Chapter 135 Ning Rongrong, who has been re-established
The world inside the tower.
Tang Hao’s mangled body crashed to the ground like a rag doll , splattering a pool of glaring crimson blood.
His already severely injured internal organs were further damaged, and he groaned as he vomited another mouthful of foul blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.
"here it is ...?"
He struggled to turn his neck, his cervical spine making a cracking sound as it struggled under the strain.
Then he saw it.
Not far away, two giant boulders of ice, each three meters tall, stood on the ground. The ice was crystal clear, without any impurities, like the purest crystal, and two people were frozen inside the ice.
The man on the left was a middle-aged man with a deathly pale face and purple lips.
He was wearing a simple black robe, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were filled with terror and despair. It was Yu Xiaogang.
The one on the right , sealed off, was a pretty young girl. Her pink eyes were also wide open, staring intently in his direction, filled with fear.
It’s Xiao Wu.
Tang Hao’s heart sank.
Are they... still alive?
Before he could figure out the key to it, the light above his head suddenly dimmed.
Several huge shadows loomed over him.
Tang Hao stiffly turned his head inch by inch.
Several dragon heads were standing less than three meters in front of him.
Several pairs of eyes stared at him curiously, like children looking at a novel insect.
Dragon breath sprayed onto his face; to the left was a scorching flame breath hot enough to melt gold and fossilize, and to the right was an icy mist so cold it could freeze even the soul.
The torment of being subjected to both fire and ice caused Tang Hao’s already damaged body to convulse violently.
Hundred... thousand years... all Hundred thousand-year-old soul beasts?! And not just one?!
Tang Hao’s mind went completely blank.
What is this place?! How could that kid’s martial soul contain such a world?! And it’s even raising so many 100,000-year-old soul beasts?!
Then, an ice- blue dragon claw reached out.
Its claws were as thick as an adult’s arm , covered with diamond-like ice crystal scales. It didn’t use its claw blades, but simply flicked Tang Hao’s side with the softest knuckles on the back of its claws.
"Bang!"
Tang Hao was sent flying more than ten meters away as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram!
The crisp sound of bones breaking was clearly audible; at least three ribs were broken.
It hasn’t landed yet.
Another giant claw, covered in crimson dragon scales and wreathed in scorching steam, slapped him back from the side, like hitting a tennis ball.
"Smack!"
"Snap!"
Left arm bone... right leg bone... scapula fractured.
The five dragon beasts seemed to have found a new toy, slapping and clawing at Tang Hao like a ball, bouncing him around in the air.
Each collision was accompanied by a tooth-chilling sound of bones cracking, and Tang Hao’s suppressed, shrill screams.
"Ugh!!!"
"Stop... stop...!!"
"I... I am Clear Sky... Clear Sky Douluo...!!"
His response was another claw slapping his spine.
"Snap —!!!"
The entire spine, from the cervical vertebrae to the coccyx, was broken inch by inch!
Tang Hao lay limp on the ice like a snake with its bones removed , unable to move. Blood seeped from every pore of his body, staining the ground beneath him red.
His soul power leaked out like a burst dam. His cultivation level, originally level ninety-five, began to drop.
He lay there, slumped, his eyes staring blankly at the sky above the tower’s inner world.
It’s all that fat bastard’s fault for not being able to control his lower body... He had to mess with someone’s girlfriend...
If it weren’t for him... the little rabbit wouldn’t have been noticed... and I... I wouldn’t have provoked this monster...
It’s all that fat bastard’s fault!!!
Regret gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. If he could turn back time, he would have slapped that idiot to death the moment Ma Hongjun started flirting!
The ice dragon lowered its head, its icy blue dragon eyes reflecting Tang Hao’s battered figure. There was no pity in its eyes, only a condescending indifference.
"Okay, that’s settled then."
Her voice was clear and cold, like an icy spring, echoing across the frozen plains.
"Don’t ruin him."
Having said that, the ice dragon opened its mouth.
A burst of extremely cold white mist spewed out, instantly enveloping Tang Hao’s battered body.
