Hesus Weiss was startled awake from his cultivation in the Secret Chamber. After he came out and saw scenes of slaughter everywhere, with the Magic Sheep Sect's soul masters falling one after another, his brows knitted tightly. But he did not throw himself into battle right away. First, he searched for his son.
By the time he used a Darkness Attribute soul skill to sneak to the front of the main hall, he saw his third son, Wilbur Weiss, trapped in a desperate situation. He hurriedly unleashed a powerful move to ambush Chen Xun.
Chen Xun turned his head, his eyes filled with shock.
"First Master!" Zhu Tianhao had been keeping his eyes on Chen Xun from within the crowd. After all, he was Chen Xun's personal guard captain, but the distance was a little too great, and he could not make it in time.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Petrification Eye!"
The earth system was known for thick defenses and durability. It did not have many offensive skills, but petrification-type skills were famous, and as the inheritor of the Stone Armor Porcupine martial soul, Zhu Tianhao possessed the power of petrification.
The petrifying divine light was fast enough, but unfortunately, it was not powerful enough. After all, Zhu Tianhao was only an early-stage Soul Sage, and this was merely his Sixth Soul Skill. It was far from sufficient.
Although it petrified part of the magic sheep horn and shifted its trajectory slightly, Chen Xun was still within its attack range.
Chen Xun stretched out his left arm, and a low-key yet luxurious Dark Gold radiance rose from it. "Soul Bone Skill—Vajra Arm."
As the Young Clan Leader of the Chen Clan, he naturally had a soul bone as well. This was a Strength System soul bone, from a 40,000-year-old Vajra Giant Ape. Its soul skill could strengthen power, attack, and defense. Chen Xun intended to use it as a defense—however much it could withstand, so be it.
Suddenly!
"Raise your head to the northwest drifting clouds; against the sky for ten thousand miles, one must have a long sword. They say that here, deep in the night, the light and flames of the Dipper and Ox are often seen."
"Eighth Soul Skill—Vast Sea Ice Howling Wilderness!"
"Hesus, I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
Those few lines came from the horizon, echoing through the air.
A sword cry rang out. A strand of Sword Intent escaped through heaven and earth to arrive, and blades of Icebound sword qi gathered from heaven and earth like antelope horns hanging without trace, erupting wildly.
The level earth was sliced apart, converging and condensing into a proud, frosty sword peak that emerged across the sky. With magnificent momentum, it kept rising not far in front of Chen Xun, like a mountain peak that had not melted in ten thousand years, ancient and unchanging.
Within a thousand meters, the temperature plunged sharply as though at the summit of a snowy mountain, like vast sea glaciers howling across the wilderness. It easily blocked Hesus Weiss's Magic Sheep Sky-Piercing Strike, enduring the constant impacts without budging.
As mentioned before, Chen Hong cultivated a path that combined offense and defense. He walked the path of ice-water swordsmanship, and the Sword Intent he comprehended was Profound Nether True Water Sword Intent, fusing water to command ice, uniting water with the sword. This Eighth Soul Skill was precisely his strongest defensive skill.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Xun's sword aura swept through Wilbur Weiss's body, cutting him in two with one strike, and incidentally collapsing several houses as well.
"Hong-bo!" Chen Xun's face lit up with joy.
"Wilbur, my son!" Hesus could not help but weep bitterly.
In the red glow that filled the night, atop this hill only three or four hundred meters high, the sword peak kept rising until it finally reached nearly a hundred meters. Wreathed in a cold, murderous blue light, it was so conspicuous.
A man stood in the air and descended onto the sword peak. He wore a blue robe inlaid with gold thread, and his sharp Sword Eyes looked down at everyone from the Magic Sheep Sect present. His domineering air of looking down on the world was unmistakable. Around him, two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings hovered in midair, dazzling to the eye.
The newcomer was none other than Chen Hong, Chen Xun's clan uncle!
As someone controlling the overall situation, whose mission was also to focus on watching several Soul Douluo, how could he simply watch his nephew and Young Clan Leader fall into danger?
"Another Titled Douluo!" Guido Weiss's expression changed drastically, his face full of bitterness.
At this moment, his own body was also covered in wounds, his expression dispirited. He had been badly suppressed by Ximen Rongcheng, with fiery-red saber light constantly cutting down around him.
