Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed.

"Not long ago, I destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Clan. Now, only you are left."

Ning Fengzhi subconsciously disbelieved it.

How could it be wiped out so easily?

However, another thought quickly flashed through his mind: Yang Jian had killed Gu Rong and severed Chen Xin's arm. Not long ago, he had even killed Yu Yuanzhen and two Title Douluos from the Haotian Sect. Facing two ferocious beasts, his strength was unfathomable.

Ning Feng sent a letter.

He has always been pragmatic.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Clan have both been destroyed. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan is weaker than the other two, and fighting them head-on will only lead to its demise.

"Okay, I agree."

His voice was full of weariness, like that of an old man crushed by life.

Yang Jian nodded.

"You've kept Gu Rong's death a secret all along, without letting the rest of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School know. So, none of them will be in any trouble."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

“But…” Yang Jian changed the subject, “you and Chen Xin are doomed to die today. I won’t go into the reasons, but I believe someone as smart as you should understand.”

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

Her mind went blank, and her ears were ringing.

Grandpa Bone is dead?

When did Grandpa Bone die?

Yang Jian also said that his father and Grandpa Jian were doomed to die.

There was too much information for her to process all at once.

"..."

Ning Fengzhi sat on the large chair. He understood Yang Jian's meaning; he simply felt that he and Chen Xin would avenge Gu Rong in the future.

He couldn't deny it, because ever since Gu Rong died, he had wanted to kill Yang Jian.

Every night when he closes his eyes, he dreams of Gu Rong's aged face, and of the days when they drank, chatted, and fought together.

His heart was filled with hatred, but he dared not show it, because he knew he was no match for Yang Jian.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Yang Jian.

"I have only one request."

"explain."

"Spare the others, spare Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi's voice was calm. "As long as you agree, I am willing to commit suicide."

Chen Xin nodded as well.

"I'm the same."

He already felt extremely guilty for killing Gu Rong with his own hands.

Every night when he closes his eyes, he dreams of Gu Rong's wide-open eyes and the image of his sword piercing Gu Rong's chest.

He wished it was him who had died, not Gu Rong.

Now, I finally have a chance to be free.

"do not want!"

Ning Rongrong finally realized what was happening, tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed to Ning Fengzhi's side, grabbing his arm and speaking urgently.

"Dad! What exactly happened? How did Grandpa Bone die? Why did Yang Jian want to kill you? What are you talking about?"

Ning Fengzhi remained silent.

Ning Rongrong then looked at Chen Xin.

"Grandpa Sword, tell me! What exactly happened!"

Chen Xin remained silent.

Ning Rongrong turned around, rushed to Yang Jian, grabbed his clothes, looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Yang Jian, tell me this isn’t true. You’re joking, right? How could you kill my father? How could you…”

Before she could finish speaking, a cold hand gripped her neck.

Yang Jian's hand.

Ning Rongrong's voice stopped abruptly.

Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and her pretty face changed from fair to red, then from red to purple.

She looked at Yang Jian's calm face, her eyes filled with disbelief and sadness.

She never expected Yang Jian to treat her this way. She thought there were feelings between them, and she thought he wouldn't hurt her.

But now she can't say a word, or even cry.

"Stop!" Ning Fengzhi stood up abruptly, his chair sliding backward and crashing into the wall with a loud bang. "Release Rongrong! If you want to kill someone, kill me! She's innocent!"

Chen Xin suppressed his fear and summoned the Seven Kill Sword.

The Seven Kill Sword vibrated and hummed, its blade glowing with a white light. The tip of the sword pointed to the ground, not at Yang Jian.

He didn't have the courage to point the sword at that person, but he couldn't just stand by and watch Rongrong die.

"alright."

Yang Jian looked at Ning Rongrong's face, contorted with suffocation, but felt no emotion.

He released her grip, and Ning Rongrong's body went limp, collapsing to the ground, panting heavily. There was a deep red mark on her neck, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Chapter 173 The Sky Has Collapsed

Yang Jian had indeed considered killing Ning Rongrong before, but now he was completely dominated by reason, so he just gave her a lesson casually.

Ning Rongrong is still useful. With Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin dead, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is leaderless and needs someone to step forward.

After considering all the options, Ning Rongrong is the most suitable.

She is Ning Fengzhi's daughter and the rightful heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Yang Jian turned around, his back to Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

"I will let Ning Rongrong go. You can begin."

His voice was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exchanged a glance, both seeing sorrow in each other's eyes.

They didn't believe Yang Jian, they didn't believe that the person who killed Gu Rong and destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Haotian Clan would let Ning Rongrong go.

But they dared not resist.

Ning Fengzhi is a support Soul Master with no combat ability; resisting would only mean certain death.

With his heart and mind shattered, he didn't even have the courage to face Yang Jian directly, let alone fight him.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, looked at Chen Xin, and nodded.

"Uncle Jian, let's do it."

Chen Xin's hands were trembling.

He gripped the Seven Kill Sword, its tip pointing at Ning Fengzhi's chest, but he couldn't bring himself to stab it.

He followed Ning Fengzhi for decades, watching him grow from a naive young man into the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

They went through countless ups and downs together, laughed together, cried together, and fought together.

Now, he is going to kill the child he watched grow up with his own hands.

Ning Rongrong lay on the ground, crying and shouting, "No! Yang Jian, please don't! I'll do anything you want! Don't kill my father! Don't kill Grandpa Jian!"

Yang Jian remained silent.

Ning Rongrong cried and begged Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin not to die, and to resist.

But nobody listened to her.

After a short while, Chenxin finally made a decision.

With a determined look, he thrust the Seven Kill Sword into Ning Fengzhi's chest.

The sword went in from the front and came out from the back.

Ning Fengzhi's body stiffened, his mouth opened, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.

He looked down at the sword stuck in his chest, then looked up at Chen Xin's tear-streaked face, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Uncle Jian... thank you..."

Tears welled up in Chenxin's eyes, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Ning Fengzhi turned his head and looked at Ning Rongrong lying on the ground, his voice weak and hoarse.

"Rongrong...live well...don't hate...don't seek revenge..."

His body went limp, and he slumped into the chair, motionless.

His eyes were still open, his mouth was slightly open, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

Ning Rongrong let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"father!"

Chen Xin drew the Seven Kill Sword, tears blurring his vision.

He looked up at Yang Jian's back and felt a sense of relief welling up inside him.

He owes Gu Rong his life and Ning Fengzhi a debt of gratitude that has lasted for decades.

Now, I can finally pay it back.