Wherever the mist passed, the ice layer spread and thickened wildly, sealing him completely within a three-meter-high block of black ice in the blink of an eye.
Through the glistening ice, Tang Hao’s wide-eyed eyes could still be clearly seen.
Those eyes, once so domineering and arrogant, now held only endless regret, fear, and... a trace of longing for death that even he himself was unaware of.
The ice dragon nodded in satisfaction, flicked its tail, and turned to leave with the other dragons.
Only three ice sculptures remain, standing silently like three tombstones.
...
Small town.
Jiang Bai’s figure appeared on the street corner like a ghost. Before he even got close, he heard Ning Rongrong’s furious and shrill voice.
"How dare you! How dare you so disrespect my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
In the middle of the street, Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her hips, her pretty face flushed red, her large, bright eyes filled with anger.
She pointed at Jiang Li’er across the street, who stood with her arms crossed and looked completely indifferent, her voice trembling slightly with rage.
"And who do you think you are? Just a mere Soul Emperor, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has plenty of those! I only recruited you because I saw your talent, and you dare to humiliate my sect like this!"
She grew angrier as she spoke , seemingly forgetting the chilling aura Jiang Li’er had displayed when she crushed Zhao Wuji and forced Ma Hongjun to his death.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong felt only anger at being slighted and insulted, as well as the innate arrogance of being the young sect leader of the three upper sects.
"You’re nothing more than a Soul Emperor! Can your power and family compare to my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Do you even have a Title Douluo?!"
Jiang Li’er blinked her crimson eyes and tilted her head to think for a moment.
Title Douluo?
Uncle Di Tian and the others should be equivalent to Title Douluos in human terms, right? Jiang Bai is also a quasi-Tier Douluo...
If that’s the case... there’s more than one?
As she pondered this, a playful smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.
Seeing that Jiang Li’er was not only not intimidated, but also wore a half-smile, Ning Rongrong became even more furious.
She thought the other party was mocking the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the anger in her chest completely overwhelmed her reason.
"Don’t think you’re so great just because you’re a Soul Emperor! How dare you insult my sect! I now order you to apologize to me! Swear by your Martial Soul that you will serve me as my slave! Otherwise, I’ll have Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone kill you! And your family and all your forces behind you will not escape!"
She raised her chin, her voice full of spoiled arrogance and threat.
"Although you are very talented , I advise you to honestly apologize and swear an oath! Don’t be so arrogant if you don’t have two Title Douluos in your family! My grandfather Sword and grandfather Bone are real Title Douluos!"
At this moment, Ning Rongrong was in high spirits.
The little witch’s personality, which had been suppressed for several days at Shrek Academy , rebounded and erupted completely at this moment.
She suffered a lot of mistreatment from the moment she enrolled in school.
Yu Xiaogang ’s pretentious guidance, Ma Hongjun and Oscar’s lewd gazes, Dai Mubai’s self-righteous domineering attitude... How could she, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, have ever suffered such humiliation?
Having just witnessed Ma Hongjun’s tragic death and Zhao Wuji’s severed arm, she was actually filled with fear.
But this fear instantly transformed into a furious outburst of humiliation at Jiang Li’er’s dismissive remark ,"What is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect anyway?"
You dare look down on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?! You dare look down on me, Ning Rongrong?!
I’m going to show you what the majesty of the Three Upper Clans really means!
Jiang Li’er crossed her arms and looked at the girl in front of her who was clearly trembling with fear but still trying to act fierce. She suddenly found it a little funny.
She tilted her head , a hint of mockery flashing in her crimson eyes.
"Are you done talking?"
Those three seemingly casual words completely enraged Ning Rongrong!
"What do you mean by this?! You dare to disregard me?! Believe me or not, I’ll call Grandpa Sword and chop you into mincemeat!!"
She stomped her feet, her voice so shrill it was almost distorted.
Jiang Li’er raised the corners of her lips slightly, forming a disdainful arc.
"That means..."
She stepped forward, her high- heeled boots making a crisp"tap"sound on the stone pavement.
"Your titled Douluo grandpa, Sword Grandpa, isn’t here, right?"