Chapter 18: The Confrontation with Sword Douluo

Although Ning Fengzhi did not make a move directly, his eyes were filled with coldness: "If you apologize now, perhaps we can still spare your life."

Facing the pressure from the two, Zhexian's expression remained indifferent.

He glanced at Ning Rongrong, who was hiding behind Ning Fengzhi, a flash of helplessness crossing his eyes: "Are you sure you want to listen to her one-sided story?"

Seeing Zhexian looking at her, Ning Rongrong hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to be afraid, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly; she was clearly very pleased with her own prank.

Who told you not to pay attention to me just now?

Seeing that Zhexian showed no remorse, Chen Xin was instantly consumed by rage: "Brat, you're courting death!"

Before his voice had even faded, the long sword in his hand had transformed into a streak of cold light, stabbing straight at Zhexian's chest. The sword Qi was sharp, as if it were about to tear the air apart.

Seeing this, a flash of coldness crossed Zhexian's eyes. He waved his hand lightly, and a pink petal swept across his fingertips; the petal rotated in the air, instantly turning into a barrier that blocked Chen Xin's sword Qi.

"Boom!"

The sword Qi collided with the petal, emitting a loud noise; Chen Xin's sword Qi was actually easily neutralized, while Zhexian's figure remained completely motionless.

Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed Chen Xin's eyes: "You have some skill, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant!"

Ning Fengzhi also saw that Zhexian was extraordinary, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Who exactly are you? Why did you attack my daughter?"

Zhexian said indifferently: "I never attacked her; she is the one slandering the truth and turning black into white."

Hearing Zhexian's words, Ning Rongrong became anxious and hurriedly shouted: "Daddy, Sword Grandpa, don't listen to his nonsense! He really bullied me just now!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong, then at Zhexian, feeling somewhat hesitant.

He understood his daughter and knew that she could indeed be willful and mischievous at times, but the youth before him was also of unknown origin, and his strength was unfathomable.

Chen Xin, however, did not have so many concerns; he snorted coldly: "No matter who you are, if you dare to bully Rongrong, you must pay the price!"

Having said that, he swung his sword again, the sword Qi like a rainbow, bearing down directly on Zhexian.

Seeing this, a flash of impatience crossed Zhexian's eyes.

He waved his hand lightly, and a petal swept across his fingertips again; the petal rotated in the air, instantly turning into countless pink rays of light, heading toward Chen Xin's sword Qi to meet it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sword Qi and the petals collided violently in the air, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.

Although Chen Xin's sword energy was sharp, it appeared inadequate before Zhexian's petals.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi was greatly shocked.

He had not expected that the youth before him could actually contend with Sword Douluo Chenxin, and even vaguely hold the upper hand.

"Stop!" Ning Fengzhi hurriedly shouted, "Uncle Jian, stop for now!"

Although Sword Douluo was unwilling, he still ceased his attack. He looked at Zhexian coldly, his eyes filled with vigilance.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and cupped his hands to Zhexian, saying: "Your strength is extraordinary; may I ask your name? Perhaps there is some misunderstanding regarding today's events."

Zhexian said indifferently: "I am merely a nameless person. As for whether it is a misunderstanding or not, you should ask her yourselves."

Having said that, he turned to leave.

Ning Rongrong, however, suddenly rushed to Sword Douluo's side, grabbed his sleeve, and a flash of cunning crossed her eyes, before she immediately put on a pitiful expression again and shouted loudly: "Jian Yeye, don't let him go! He... he really wanted to bully me just now!"

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, the expressions of Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin sank instantly. Although they were aware of Ning Rongrong's willfulness, seeing her so insistent, they could not help but waver.

Ning Fengzhi's brows were tightly locked, his tone carrying a hint of severity: "Rongrong, is what you said true? You must not wrongly accuse a good person."

Ning Rongrong bit her lip, a flash of guilt crossing her eyes, but she quickly returned to that pitiful appearance: "Daddy, how could I lie to you? He really bullied me just now! If you don't believe me, then I have nothing more to say!"

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Zhexian, her eyes carrying a hint of triumph, as if she were saying: "Who told you not to pay attention to me just now, see how you handle this now!"

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, a flash of coldness crossed Zhexian's eyes. He looked down at Ning Rongrong, his tone carrying a hint of mockery: "At such a young age, your ability to lie is quite something."

Ning Rongrong was choked by his words, her face turning bright red, but she still stubbornly said: "You... you're talking nonsense! I didn't lie! Daddy, Jian Yeye, hurry and catch him!"

Seeing this, Chen Xin snorted coldly, raising his long sword again, the sword energy sharp, pointing directly at Zhexian: "Brat, since Rongrong has said so, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Although Ning Fengzhi still had doubts, seeing that Chen Xin was ready to strike, he could only sigh and say to Zhexian: "Sir, if you are truly being wronged, why not come back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with us and clarify things? We will never wrongly accuse a good person."

Hearing this, the corners of Zhexian's mouth curled up slightly, carrying a hint of disdain: "Go back with you? Based on you, you think you're worthy?"

Hearing Zhexian's words, Chen Xin was instantly consumed by rage: "Arrogant! Today I will let you see what it means to have people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens!"

Before his voice had even faded, the long sword in Chen Xin's hand had transformed into a streak of cold light, bearing down on Zhexian.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, and the entire space was enveloped by sword intent.

"Since that is the case, then let us have a contest."

Zhexian slowly blew into the Jade Flute in his hand, and the petals around his body slowly spread outward under the flow of Immortal energy.

Following this, the petals came from all directions, rushing toward the long sword and wrapping around it completely.

Sword Douluo's sword Qi was wrapped layer by layer by the petals, as if it had fallen into a quagmire, gradually being worn away.

His expression changed slightly; he clearly had not expected these petals to be so hard.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi was even more shocked.

He knew his Uncle Jian's strength well; Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword was something no one in the entire continent dared to resist head-on, yet this youth before him could so easily neutralize Chen Xin's attack, which forced him to re-examine the identity of the person before him.

"Uncle Jian, be careful!" Ning Fengzhi whispered a warning, while a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda already appeared in his hand, ready to provide support at any time.

Chen Xin snorted coldly, his fighting spirit growing even stronger: "Brat, you really have some tricks! However, you might not be able to take this next sword!"

Before his voice had even faded, Chen Xin's figure suddenly disappeared; the next moment, he had already appeared behind Zhexian, his long sword carrying sharp sword energy as it stabbed straight at Zhexian's back.

However, Zhexian seemed to have anticipated this; his figure did not move, he only waved his hand lightly, and the Jade Flute drew a graceful arc in the air, the petals condensing once more to form a barrier, blocking Chen Xin's attack.

"Boom!"

The sword energy and the petals collided again, and Chen Xin's attack still failed to break through Zhexian's defense.

"Sword Douluo, nothing more than this."

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