Chapter 60: A Match of Equals!

Ning Rongrong’s gaze sharpened slightly as she walked over, looking somewhat aggrieved and irritated. "Xu Sheng, are you leaving just like that? Or do you hate me this much?"

Xu Sheng wanted to explain, but he found that under the lingering influence of the Nine Heart Begonia, he had no idea what to say.

After a moment of silence, with a completely expressionless face, he said, "No, I have other matters to attend to. I have already erased their memories; you are safe here!"

Furthermore, outside of Shrek Academy, besides the Clear Sky School’s Sword Douro from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, there was also an even more terrifying figure—Tang San's father, Tang Hao!

It was impossible that the two of them had not noticed everything that had just happened...

Seeing that Xu Sheng didn't even care to offer an explanation...

Ning Rongrong suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, a mist of tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, yet her gaze remained resolute. "Xu Sheng, don't you have even a shred of affection for me?"

Tang San raised an eyebrow nearby. "Oh no, oh no, Sheng-ge is about to crash and burn this time! But what kind of state is their relationship in anyway? Although it looks like Sheng-ge and Ning Rongrong care about each other, they don't look like a couple at all."

It rather resembled his own relationship with Xiao Wu, though by comparison, he and Xiao Wu were much closer.

Immediately afterward, his gaze softened affectionately as he looked at Xiao Wu, who was leaning against his arm...

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"Rongrong, I do indeed harbor some fondness for you in my heart..." Xu Sheng looked at Ning Rongrong's heartbreaking expression, unable to bear the thought of hurting her...

At that moment, Ning Rongrong said with a hint of a sob, "Then can't you give me a definite answer? I have already waited for three years, but that doesn't mean I want to wait another second! Xu Sheng, have you ever truly loved me?"

Xu Sheng pressed his thin lips together. Not knowing what else to do, he silently reached out and gently stroked Ning Rongrong's head...

However, he genuinely held no romantic feelings for her whatsoever...

On the other hand, seeing this familiar gesture from Xu Sheng, the eyes that had already brimmed with tears suddenly flickered with a glimmer of hope...

Yet, Xu Sheng slowly withdrew his hand and coldly turned his back to her. "I'm sorry, Rongrong, I have always only regarded you as a younger sister..."

Receiving such a cold response from Xu Sheng, Ning Rongrong's expression froze instantly. The next moment, she quietly lowered her head...

With his back turned to Ning Rongrong, Xu Sheng raised his head to look at the woods ahead, then said indifferently, "I'm leaving, Rongrong, take care of yourself!"

With that, he turned and left without looking back...

The next instant, Ning Rongrong, who had been desperately fighting back her vulnerability in front of Xu Sheng, finally could hold back no longer. She slumped forward, buried her face in her hands, and burst into bitter tears...

Watching the grieving Ning Rongrong, even though it had nothing to do with him, Tang San felt a pang in his chest...

Silently sighing, Tang San thought, "Isn't Sheng-ge being a bit too ruthless? But wasn't he always very approachable before? What on earth made him turn into this?"

Xiao Wu, who had been leaning against his arm in silence all this while, slowly spoke up, "It's his martial soul!"

Prompted by this hint, Tang San instantly realized, "Xiao Wu, you mean to say that Sheng-ge's martial soul has affected him?"

"Mn." Having uttered this single syllable, Xiao Wu shrank back and said nothing more...

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Deep within the grove, Sword Douro Chen Xin cursed bitterly, "Damn it, the brat actually dared to reject our Rongrong to her face! If the Sect Master hadn't given orders not to lay a hand on you, this old man would beat you to death today!"

A remarkably faint voice sounded beside him, "Mn... Indeed..."

Chen Xin's gaze suddenly sharpened as he instantly retreated two steps, looking with extreme vigilance at the man before him who wore a tattered cloak and radiated an aura of royalty...

Who was this man? He had managed to approach him silently, and yet he hadn't sensed his presence at all!

Chen Xin extended his palm, and the fiercely sharp Seven-Killing Sword materialized in his hand. With a cold gaze, he demanded, "Who are you?"

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—nine spirit rings emerged from beneath his feet...

The cloaked man was none other than Tang San's father, the Clear Sky Douro, Tang Hao!

Tang Hao glanced indifferently at the vigilant Chen Xin. "Me? Just a passerby!"

Chen Xin's gaze narrowed, his grip on the Seven-Killing Sword tightening as he shouted coldly, "A passerby? To be able to approach me without a sound! Since when do passersby possess such strength?"

This seemingly ordinary man inadvertently radiated a vague, oppressive aura!

This person was definitely no ordinary individual!

Tang Hao's gaze grew a fraction colder. "Oh? Want to fight?"

With those words, nine spirit rings gradually emerged from beneath his feet. In particular, the very last spirit ring emitted a pressure that caused everyone in the vicinity to turn pale at the mere sight of it!

Looking at the blood-red spirit ring that gave him an ominous premonition, Chen Xin gasped, "A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring?!"

In the next second, a figure flashed into his mind—wielding a Clear Sky Hammer, single-handedly severely injuring the Pope, the youngest Title Douro on the continent!

Tang Hao!

"You... you are the Clear Sky Douro, Tang Hao!"

If it was him, then possessing a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring was hardly surprising!

Chen Xin's trembling emotions gradually subsided...

"I didn't expect anyone to still recognize me, Tang Hao!" When Tang Hao uttered these words, there was not the slightest trace of surprise on his face...

The Sword Douro's eyes widened abruptly. "Wait, could it be that Tang San..."

"Mn..." Leaving behind this final word, the Tang Hao standing before Chen Xin vanished in the blink of an eye...

Chen Xin's eyes flickered a few times as he thought to himself, "With Tang Hao reappearing in the world, is he back for revenge? It seems the Spirit Hall is going to be in... trouble this time..."

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Xu Sheng, who had been walking slowly, suddenly stopped. In an icy tone, he said, "Uncle Hao, since you're here, you might as well show yourself..."

Behind Xu Sheng, Tang Hao's figure slowly stepped out. "Kid, your talent is truly astonishing; you've even far surpassed Xiao San..."

Hearing this, Xu Sheng slowly turned around, finally meeting Tang Hao's gaze with a pair of eyes filled with frost...

"Hum—"

Neither of them spoke further...

The next moment, a terrifying and intense killing intent erupted from Tang Hao. This murderous aura had condensed to the point of substance, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly...

This was the Death God Domain!

A terrifying domain that could only be acquired after passing through the Slaughter City and personally slaughtering countless powerhouses!

This terrifying murderous intent suddenly surged toward Xu Sheng...

Instantly, a murderous aura erupted from Xu Sheng—one completely uninferior to the Death God Domain—easily swallowing up the incoming killing intent...

The domains formed by the two terrifying murderous auras began to continuously devour one another...

For a time, the gap between the two forces seemed to have reached a steady equilibrium...

After a long while, Tang Hao looked at Xu Sheng, who had effortlessly resisted his Death God Domain, and said calmly, "Kid, it seems the lives you've slaughtered these past few years are close to matching my own..."

"Uncle Hao, you flatter me..."

Xu Sheng's voice still devoid of even a fraction of emotion...