The Karma Fire Demon Blade martial soul not only had domineering attacks and extremely strong attribute damage, it could also burn a person's Mental Power. Simply put, it dealt both physical and spiritual damage—and one might even say the spiritual damage was greater.
It possessed the attributes of metal, fire, and spirit, making it highly similar to the Seven Kill Sword. The two were equally famous, and its clan had been on good terms with the Chen Clan for generations. Their ties ran extremely deep, and they could be called an iron alliance. The Chen Clan jokingly called them "Blade Iron."
After the Magic Sheep Sect's soul masters saw Chen Hong appear, many of them stopped fighting and retreated. Their morale dropped sharply, and their will to resist plummeted.
This was already the second Titled Douluo. The Magic Sheep Sect was only a mid-tier sect. What virtue or ability did it have to make two Titled Douluo, over a dozen Soul Douluo, twenty or thirty Soul Sages, and more than two hundred Soul Emperors and Soul Kings join together to attack it!
"I haven't fought anyone in twenty or thirty years. You should feel honored, Hesus!" Chen Hong's calm voice echoed across the sky.
"The Seven Kill Sword. You're... 'Blood Might Sword' Chen Hong. I didn't expect you to break through to Titled Douluo!" Hesus Weiss's voice trembled slightly.
Chen Hong had been famous in his youth, especially during his service in the Foreign Legion of the Duke of the South of the Star Luo Empire. When fighting the Half-Beastmen of the Ten Thousand Mountains, one could say he killed until corpses covered the fields. His water-system sword techniques were ultimately dyed into a sea of blood, earning him the nickname "Blood Might Sword."
There were only wrong names, never wrong nicknames. Hesus Weiss had once served in the same large army as him. They were not close, and they had not met in thirty years, but Hesus Weiss clearly remembered Chen Hong's style.
"My title is 'Sword Might'!"
"Awaken a sky of bright moonlight, shining upon the ice and snow within my breast, as a hundred rivers flow in boundless might. Before the whale's draught can swallow the sea, sword qi already spans the autumn!"
"Ninth Soul Skill—Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Deep Sea Vortex!"
Yes. Unlike the later Chen Xin's Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Chen Hong's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin was a Ninth Soul Skill.
Chen Hong stood in the air, a Sword Shadow soaring into the heavens behind him as his aura climbed. The sword peak formed by his Eighth Soul Skill rose slowly with majestic momentum, blue light blazing. In an instant, it transformed into countless flying swords that filled the sky.
Not only that, even the metal sabers, spears, swords, and halberds on the ground, as well as the metal martial souls of some low-level soul masters of the Magic Sheep Sect, flew away beyond their control. They circled around Chen Hong, turning into a massive metal vortex a hundred meters in diameter.
People said that once numbers reached ten thousand, they became boundless, and swords were the same. That densely packed number spun at high speed, the scene spectacular enough to make one's scalp go numb.
Anyone present would have trypophobia at this moment.
Compared with Yang Jingxue's earlier "Ten Thousand Arrows Pierce the Clouds," it was several levels stronger, its momentum vast and overwhelming.
The Number One Under Heaven offensive martial soul was just this shocking!
The Magic Sheep Sect's soul masters were like criminals awaiting execution by torture. Quite a few people's legs trembled nonstop. After all, the Sword of Damocles was hanging over their heads!
No one believed that so many swords were meant to deal with Hesus Weiss alone.
"Supreme Elder..."
Many people stared eagerly at Hesus Weiss, but Hesus remained silent. He had to buy Yona Weiss time.
That was right. When he had come over, he had seen Yona Weiss leading people down a side path toward the mountain gate. He had not stopped them. Even if they did not get along, he still hoped the Weiss Family could leave behind a bloodline.
As for the clansmen in Yi Er City, Avant-Garde Town, and those away from home, judging from the scale of this extermination, arrangements had surely been made for them too. He did not hold out much hope.
Even if someone escaped alive, they would still need the protection of a high-level soul master. If Yona Weiss could get away, then the Weiss Family still had hope of rising again.
As for himself, he had known about asking Soul Fighting City for a higher cut, and had tacitly approved it. Now was the time to bear responsibility.
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