Chapter 45 Navelette's swordsmanship, reaching its pinnacle?! Tang San repays kindness with enmity!
"senior?"
A somewhat noisy voice interrupted Chenxin's sudden enlightenment.
Tang San clutched the Dao Body Immortal Fruit tightly in his hand, his face bearing his signature sincerity and anxiety.
Seeing that Chen Xin was staring at the horizon without saying a word, he felt a little flustered.
Will this old guy go back on his word?
After all, it is a divine fruit that can reshape the physical body, which is like a second life even for a titled Douluo.
Tang San stepped forward and spoke again.
"Senior Chenxin, this immortal fruit is really important to Fatty."
"I know this is a bit of a stretch, but my Tang Clan still has a few peerless immortal herbs. Although they are not as good as this Dao Fruit, they are still sacred objects for strengthening the foundation and nourishing the vital energy."
"If you feel you've lost out, I'm willing to give up everything in exchange."
These words were spoken beautifully.
This not only confirmed that he had already reaped the rewards, but also demonstrated his noble character of not wanting to take advantage of others.
But who among those present couldn't see it?
You've already gripped the fruit so tightly it's sweaty, and now you're talking about exchanging it? It's just giving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School a way out, and also to shut up the gossip of the world.
Chen Xin finally came to her senses.
He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Tang San's young yet calculating face.
Is this what they call "hope"?
Is this the person Fengzhi and he are willing to support with all their might?
In the face of absolute power and realm, such petty thoughts seem so laughable and ugly.
Chen Xin did not respond to Tang San's words.
He simply turned his head and looked at Ning Rongrong, who was standing to the side.
That girl he watched grow up and doted on to the core.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong was looking down, her shoulders trembling slightly.
She didn't dare to look up.
She dared not look at Chen Xin's empty right sleeve.
She dared not look into Chen Xin's eyes, which seemed to see right through people.
She is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and a member of the Shrek Seven Devils.
Between the two, she chose the latter.
Or rather, she chose Tang San.
"Rongrong".
Chen Xin called out softly.
Ning Rongrong's body trembled violently, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.
She suddenly raised her head, but quickly avoided Chenxin's gaze and looked elsewhere.
Her voice was choked with emotion, yet it carried a cruel resolve.
"Grandpa Jian...you should go now."
"This place...this place is no longer worth your continued protection."
These words struck Chen Xin's heart like a heavy hammer.
It was a pain ten thousand times worse than the pain of losing an arm.
Wasn't it worth it?
yes.
The sect prioritizes its own interests, even at the cost of sacrificing the dignity and future of its guardian deity.
Such a sect is truly not worth it.
Chen Xin then turned her gaze to Ning Fengzhi.
This sect leader, who was always known for his refined manners, was now facing away from him, looking at the battlefield outside Jialing Pass, as if something there was particularly attractive to him.
But Chenxin saw it very clearly.
Ning Fengzhi's back trembled slightly.
That was guilt.
But it is also a silent acquiescence.
In Ning Fengzhi's heart, the continuation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is more important than anything else, and Tang San is the guarantee of that continuation.
Therefore, sacrificing a crippled Sword Douluo is an acceptable price to pay.
"Oh."
Chen Xin smiled.
The laugh was very soft.
It was as light as a withered leaf falling in autumn.
But the light in his eyes became purer than ever before at that moment.
That was the clarity that came after severing all ties.
"good."
"In that case, we're even."
Chen Xin did not say another word.
He did not ask for the soul bone and immortal herb that Tang San had promised.
Because those things are dirty.
He suddenly turned around and faced the direction of Tianshui City.
There, a sword intent was calling to him.
That was the place where a pure swordsman like him should go.
call--
A gust of wind blew by.
Chen Xin's empty right sleeve fluttered in the wind, appearing both striking and dashing.
Once, this severed arm was a thorn in his side and a deficiency in his strength.
But now.
He thought this was a good idea.
He was penniless and had nothing to his name.
Only the sword in one's heart points directly to the Great Dao.
"Take care, and don't bother seeing me out."
With a light touch of his toes, Chen Xin transformed into a sharp sword light and soared into the sky.
Target: Tianshui City!
Watching Chen Xin's resolute departure, a flash of red light appeared in Tang San's eyes.
The sincerity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an extreme gloom.
They've left?
They're leaving already?
Holding the prototype of the Seven Killing Divine Sword, a super artifact, he was still at the peak of level 97.
If he were to defect to Tianshui City or the Spirit Hall...
That would be a catastrophe for Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect!
This person must not be allowed to live!
Just as Tang San was about to make a move, a beautiful figure suddenly blocked his way.
Ning Rongrong clung tightly to Tang San's sleeve, her tear-streaked face filled with pleading.
"Third Brother! No!"
"Please, please let Grandpa Sword go!"
"He gave you all his Dao Fruits; he has nothing left!"
"For my sake, please don't lay a hand on him, okay?"
Ning Rongrong knows Tang San too well.
She understood the killing intent in Tang San's eyes.
Tang San took a deep breath, and his gentle expression returned to his face.
He reached out and gently wiped away Ning Rongrong's tears.
"Rongrong, what are you saying?"
"Senior Chenxin is your family, so he is my family too."
"I'm overjoyed that he's going to pursue the way of the sword, why would I lay a hand on him?"
"Don't worry, I, Tang San, am definitely not the kind of ungrateful person who repays kindness with enmity."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and collapsed into Tang San's arms.
But she didn't see it.
The moment she lowered her head, Tang San looked over her shoulder and gazed at a dark corner in the distance.
There was no one there.
But Tang San knew that someone was there.
His father, Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao.
Tang San's eyes were cold. He nodded slightly and made a subtle gesture as if he were slitting his throat.
The air in that corner distorted slightly.
A domineering aura, carrying a strong stench of blood, vanished silently from the spot.
To cut the grass, you must remove the roots.
This is one of the general outlines of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record.
...
Tianshui City.
The performance that amazed the entire continent has come to an end.
But the atmosphere inside the city lord's mansion remained frozen.
Di Tian stood in the courtyard, his golden vertical pupils still filled with lingering shock.
As the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, who lived for 890,000 years, he was the most ferocious beast in the world.
He had witnessed the methods of too many powerful people.
Even the Dragon God of yesteryear, even those first-level gods of the God Realm.
But he had never seen such an... elegant sword.
Yes, elegant.
That wasn't a battle; that was composing a symphony.
"Lord Navelette."
Di Tian took a deep breath, his tone filled with an unprecedented sense of awe.
"I never imagined that your skill in swordsmanship would also reach such a pinnacle."
"That sword strike just now stirred up the power of heaven and earth, turning the formless into the tangible. At this level, I'm afraid even the so-called Sword Douluo in this world isn't worthy of carrying your shoes."
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