Chapter 69: Ning Seventh Lord

Seven Treasure Glass Sect, after the Clear Sky Sect went into seclusion, has quietly begun to show the momentum of the world's number‑one great sect.

Ning Ning possesses the Ruyi Tower Martial Soul, can become a core disciple of the sect, and then will have status and position; why bother exhausting oneself over a mere eight‑thousand Gold Soul Coins?

"You don't understand." Ning Ning shook her head.

…

Ke Xi returned home with two Soul Masters; the moment he stepped into the main hall, he saw a scene beyond imagination.

His father, elder uncle, third uncle… even the oldest generation, his grandfather, were all kneeling on the ground, trembling.

On the main seat sat a kindly‑looking middle‑aged man; he was merely drinking tea, yet the atmosphere made Ke Xi's legs go weak and collapse to the floor.

Clack!

From behind came two bone‑cracking sounds; a Black-clothed Person had appeared behind him, and the two Soul Kings that had been following were snapped off at the neck.

"Ning… Ning Qi Ye, this… this is the child." Ke Zi knelt on the ground, his speech stumbling.

He had just personally witnessed the director of the Fia Soul Master Academy have a leg brutally broken.

Hanging above the main hall were seven bodies, each subjected to torture, with no intact part; beneath the blood‑smeared wounds the bones were clearly visible.

Especially their mouths, as if someone had ripped them open forcefully.

"You're bold!" was all he said, lightly.

The hearts of every member of the Ke family rose to their throats.

If they utter a single wrong word, the Ke family might vanish from Fikesi City tonight.

Bang—

Psshh—

Jiers, thrown onto the ground, spat out another mouthful of fresh blood; he had just withstood a palm strike, his internal organs shattered.

Ke Xi instinctively looked and saw that the one tossed onto the ground like trash was the director of the Fia Soul Master Academy, a Seven‑ring Soul Saint, discarded as garbage.

"Seven… Seventh Lord, I don't know when I ever offended you." Jiers said humbly.

The blue‑clothed man who threw Jiers to the ground then returned to Ning Qi Ye's side; dealing with a Seven‑ring Soul Saint was effortless for him.

"Unclear? Then you may die." Ning Qi Ye said coolly.

"I understand, I understand, I deserve to die, I deserve to die." Jiers hurriedly said, his head banging heavily against the floor.

When he was thrown into the main hall, he saw the seven hanging bodies and quickly sensed something was wrong; he had hoped to bluff his way through, but the opponent didn't buy it at all.

Since you're unclear, you have no reason to exist.

If Tie Li were here, he would recognize two of the seven—they were precisely the opponents from the first Team Duel at the Great Soul Battle Arena.

Ning Qi Ye raised his hand, stopping the blue‑clothed man.

He turned his head toward Ke Xi, awaiting his answer; his patience was limited.

"I should die; I was blind, I shouldn't have harbored twisted thoughts."

Clap—clap—clap!

Ke Xi, still not seeing clearly, thought dignity meant nothing compared to his life, and while speaking, slapped his own face.

Ning Qi Ye simply stared at him, the patience in his eyes seeming to fade.

Ke Xi's complexion changed drastically; he steadied his trembling body, rose, let out a roar, and slammed his right arm hard against a pillar in the main hall.

The sound of bones cracking rang clearly; one strike wasn't enough, then a second, a third… until his arm was completely ruined, hanging like a noodle before him.

"Still… not enough?"

Ke Xi dared not ask; he had no such authority.

With the right arm gone, adding the left would render both arms useless; he would become practically a cripple.

The members of the Ke family breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts; they dared not entertain any other thoughts, even Ke Xi's father kept his head bowed low.

They had many sons; losing one while still having seven or eight left, exchanging one son for the whole family's lives, was worth it.

Jiers looked at Ke Xi, who seemed no different from a madman, and felt a chill rise within him.

…

Tie Li suddenly halted his steps.

"Discovered?"

"I was so careful, yet he still discovered me."

Three figures appeared, blocking Tie Li's path.

"Kid, don't think about escaping; you won't get away."

The leading blond elder said, and seven Soul Rings floated beneath him.

Two yellow, three purple, two black!

To think it's a Soul Saint— a Soul Saint daring to confront me?

Tie Li was bewildered, recalling recent events; he seemed not to have offended any powerful figure.

"If you can defeat me, you may leave; otherwise you'll die here. Ning Qi Ye doesn't like waste."

A young man emerged from the left, and four Soul Rings appeared on his body.

Two yellow, two purple!

The optimal Soul Ring Configuration: Four‑ring Soul Ancestor.

From the start, Tie Li had no choice but to follow their rules.

Tie Li was about to speak when the blond elder cut him off.

"Kid, don't think about bargaining; you have no right to do so now."

Now Tie Li has only one option: defeat the Four‑ring Soul Ancestor before him.

The opponent is a realm higher; to overcome them, one must strike unexpectedly.

Tie Li suddenly surged, the First Soul Ring and Third Soul Ring lit up simultaneously.

"You…" the Four Ring Soul Ancestor was taken aback; he hadn't expected Tie Li to suddenly go on the offensive.

The old man beside him saw this, did not intervene, but stepped back, leaving the battlefield to them.

The Four Ring Soul Ancestor immediately entered martial soul possession; golden carapace emerged from his body, enveloping him like golden armor, and his physique under the armor became solid and robust.

But Tie Li's attack had already reached his front.

The Second Soul Ring lit up again; with the boost of the First Soul Technique and the amplification of the Third Soul Technique, the Thunder Strike's damage became terrifyingly high.

Tie Li wanted to seize the advantage by catching him off guard.

Boom

Thunder Strike fell, the Third Soul Ring on the Four Ring Soul Ancestor lit up, the golden armor shimmered with a layer of golden light, forming a thick protective shield.

"Xiao You's combat experience is too poor; his Soul Power Level exceeds this kid's, yet he still let him gain the upper hand," the gold‑haired elder sighed.

Tie Li's full‑force strike cracked a fissure in his protective shield, but Tie Li suddenly felt the strain.

The Four Ring Soul Ancestor still assumed Tie Li would keep attacking ferociously, but the next hammer's power was no more than the just‑used Second Soul Technique.

Out of strength?

The Four Ring Soul Ancestor was puzzled, wanting to first observe the situation.

Another hammer fell, its power a bit greater than before, yet insufficient to harm himself.

When the third hammer fell, he frowned, not understanding why Tie Li didn't use the previously strong soul technique, which was so formidable.

Fourth hammer, fifth time…

Only after reacting did he realize something was wrong.

(End of chapter)