terrifying shockwave ripped off half of the square's paving stones, sending rubble and dust billowing into the sky and shrouding the entire square in a gray haze.

All the academy disciples present used their soul power to resist the aftershocks, but they were still scratched on the skin by the sharp sword energy.

On the VIP platform, Qian Renxue was stunned by Yu Xiaolie's terrifying strength. She mechanically turned her head to look at Bibi Dong, muttering, "Sister Dong'er, he's so handsome..."

Bibi Dong didn't respond, her eyes fixed on Yu Xiaolie, muttering to herself, "I knew it all along..."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Jian Chenxin's left arm was severed at the shoulder. Instead of blood gushing from the cut, it was enveloped in a crimson mist, within which his remaining sword intent lingered, gradually dissipating as his soul power burned.

At this moment, Yu Xiaolie stood in mid-air with his sword in one hand. A drop of crystal-clear blood was dripping from the tip of the Asura Demon Sword, which contained the essence of Jian Chenxin.

It contains not only his sword intent, but also his vitality...

"Uncle Jian!" Ning Fengzhi finally broke down. The usually elegant Seven Treasures Sect Master's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

Jian Chenxin, using his last ounce of strength, locked his gaze on Ning Fengzhi and forced his voice into a crescendo with his soul power: "Fengzhi... take Rongrong and run... don't let me... die in vain..."

Ning Fengzhi's tears flowed freely. He looked at Jian Chenxin's swaying figure, then at Ning Rongrong who was still crying, and suddenly gritted his teeth.

"Rongrong! Let's go!" He suddenly grabbed his daughter's wrist.

But Ning Rongrong refused to leave, "No! Grandpa Sword—Shrek family—"

Sudden.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out in the mist, abruptly stopping Ning Rongrong's cries. Ning Fengzhi had delivered a slap with his backhand.

Ning Rongrong was stunned. She had never been hit by her father before. Her cheeks burned with pain. She stood there dumbfounded for a while before tears welled up in her eyes again.

"You still dare to mention Shrek Academy?" Ning Fengzhi's voice seemed to have been squeezed out of hell, his usual gentle and refined mask shattered completely, and he slapped her on the other side of her face.

"If you hadn't been constantly calling yourself part of the Shrek family, would Uncle Jian have kidnapped Shui Bing'er to save you? Would things have come to this?!"

Ning Rongrong never expected that her good father would slap her twice!
Those two slaps were like knocking the soul out of Ning Rongrong's body. She looked into her father's bloodshot eyes, which contained anger, despair, and a madness she had never seen before.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She could only let Ning Fengzhi roughly drag her away, staggering as they disappeared into the shadows behind the back door.

Meanwhile, no one noticed in the chaotic smoke and dust.

A one-armed figure wrapped in a tattered black robe swept across the edge of the battlefield like a ghost, wading through the rubble with his single leg. Tang Hao used his crippled left hand to grab Tang San by the back of his collar.

The moment Tang San's gaze pierced through the mist and he saw his father clearly, his heart felt as if it had been gripped by an icy hand—his father's empty left sleeve fluttered in the wind, his right leg disappeared from its root, and his once upright body was now just a skeleton, with hideous scars faintly visible on the skin beneath his black robe.

"Dad...how did you become like this?"

Tang Hao didn't turn around, his tone unusually urgent: "Never mind that! Come with me!"

(End of this chapter)