Above the sky, the battle grew increasingly fierce.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's body seethed with sword energy. With Ning Fengzhi's all-out amplification, his Seven Kill True Body still radiated an imposing might that brooked no violation.
But he knew perfectly well that against five opponents of the same rank, prolonged defense would inevitably fail.
Ning Fengzhi's Soul Power was being depleted rapidly, and his complexion grew worse by the second. Chen Xin's own Soul Power was also vanishing at an alarming rate, while their defensive circle continued to shrink.
A trace of resolve flashed through Chen Xin's eyes. It was the madness of someone prepared to sacrifice everything—including his life and soul—to the way of the sword.
He abruptly raised the Seven Kill Sword before him. The nine Spirit Rings around his body—especially the final, deep-black Spirit Ring—suddenly erupted with unprecedented radiance!
"Ninth Soul Skill, God—Demon—..."
He roared as he prepared to unleash the strongest strike of his life's cultivation—the ultimate killing move powerful enough to severely injure, or even take the lives of, at least one or two Titled Douluo present—and detonate it completely!
However, at the instant that destructive sword intent was about to erupt and the skill's name was about to leave his lips—
"Don't even think about it!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's expression changed drastically as he shouted sharply.
He knew all too well how powerful Chen Xin's ninth soul skill was. He absolutely could not let this old madman use it!
"Old Ghost!"
No further words were needed. Years of understanding allowed Ghost Douluo Gui Mei to comprehend Yue Guan's intent the moment he spoke.
His illusory figure flashed like a ghost, instantly coming to stand back-to-back with Yue Guan!
A strange, distorted aura that seemed capable of freezing time and space abruptly spread out