From Douluo to God

Feeling that his daughter was walking with a limp, Ning Fengzhi's heart sank, there was no more chance.

"Jiang Chen, you must die!" Ning Fengzhi cried out hoarsely.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Ning Rongrong panicked, and quickly put Ning Fengzhi on the bed.

Ning Fengzhi's only remaining hand firmly grasped Ning Rongrong's hand, and asked with a ferocious expression: "Rongrong, do you feel unwell?"

Ning Rongrong let out a sigh, "Father, I'm not feeling well."

Ning Fengzhi still grabbed his daughter vigorously, "Then why are you walking..."

"It's nothing, it's just a little pain." Ning Rongrong explained.

"Where does it hurt?" Ning Fengzhi asked hurriedly with his eyes widened.

Ning Rongrong blushed, lowered her head, and stopped talking.

When she got out of bed just now, she found that the pain was unbearable after walking a few steps, so she checked and found an inexplicable bruise on the base of her leg.

Because she was worried about her father, she endured the pain and ran over directly.

How could she tell her father about such a shameful part.

Seeing his daughter blushing, Ning Fengzhi still didn't understand.

Thinking of the words Jiang Chen said at that time, letting him save his life to watch the birth of his grandson, he panicked in his heart.

Poor girl, maybe she still doesn't know that she has... Ning Feng felt miserable.

"Father, tell me quickly, what happened? And Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bones?"

As Ning Rongrong said, she turned her head and saw that Jian Douluo and the other two were no longer on the other two beds.

Ning Fengzhi took a few deep breaths, calmed down the sadness in his heart a little bit, and then said heavily: "Rongrong, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is gone."

"Ah, Dad, what are you talking about? Why is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School gone?" Ning Rongrong was anxious.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is so powerful, how can it be said that it is gone?

Ning Fengzhi said bitterly: "It was Wuhundian who took action, dispatched ten thousand soul masters and five titled Douluo, and wiped out our Wuhundian. Except for me and your two grandpas who escaped, everyone else died gone."

Ning Rongrong was in a daze, and sat on the edge of the bed blankly, the words Ning Fengzhi just said kept ringing in her ears.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was destroyed by the Wuhun Palace!

The sect she grew up in is gone, and so are those brothers, sisters, and uncles.

She looked at Ning Fengzhi's white hair, his wrinkled old face, and the horrible wound on his severed arm, and felt a throbbing pain in her heart.

"Wuhundian, why are you so vicious!" She couldn't bear it anymore, and cried loudly on Ning Fengzhi's body.

After a long time, she stopped crying, and asked with red eyes: "Where are Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu, I saw them here before."

Ning Fengzhi felt a pain in his heart, his two old buddies were killed by that beastly fellow.

He smiled on his face, "You two grandpas left, and they said they would go to Wuhundian for revenge."

He was afraid that his daughter would not be able to bear the bad news, so he had to tell a white lie.

Ning Rongrong suddenly wiped away her tears, and clenched her fists fiercely, "Father, we must avenge this revenge, the clansmen cannot die in vain."

Ning Fengzhi's complexion changed, he thought of the army of hundreds of thousands of soul masters in Wuhun Temple, how would they avenge this hatred?

"Call Dean Flender over quickly, I have something urgent to tell him." Ning Fengzhi said anxiously.

When Chen Xin brought him and Gu Rong to the Shrek Academy before, he was still somewhat conscious, knowing that Flender had saved him.

"Okay." Seeing that his father's face was extremely solemn, Ning Rongrong didn't dare to hesitate, and hurried out.

It's just that due to the pain in her leg, her walking posture is still a bit awkward.

"Rongrong, it was Dad who killed you."

"Oscar, I hope you can continue to love Rongrong as always, don't let me down..."

……

Not long after, both Flender and Zhao Wuji rushed over.

"Sect Master Ning, are you awake?" Flender was delighted, now the gold soul coin he had just paid in advance has been obtained.

Ning Fengzhi nodded, "Dean Flender, there is something Ning needs to ask you for."

"Sect Master Ning, if you have anything to say, just say it." Flender patted his chest.

As long as I don't ask me to pay in advance... He added silently in his heart.

Ning Fengzhi said: "I want you to go to the Xingluo Empire and inform the Xingluo royal family, saying that the Wuhun Temple already has hundreds of thousands of soul master troops, and I'm afraid there will be a mainland war soon."

"How is it possible?" Flender exclaimed, Zhao Wou-ki also had a look of shock.

Ning Rongrong covered her red lips, obviously shocked.

"Isn't there only tens of thousands of soul masters in Wuhundian? How come there are hundreds of thousands all of a sudden?" Flender shook his head, unable to believe it.

Ning Fengzhi recalled the scene of Yu Yuanzhen's speech at that time, and then said: "This is what the elders of the Wuhun Palace said personally, and the authenticity is extremely high."

"Wuhundian is so powerful." Zhao Wuji's spine felt a chill.