Chapter Thirty-Six: Misunderstanding

Xu Sheng, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly sensed two powerful auras. He slowly opened his eyes, his expression cold and sharp. "Hmm? Two individuals with formidable auras are approaching. Could it be Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo?"

The next moment, he narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "No... that's not right! These two are even stronger than them!"

To be stronger than Chrysanthemum and Ghost, and to be here in the Heaven Dou Empire...

Without needing to guess, Xu Sheng glanced toward Ning Rongrong, who was absorbing a spirit ring with cold sweat beading on her forehead.

If that were the case, he should leave first to avoid any unnecessary complications.

Xu Sheng slowly lowered his head and picked up his dagger. Before he could even put it away, a voice rang out.

"Rongrong's aura vanished right here!"

From behind the woods, two figures surged forward and came to a sudden halt. It was Chen Xin and Gu Rong. As they scanned the surroundings, their eyes immediately landed on Ning Rongrong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground absorbing her spirit ring.

"It really is Rongrong!" Gu Rong exclaimed with delight.

The heavy stone in Chen Xin’s heart finally dropped. He sighed in relief, "Phew... thank goodness Rongrong is safe. Otherwise, I would never have forgiven Fengzhi for this!"

They walked to Ning Rongrong’s side and examined her meticulously, fearing they might find traces of injury. While they were busy checking on her, the expression on Xu Sheng’s face, standing nearby, gradually stiffened. He looked at the dagger in his hand that he hadn't yet put away, sensing that trouble was brewing.

Leaving now would surely draw attention, but staying meant being noticed sooner or later.

Before he could overthink it, the icy gazes of Gu Rong and Chen Xin shifted toward him.

A wave of intense chill flickered in Chen Xin’s eyes as he demanded angrily, "You, boy! Who are you? Why are you here?"

Xu Sheng took a step back, wearing an awkward but polite smile. He quickly dropped the dagger to the ground and hurriedly explained, "That... I was just protecting her while she cultivated."

Gu Rong stared at the dagger lying on the ground and sneered, "Protecting her? Boy, then what is that dagger in your hand for?"

Did this brat think they were fools, despite being two battle-hardened Title Douluo? Who protects someone while holding a dagger? This boy clearly had malicious intentions toward their Rongrong!

Chen Xin chuckled coldly from the side. "So, the entire continent has decided that my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan is easy to bully, has it? Even an unknown junior dares to lay a hand on our Rongrong!"

Since he harbored murderous intent toward their Rongrong, he could no longer be blamed for disregarding his status and striking at a junior.

With the grace of an immortal, Chen Xin flicked his sleeve, and a sword radiating endless killing intent solidified in his palm. It was his martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword!

Nine spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—slowly appeared beneath his feet. He was, indeed, a terrifying Title Douluo.

Chen Xin raised his sword, the sharp blade pointing directly at Xu Sheng’s head. "Boy! Are you prepared to die?"

Seeing that Chen Xin was about to strike, Xu Sheng’s heart grew tense. Just as Chen Xin was about to swing his sword, Gu Rong reached out to stop him. He shot a cold glance at Xu Sheng before saying to Chen Xin, "Rongrong needs quiet. Drag this boy somewhere else to deal with him, so we don't disturb her absorption."

Chen Xin narrowed his eyes, nodded, and stared at Xu Sheng with a naked threat. "Boy, are you going to follow us yourself, or do I have to drag you?"

Xu Sheng felt a flicker of annoyance. These two Title Douluo were acting with reckless abandon. Even Xu Sheng found them quite insufferable. However, he glanced at Ning Rongrong once more. She was in the final, most critical stage of absorbing the spirit ring.

He silently shook his head and thought to himself, "Forget it..."

...

Watching the calm Xu Sheng across from him, a hint of surprise flashed in Chen Xin’s heart. Upon seeing a Title Douluo like himself, this boy hadn't shown a shred of fear, or even shock!

This boy...

Chen Xin plunged his Seven Kill Sword into the ground and said domineeringly, "Boy, if you have any last words, I’ll give you ten seconds!"

If he wanted to kill Xu Sheng, it would be a trivial matter. Giving him ten seconds to speak was his final mercy toward a junior. Though, it wouldn't stop him from killing him afterward!

Xu Sheng’s eyes grew cold. "Last words? I have no interest in such things!"

He realized there was no point in explaining; even if he did, Chen Xin would only view it as a desperate lie. Since they were going to fight sooner or later, then... let's give it a try!

Since awakening his martial soul, he had never fought against a fellow Title Douluo. A battle at this level might just be the pressure he needed to find an opening to break through to level 92! Even if it was extremely dangerous...

...

Having made up his mind, Xu Sheng stopped holding back. He slowly extended his arm, and the blood-red Nine Heart Begonia bloomed in his palm, staining the surrounding woods with a chilling crimson glow.

Seeing Xu Sheng release his martial soul instead of speaking, Chen Xin raised a white eyebrow. "Oh? You’re releasing your spirit, planning a final struggle?"

A faint smirk played on Xu Sheng’s lips as the Nine Heart Begonia fully manifested. One by one, pitch-black spirit rings emerged beneath his feet.

First ring!
Third ring!
Sixth ring!
Ninth ring!

They were nine perfectly uniform, ten-thousand-year spirit rings!

Chen Xin could no longer remain calm. He stared at Xu Sheng’s rings with wide, shocked eyes. "What!!! This boy actually possesses nine spirit rings! A powerhouse at the level of a Title Douluo, just like me!!!"

And all nine were ten-thousand-year rings! Such a terrifying configuration far surpassed his own. He imagined that no one on the entire continent could ever achieve this!

Chen Xin clutched his tight chest, feeling a sense of suffocation. His stable state of mind, honed over decades, began to waver. He thought to himself, "How is this possible! He is clearly a child not even fifteen years old, yet he has already reached the Title Douluo realm!"

Xu Sheng looked at the dazed Chen Xin, knowing he had successfully shaken him. He had been annoyed by the man's attitude earlier, so he certainly wouldn't let him feel comfortable now. He had to take this opportunity to deflate Chen Xin’s ego. After all, for someone who took sixty or seventy years to reach the Title Douluo realm to encounter a child who had achieved it at such a young age—this was no longer a matter of hard work, but true, undeniable talent!

Xu Sheng took a step forward and said coldly, "Junior Xu Sheng, level 91 Title Douluo! Please, enlighten me!!"