God-Tier Movement Technique! Sword Saint Chenxin Teaches His Strongest Killing Move! Ning Rongrong Sneaks into His Tent at Night!

God-tier movement technique!

At that moment, it felt as though electric currents were flowing through Chi Xiu's entire body. Every hair on his skin stood on end, as if his five senses had extended outward, weaving a Heavenly Net across his skin to capture air molecules!

His sensitivity to space and time instantly reached an entirely new level!

Electric currents spread through his cells, coursing through them before erupting!

With a slight shake of his shoulder, he created an afterimage. His shoulder shifted aside, and Sword Saint Chenxin's confident touch missed!

The scene froze for a moment.

Sword Saint Chenxin striking empty air with his palm left the four onlookers stunned.

They looked at Sword Saint Chenxin in confusion, only to find that the expression of this world's number one attack-type Titled Douluo was even stranger than theirs.

What was going on?

An illusion? Or was there something wrong with his eyes?

Sword Saint Chenxin never could have imagined that Chi Xiu's speed had simply surpassed his ability to judge with his thoughts.

His palm continued sweeping sideways at tremendous speed, yet Chi Xiu merely lowered his head slightly and easily avoided the side of Sword Saint Chenxin's fingers.

"What incredible speed!"

Only then did Sword Saint Chenxin finally notice something was amiss.

Yet the four onlookers were still completely in the dark. They had no idea what the two before them were doing. Chi Xiu was clearly standing in place, but Sword Saint Chenxin had inexplicably missed twice...

This movement technique was simply divine!

It was as though it transcended the very plane of the Douluo Continent.

Chi Xiu was more excited than anyone. Seeing Sword Saint Chenxin grow serious, his own expression also turned grave.

Invisible astral energy spread around Sword Saint Chenxin. The sharp sword intent reduced the falling leaves to powder.

It would be laughable if word got out, but Sword Saint Chenxin was now treating Chi Xiu as a Titled Douluo of equal rank—at least in terms of speed.

His five fingers curled into claws as he approached Chi Xiu, moving so fast that countless afterimages appeared as well!

Chi Xiu widened his eyes. Sword Saint Chenxin had indeed gotten serious, and he did not dare slack off either.

Red arcs of electricity coiled around his feet. His whole body seemed glued to the ground by those electric threads as he tilted and rose like a spinning top, then slid sideways. His movements flowed seamlessly in one continuous motion, forcing Sword Saint Chenxin to miss again and again!

"Good lad!"

Sword Saint Chenxin praised him loudly without holding back.

The two had become impossible to see clearly, turning into blurry phantoms before the four onlookers.

"Sword Grandfather! Catch him!"

Ning Rongrong waved her two little pink fists from the side, cheering him on.

Chi Yuan was still in shock.

Was this really the Chi Xiu they had watched grow up...

But no matter what, Chi Xiu was his precious boy. Chi Yuan waved his fist as well. "Go, Xiao Xiu!"

"Go, Little Young Master!"

"Sword Saint Chenxin, go! Don't let that brat push his luck!"

An out-of-place voice suddenly rang out, and Chi Yuan and the Second Elder immediately shot the Great Elder disdainful looks.

That old fool was siding with outsiders!

A minute later, Sword Saint Chenxin's figure emerged first.

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked over while shaking his head. Though he was neither flushed nor out of breath, his face was full of helplessness and frustration.

"He was too fast. I could barely see his shadow..."

As soon as he spoke, Chi Xiu appeared while leaning against a tree. His face was somewhat pale, but it was filled with a broad smile.

However, his body soon went limp, and he slid down to sit against the tree.

"Xiao Xiu!"

Chi Yuan immediately ran over.

"He's fine. He merely exhausted too much stamina. He'll be alright after resting for a while."

Sword Saint Chenxin explained.

He could not help glancing again at Chi Xiu, who was sitting nearby, his eyes narrowing.

This child's future was boundless. He would be far more than merely a Super Douluo or Limit Douluo.

Unfortunately, he was already this old. He did not know how many more years he would be able to fight.

With that thought, Sword Saint Chenxin called out, "Chi Xiu."

Ning Rongrong ran over to Sword Saint Chenxin's side, grabbed his large hand, and looked at Chi Xiu alongside him.

