Deadly Crisis, The Seven Treasure Defensive Shield is Torn Apart

"Can you... as a support-type soul master, really handle this?"

Sword Douluo hesitated.

After all, he belonged to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and protecting Ning Fengzhi was his top priority.

As for Xue Qinghe's survival, that could be set aside for now.

Ning Fengzhi said with conviction, "These assassins' main goal is to kill His Highness the Crown Prince."

"They will only target the Crown Prince. Don't worry, even though I'm a support-type soul master, I can hold on for a while."

Hearing this, Sword Douluo was reassured.

He nodded solemnly and leaped toward the runaway carriage.

As the volley of arrows ceased, several masked assassins in black crept closer.

Their movements were well-coordinated and orderly.

Seeing the assassins approaching step by step, Ning Fengzhi's nerves tensed greatly.

"Father, don't be afraid."

At this moment, Ning Rongrong stepped in front of him.

"Don't be reckless! Take Ye Tian and retreat. I'll figure out a way to distract them," Ning Fengzhi urged.

However, Ning Rongrong ignored her father's words.

Silently, she retrieved two sets of Zhuge Divine Crossbows from her storage space.

She handed one to Ning Fengzhi, saying, "This was given to me by my good friend Tang San for self-defense. It's perfect for this moment."

Then she glanced at Ye Tian nearby and teasingly said to her father, "You praised him to the skies, but now, why doesn't he step forward and kill these assassins?"

Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly. "Each has their strengths. No matter how skilled Ye Tian is, fighting isn't his forte."

"This isn't the time for sarcastic remarks," he admonished.

"Hey, Ye-whatever Tian," Ning Rongrong called out casually, lifting her Zhuge Divine Crossbow. "The enemies are almost here. Why don't you hide behind us?"

"These bolts don't have eyes," she warned mockingly.

Ye Tian, indifferent to her remarks, remained silent.

Since she wanted to showcase the power of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, he decided to let her.

This way, his strength wouldn't be exposed prematurely.

He quietly moved behind Ning Fengzhi, observing the approaching enemies carefully.

At the same time, he signaled to the snipers on the villa rooftop, instructing them not to fire without his order.

Ning Rongrong began chanting an incantation.

"Seven Treasures have spirit: Strength, Speed, Soul!"

She quickly augmented the Zhuge Divine Crossbow with her support skills, greatly enhancing its power.

Ning Fengzhi wasn't idle either. He summoned his martial spirit with a grave expression.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Defend!"

He cast a defensive shield over himself, Ning Rongrong, and Ye Tian.

After these preparations, the assassins arrived.

Testing the shield, they found it utterly unyielding.

"Damn it! We've hit a steel turtle!" one of them cursed.

"Go notify the leader," he ordered.

"Understood." One assassin turned and left swiftly.

Ning Fengzhi stared at the assassins and questioned sternly, "Who are you? Why are you trying to assassinate us?"

The masked men burst into laughter.

"Are you stupid? You think I'll tell you?"

"Father, don't waste words on him!"

Ning Rongrong's pretty face turned icy as she loaded her Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

She aimed coldly at the lead assassin and pulled the trigger.

With a whoosh, the bolt silently pierced through his chest.

The assassin felt a searing heat in his chest. Looking down instinctively, his pupils dilated, and he groaned in pain.

The next moment, he collapsed.

Ye Tian, witnessing this scene, silently marveled at her ruthlessness.

This girl, he thought, was truly fierce, killing without hesitation.

Even Ning Fengzhi was momentarily surprised by his daughter's decisive action.

He hadn't expected his playful daughter to become such a capable soul master.

Since she had started, Ning Fengzhi couldn't lag behind.

He quickly used the Zhuge Divine Crossbow to eliminate several stunned assassins.

Nearby, the leader of the assassins arrived, furious upon seeing his men slaughtered.

Enraged, he unleashed his martial spirit avatar and shouted, "Everyone, listen up! Leave no one alive except Ye Tian!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Ye Tian's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Gao Yao? Did Yu Tianheng send you?"

The masked Gao Yao chuckled coldly. "Since you recognized me, I won't hide it anymore."

He tore off his mask, sneering at Ye Tian.

"You offended my young master, so you all must die!"

"Yu Tianheng? You're from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

Ning Fengzhi was shocked, his face pale.

As the leader of one of the three upper sects, he naturally knew Yu Tianheng, the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He hadn't expected that those targeting Xue Qinghe were from one of the three great sects.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, aligned with the Star Luo Empire, had indeed orchestrated this.

"Correct! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!" Gao Yao declared. "I'll show you the price of offending a great sect: death!"

With a roar, Gao Yao's Earth Dragon martial spirit expanded, attacking the defensive shield relentlessly.

His clan members coordinated, striking the shield from all directions.

Though the shield trembled under the assault, it held firm.

After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was a top-tier support martial spirit, and Ning Fengzhi, a level 79 Soul Saint, powered it.

Still, Ning Rongrong wasn't idle. She targeted an assassin's heart with her Zhuge Divine Crossbow, killing him instantly.

Gao Yao was livid, knowing the slain were elite guards of Yu Tianheng.

If more died, even capturing Ye Tian wouldn't absolve him.

He shouted angrily, "Nightingale! I hired you to fight, not to spectate!"

From all directions, eerie laughter echoed.

"You're so annoying, interrupting my appreciation of this blood-soaked beauty."

Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi felt a weight on his shoulder.

With a ripping sound, the shield was torn open.

A pale hand appeared on Ning Rongrong's neck.

A woman in black silk materialized, laughing sinisterly.

"Such a lovely girl. Her flavor must be exquisite, perfect for a Bloody Mary."

Ning Rongrong, gripped by the neck, could only let out painful whimpers, unable to speak.

(End of Chapter)

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