Chapter 279
Grandpa Sword! Slow down! Don't rush!
"Thank you all for your hard work."
Ning Rongrong nodded to the guards, her tone softening somewhat, but still retaining the aloofness of someone in a superior position.
"The summons has been issued; this is no ordinary matter. You can remain on guard around the perimeter. I will explain the specific reasons in person when my father and two grandfathers arrive."
She didn't want to repeat Flander's despicable thoughts, as that would only hurt her again and show contempt for the sect's power.
She wanted to wait for Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone to arrive in person, so they could see with their own eyes how this so-called Dean was scheming against the heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!
The guard leader immediately accepted the order.
"Yes! I will obey your orders, Miss!"
With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen guards retreated as if blending into the night, their figures disappearing into the shadows of the trees and buildings surrounding the playground. However, the cold sense of surveillance was omnipresent, firmly locking onto Flander and the others, forming an invisible cage.
The air was thick with a suffocating sense of waiting.
Time passed in deathly silence, and every minute and every second was torture for Flander.
He curled up on the ground, feeling that even the cold ground could not dispel the chill seeping into his bones; the shadow of death had never been so real.
Dai Mubai stood to one side, feeling the invisible pressure in the air, and looking at the distraught Flander and Lin Xia and Zhu Zhuqing who were "protected" by an invisible force in the distance. He felt a mix of emotions.
Shrek has truly changed.
Just as this oppressive silence was about to crush Flander completely—
"boom--!"
An unimaginable, terrifying pressure poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, suddenly enveloping the entire Shrek Academy!
The sky seemed to suddenly become incredibly heavy, the air thick and sticky like solidified glue, making even breathing extremely difficult.
An invisible sword aura filled the surroundings, carrying a cold will to sever all things and extinguish life!
"Clang—!"
A clear and resonant sword cry, seemingly capable of cleaving through the soul, came from afar, like a dragon's roar piercing the night sky!
Immediately following, a thunderous roar, filled with boundless rage and terrifying power, resounded deep within everyone's souls like divine punishment.
"Who dares to bully my granddaughter, Chen Xin?! They're asking for death!!!"
As soon as the words fell, a dazzling sword light, so bright it was impossible to look directly at, shot down from the distant horizon like lightning tearing through the night!
The sword light was pure, condensed, and contained a terrifying intent to cut through everything; its speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive!
Before the sword light fell, the chilling sword intent had already arrived!
"Pfft!"
Flander, who was lying on the ground, was pressed into the soil by the overwhelming pressure of the sword intent. His internal organs felt like they were about to be crushed, and he couldn't even groan. Only endless fear overwhelmed all his senses.
Dai Mubai groaned, his body feeling as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer. He staggered back several steps, his face deathly pale, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with a despairing horror!
Is this the power of a Title Douluo?!
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils constricted sharply, and her body instinctively arched like a cat with its fur standing on end. Even Lin Xia's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible glint as she muttered to herself.
"Such pure Seven Kill Sword Intent... Is this the top-tier swordsmanship titled Douluo of the continent...?"
The Tyranitar beside him seemed to sense a powerful threat, letting out a low, suppressed roar, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The dazzling sword light suddenly stopped in the air above the playground, and the light dissipated, revealing two figures.
The leader was tall and imposing, dressed in a spotless white robe, with snow-white hair. He looked to be only about thirty years old, exceptionally handsome, but his eyes were like those carved from ancient ice, sharp and cold, containing a sharpness that could see through all illusions!
He showed no trace of soul power, yet he was like a divine sword that could cleave the sky when drawn, naturally exuding a terrifying sword intent that made the world pale in comparison!
Just by standing there, the space seemed to be distorted and torn apart because of him!
He didn't hold a sword in his hand, but everyone could feel that he himself was the sharpest sword in the world—the swordsman Chen Xin!
Half a step behind him, Ning Fengzhi's figure also appeared. He was still wearing that white robe, and his gentle and refined face was now covered with a layer of cold frost. Deep in his gentle eyes was an extreme amount of suppressed anger and concern.
Although his powerful auxiliary soul energy fluctuations were not as sharp and obvious as Chen Xin's sword intent, they were like a bottomless sea, vast and boundless, silently supporting the sword energy in front of him that could cut through everything.
Chen Xin's gaze was like two solid, cold sword beams, instantly sweeping across the entire scene, passing over Flander, who was sprawled in the mud like a dead dog, and over Dai Mubai, who was horrified.
Finally, the image that remained fixed in the center of the field was that of his beloved granddaughter, Ning Rongrong, whose eyes instantly welled up with tears the moment she saw him. She could no longer suppress the complex emotions of grievance, fear, and dependence that surged forth like a flood.
"Rongrong!"
Ning Fengzhi's voice was filled with urgency and heartache.
Chen Xin's voice, cold enough to freeze the soul, carrying a raging fury capable of overturning the entire academy, rang out once more, its target Flander.
"Flander! You damned fool! It was you who—bullied my granddaughter?!"
Flander felt as if the whole world was being twisted and collapsed under that terrifying pressure. He was instantly deprived of his breath, and his internal organs seemed to be squeezed and crushed by an invisible giant hand, almost bursting into a cloud of blood mist in the next second.
He couldn't even scream. His body had completely lost its bone-like strength, and his already limp body sank even deeper into the cold soil with a "plop," kicking up tiny specks of dust.
On that face, covered in snot, tears, and dirt, only the most primal, extreme fear of death remained.
The crystal glasses hung askew on one ear, the lenses shattered, revealing a pair of eyes wide with terror, almost bulging out.
His pupils were unfocused and dilated, leaving only boundless despair.
He was like a fish stranded under the scorching sun, dying, futilely moving his lips, only able to utter a series of weak "hoarse" sounds.
His entire body was convulsing and trembling uncontrollably. Sweat, tears, snot, and dirt mingled on his face, forming a filthy mess that was nauseating to behold.
He didn't even dare to look up at Chen Xin, who was like a sword hanging overhead. He could only instinctively use his last bit of will to survive to stare intently at the figure in the center of the field—Ning Rongrong—who was the only one who might bring him a glimmer of hope.
That look in his eyes was filled with the most humble plea, like a dying beast begging a hunter to spare its life, pitifully desperate.
To everyone's surprise, just before Chen Xin's devastating sword intent was about to completely lock onto Flander and crush him into dust, Ning Rongrong's clear yet exceptionally firm voice rang out again:
"Grandpa Sword! Slow down! Don't rush!" (End of Chapter)