"Do you truly have no intention of becoming my disciple?"

"Don't worry. It will only be in my personal capacity. You will still be a member of the Purple Star Sect. I can guarantee that no one in the world besides me can guide you better."

Ning Rongrong stared at Chi Xiu eagerly. "Hurry up and agree to Sword Grandfather's offer!"

Chi Xiu did not respond. He could trust Sword Saint Chenxin's words, but compared to his own special ability, the help Sword Saint Chenxin could offer seemed far less significant.

Besides, as someone who had transmigrated under unusual circumstances, he did not really want to get too close to top-tier powerhouses.

Seeing Chi Xiu hesitate, Sword Saint Chenxin sighed softly, yet he was still unwilling to give up.

"How about this? Let us make a deal. I will teach you a killing move, a Self-Created Soul Skill that I spent decades painstakingly developing."

At this, the Great Elder's eyes instantly lit up, and he could not help swallowing.

"Brat! Hurry up and agree to Sword Saint Chenxin's offer!"

Sword Saint Chenxin seemed to have taken out the treasure he kept hidden away, but Chi Xiu remained clear-headed.

"Please tell me, what sort of deal is it?"

Sword Saint Chenxin paused, seeming to age several years in an instant.

He raised a hand and gently stroked Ning Rongrong's head before saying, "I'll trade this killing move for this girl's safety for the rest of her life."

Ning Rongrong looked up at Sword Saint Chenxin in confusion. What she saw was an incomparably kind face, smiling warmly at her.

Chi Xiu was somewhat puzzled. "Please explain clearly, Your Excellency."

"I am old. I do not know how much time I have left, and I certainly cannot accompany this girl for her entire life. Fengzhi, Old Bones, and I share one greatest wish: that she can live out her life safely and peacefully. So, if this girl encounters danger in the future, can you protect her?"

Hearing this, Chi Xiu looked at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong said nothing, but mist welled up in her eyes. Her little hand tightly gripped Sword Saint Chenxin's clothes, and Chi Xiu's face was reflected in her eyes.

This deal did not seem like a loss.

"Only protect her?"

"Only her. You need not concern yourself with anything else."

"Deal!"

Chi Xiu had already rested enough. He patted his knees and stood up from beneath the tree.

At that moment, Sword Saint Chenxin suddenly vanished from where he stood. Golden light flickered around the sword fingers of his right hand, and tiny golden figures holding swords circled those fingers, performing an unknown set of moves. In the end, his sword fingers touched Chi Xiu's brow.

"Do not resist. Feel it with your heart!"

The group of five headed deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest.

"As long as your Martial Soul is of sufficiently high quality, the stronger your Soul Power, the more this killing move can unleash its might."

Sword Saint Chenxin explained to Chi Xiu as they walked.

"If you wield it well, its power can rival a hundred-thousand-year soul skill. Unfortunately, while my Soul Power is sufficient, the quality of my Martial Soul still falls far short. I cannot bring out the sword technique's true strength."

"Thank you, Sword Saint Chenxin, for teaching me."

Chi Xiu felt that he had gained far too much from this and could not help feeling somewhat ashamed.

"What are you thanking me for? I already said it was just a deal."

Chi Yuan looked around and asked, "Sword Saint Chenxin, are we still going deeper?"

Sword Saint Chenxin nodded. "The quality of Xiao Xiu and Rongrong's Martial Souls is anything but ordinary. Even if we choose a hundred-year Soul Beast, we need one of better quality. We can only continue inward."

"However..."

Sword Saint Chenxin glanced at the sky.

"It is already rather late. Why don't we set up camp here and rest for the night? We can set out again tomorrow."

"Alright!"

Night fell.

Chi Xiu familiarized himself with the killing move Sword Saint Chenxin had taught him before lying down to sleep.

Everyone had their own tent. With Sword Saint Chenxin's cultivation, there was no need to keep watch in this outer region.

But just as Chi Xiu was about to remove his mask and sleep, the tent flap was suddenly pulled open.

Ning Rongrong's fair little face was revealed beneath the bright moonlight. Ignoring Chi Xiu's confusion, she crawled straight into the tent.