Chapter 19: Severing Your Arm, Was I Really Wrong?

"Sword Douluo, nothing more than this." Zhexian said indifferently, his tone carrying a trace of disdain.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin's expression sank, and the anger in his heart grew even more intense. As the guardian of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, when had he ever been looked down upon like this?

"Arrogant!" Chen Xin shouted angrily, the long sword in his hand suddenly erupting with dazzling light, the sword energy transforming into a giant dragon that roared as it charged toward Zhexian.

This sword strike was Chen Xin's full-power blow; the might of his Ninth Soul Skill was enough to shake the mountains and rivers!

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi felt a shock in his heart and hurriedly shouted, "Uncle Jian, no!"

However, Chen Xin had already made his move, and the sword energy dragon, carrying an earth-shattering momentum, headed straight for Zhexian.

Zhexian watched the incoming sword energy dragon, his eyes remaining calm.

"Heaven Horned Ant Precious Technique—Extreme of Strength!"

He quickly put away the Jade Flute in his hand, and a giant Heaven Horned Ant Shadow appeared behind him.

On Zhexian's right hand, Ten Fiends Runes manifested.

Subsequently, the Heaven Horned Ant Shadow charged along with Zhexian's right fist, and a golden beam of light shot out, meeting the sword energy dragon.

The two terrifying energies collided, and the powerful shockwaves ravaged the surroundings, reducing the nearby vegetation to a mess.

Chen Xin was directly knocked back several meters. After stabilizing his body, he stared at Zhexian with an ugly expression, his gaze sharp.

As Sword Douluo, having traversed the continent for many years, he had never encountered such a young and powerful opponent.

Zhexian's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi was terrified. He hurriedly took a step forward, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand instantly bloomed with brilliant light. He shouted in a low voice, "Seven Treasures Turn Out Glazed, one for strength, two for speed, three for soul!"

Following the release of Ning Fengzhi's soul skill, the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda enveloped Chen Xin. Chen Xin's aura instantly surged, and his sword Qi became even sharper, as if even the air were being sliced apart.

"Uncle Jian, I will assist you!" Ning Fengzhi said in a deep voice, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Chen Xin nodded, his fighting spirit even more intense. He took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand erupted with dazzling light once more; the sword energy transformed into an even larger giant dragon, roaring as it charged toward Zhexian.

"Ninth Soul Skill—Sword Breaking the Firmament!"

This sword strike condensed all of Chen Xin's soul power, and with the amplification of Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, its power was enough to destroy heaven and earth!

Zhexian watched the incoming sword Qi dragon, his eyes remaining calm.

He gently raised his right hand, his fingertips tracing a profound rune. The Heaven Horned Ant Shadow appeared behind him again, and at the same time, another shadow slowly condensed—it was a True Phoenix spreading its wings to fly high, its entire body burning with fierce flames.

"Heaven Horned Ant Precious Technique—Extreme of Strength!"

"True Phoenix Precious Technique—Burning Heaven and Destroying Earth!"

Zhexian's voice was cold and majestic, as if coming from above the nine heavens.

The Heaven Horned Ant Shadow and the True Phoenix Shadow erupted simultaneously. A golden beam of light and a fierce flame intertwined, transforming into an earth-shattering torrent of energy that headed straight for Chen Xin's sword Qi dragon.

"Boom—!"

The moment the two forces collided, the entire Sunset Forest trembled.

Intense energy fluctuations swept through the surroundings; the ground split into countless bottomless ravines, and the surrounding trees were instantly reduced to powder.

Chen Xin's sword Qi dragon, in front of Zhexian's Ten Fiends Precious Technique, was like paper, collapsing instantly.

Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi were sent flying by the impact of this terrifying energy, spraying blood from their mouths as they crashed heavily to the ground.

Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword was struck by the residual energy and shattered instantly. His entire face was pale as paper, and his aura was withered to the extreme. Although Ning Fengzhi's injuries were lighter, the light of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had also dimmed significantly, clearly having suffered heavy damage.

Zhexian walked slowly toward the two, his eyes devoid of the slightest fluctuation, as if the battle just now had been nothing more than a casual gesture to him.

"I heard that Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword was peerless in the world; I didn't expect to have a slight impression after seeing it today." Zhexian said indifferently, his tone carrying a trace of disdain.

Seeing this scene, Ning Rongrong was already frightened pale. She had not expected her prank to lead to such tragic consequences. She hurriedly ran to Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi's side, her eyes full of tears: "Jian Yeye, Dad, are you alright?"

Chen Xin barely propped up his body, looking at Zhexian with a pale face, his eyes filled with wariness and fear. Ning Fengzhi also struggled to stand up, shielding Ning Rongrong behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, today's matter was our offense. Please show mercy and let Rongrong go."

Zhexian watched them with a flat gaze, no emotion visible in his eyes.

"You have your grudges, but I have no grudges in my heart. The dignified Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yet you judge good and evil, distinguish friend and foe, and view me as evil based on her words alone!"

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong felt even more guilty.

She gritted her teeth and suddenly knelt before Zhexian, crying as she said, "I'm sorry! It's all my fault! It was me who intentionally slandered you that led to this battle! If you want to punish someone, punish me. Please, I beg you to let my dad and Jian Yeye go!"

Zhexian looked down at Ning Rongrong, a trace of indifference flashing in his eyes.

He then shook his head slightly and said, "At such a young age, you have quite a lot of schemes. Do you think an apology can make up for everything? If I had been the one who was weaker, I fear it would be me who had fallen."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, tears falling incessantly: "I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong... Please, let them go..."

Zhexian was silent for a moment, then raised his hand, his fingertips tracing a strand of Immortal Qi.

The Immortal Qi was like a blade, instantly slashing toward Chen Xin.

"Ssh—!"

Chen Xin's right arm was severed by the Immortal Qi, and blood gushed out. Chen Xin let out a muffled groan, his face turning even paler, but he gritted his teeth and did not let out a scream.

"Jian Yeye!" Seeing this, Ning Rongrong cried even more sorrowfully.

Zhexian said coldly, "Severing your arm today counts as a lesson for you all. As for you—" He looked at Ning Rongrong, his tone carrying a trace of mockery, "At such a young age, your schemes are deep. I will not haggle with you today. We shall meet again."

Having said that, he turned and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly shouted, "Sir, today's matter was the fault of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If there is a need in the future, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will certainly assist with all our might!"

Zhexian paused his steps and said indifferently, "No need. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I will pay a visit myself next time."

Before his voice had faded, his figure had already disappeared into the depths of the forest, leaving only petals filling the sky drifting slowly down.

Ning Rongrong watched the direction in which Zhexian had left, her heart filled with complex emotions. She lowered her head and whispered, "Did I really do something wrong? I just wanted you to talk to me..."

PS: Please listen to the author's explanation. Zhexian's personality is not such that he would strike a girl. Although he follows the Way of Slaughter, he only seeks the essence blood of all spirits to nourish himself for a certain purpose. Moreover, he has been composed for several lifetimes and would not ruin the big picture because of a conflict before his eyes.

(Don't bash, don't bash. If you have other thoughts, you can join the book friend group in the introduction to tell the author.)

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