A Single Sword Defeats Golden Crocodile, Settling an Old Regret!

Above Spirit City.

Chen Xun walked through the air, his gray robe fluttering gently in the breeze. His aura was completely restrained, making it impossible to discern his true strength.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood opposite Chen Xun and slowly said,

"Long time no see."

His voice was exceptionally calm, and everything seemed perfectly ordinary, like old friends who had not met in years exchanging greetings.

Upon hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words, Chen Xun froze for a moment before chuckling softly.

"As expected, you still recognized me."

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed soundlessly and said,

"If I still couldn't recognize you, then all those times I, Golden Crocodile, lost to you would have been for nothing."

"But you, after all these years, have grown fond of hiding your face and concealing your identity. That doesn't seem like your style."

Facing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words, Chen Xun merely smiled.

"The sword follows the heart."

"Before a true realm, you and I are both nothing more than mayflies."

"Mere appearances and empty fame are best forgotten."

A strange glint flashed deep within Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes as he slowly said,

"It seems you've had some interesting experiences."

"Interesting?"

"Not entirely uninteresting... at least, I have a new goal now."

Chen Xun replied.

"A new goal? My goal for the rest of my life, Chen Xun, is to defeat you."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's aura abruptly changed, and the Soul Power within his body began to stir restlessly.

Upon hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words, Chen Xun's aura also sharpened as he slowly said,

"Unfortunately, if you make me your goal, that goal may never be realized in this lifetime."

"Hehe, whether it can be realized can only be known after trying."

"Chen Xun, I am no longer the man I was back then."

"Come, let us fight to the death."

"Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

The ten-thousand-year spirit ring beneath Golden Crocodile Douluo's feet shone brilliantly. Behind him, the phantom of the Golden Crocodile King erupted with dazzling golden light and rapidly expanded at a visible rate. The aura of a rank ninety-eight Super Douluo swept outward in every direction!

"Using your Martial Soul Avatar right from the start?"

Chen Xun's expression turned serious.

When facing Chen Xun, Golden Crocodile Douluo had spent a long time studying tactics to deal with him.

In the end, he had reached one conclusion.

He could not be conservative. From the very beginning, he had to go all out.

The Seven Kill Sword was hailed as the most offensively powerful Martial Soul in the world. No other Martial Soul could rival its destructive power.

And Chen Xun's mastery of the Seven Kill Sword had long since reached the pinnacle.

Even though his Golden Crocodile King possessed extraordinarily terrifying defenses, one careless moment could still leave him seriously injured by the Seven Kill Sword.

It was better to use his Martial Soul Avatar from the start, pushing his defenses to their limit and leaving his opponent not even the slightest opening.

"Chen Xun, take this."

"Fifth Spirit Skill, Death Roll!"

The phantom of the Golden Crocodile King behind Golden Crocodile Douluo opened its blood-filled maw and lunged at Chen Xun.

Faced with Golden Crocodile Douluo's sudden attack, Chen Xun immediately shifted to the side. At the same time, a blood-red longsword appeared in his hand.

It was the Seven Kill Sword!

The instant the Seven Kill Sword appeared, an invisible killing intent instantly blanketed heaven and earth. It was as though mountains of corpses and seas of blood were about to descend upon the mortal world, and the temperature in the air abruptly plummeted to freezing.

The moment Chen Xin saw the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xun's hand, his body shuddered violently, and a mist of tears clouded his eyes.

"Th-that is Grandpa's sword..."

Chen Xin's voice trembled, and the tears rolling down his face proved the turmoil of his emotions.

Shock, excitement, joy...

"So it really was him?"

Ning Fengzhi clenched his staff, and the tension on his face finally eased.

When Yu Yuanzhen heard Chen Xin call that gray-robed old man his grandfather, something immediately came to mind.

"Sword Douluo's grandfather... could it be?"

"The Sword Master?"

"But hadn't the Sword Master died decades ago?"

Before Yu Yuanzhen could figure it out,

the battle between Chen Xun and Golden Crocodile Douluo in the sky had already reached its most intense stage.

The blood-red glow of the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xun's hand grew even brighter, while the blood that had lain dormant in his body for so long boiled with delight.

His previous battles against the other Worships had failed to satisfy Chen Xun.

But this battle against Golden Crocodile Douluo had already made Chen Xun rediscover the feeling of those bygone years.

"You've improved quite a bit since then."

Chen Xun could not help praising him, but he slowly raised the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, blood-red light flowing through his eyes.

"However... this old man must get a little serious now."

"Fourth Spirit Skill, My Body is the Sword."

"Sixth Spirit Skill, Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"

Chen Xun pointed the Seven Kill Sword in his hand at Golden Crocodile Douluo. In an instant, countless streams of sword energy swept toward Golden Crocodile Douluo in a torrential assault.

Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately unleashed a spirit skill to defend himself.

"Sixth Spirit Skill, Golden Crocodile Bodyguard!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo curled beneath the shield, his steel-hard scales gleaming brilliantly beneath the sunlight.

The rain of swords struck the hard scales with continuous clanging sounds, failing to inflict much substantial damage on Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Hahahaha, Chen Xun, my defenses have long surpassed what they were back then. Your sword cannot break my shield!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's spirits rose higher and higher.

All his years of hard work had not been in vain.

Seeing this, a complicated look flashed deep within Chen Xun's eyes as he calmly said,

"Sorry, Golden Crocodile. This battle ends here."

The moment Chen Xun finished speaking,

before Golden Crocodile Douluo could react, Chen Xun suddenly swung the Seven Kill Sword in his hand down at him.

The next moment,

a blood-red sword energy carrying overwhelming killing intent bloomed between heaven and earth, hurtling toward Golden Crocodile Douluo at astonishing speed!

Before Golden Crocodile Douluo could react, the sword energy struck his chest!

At once,

crimson blood sprayed across the sky!

The scene had unfolded too suddenly for anyone to react.

Golden Crocodile Douluo included.

Golden Crocodile Douluo lowered his head to look at the wound on his chest, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"S-so you had already reached that realm..."

At that moment,

Golden Crocodile Douluo finally realized something.

Chen Xun's realm was no longer on the same level as his. It was the realm of their Great Worship, Qian Daoliu.

Rank ninety-nine, a Peerless Douluo.

The only reason this battle had lasted until now was because Chen Xun had not used his full strength.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's laughter was filled with all kinds of emotions—release and acceptance among them.

After a long while, he slowly spoke a few words.

"This old man... is inferior to you."

As his words fell, Golden Crocodile Douluo's body dropped straight toward the ground.

Chen Xun looked at the Golden Crocodile Douluo who had finally accepted defeat and murmured,

"If I had been the man I was before drinking Enlightenment Tea, perhaps the outcome of this battle would have remained uncertain."

"To me, Chen Xun, you are an opponent worthy of respect."

"You always will be."

After heaven and earth fell silent for several seconds, a deafening uproar erupted.

The Second Worship of the Worship Hall, the rank ninety-eight Golden Crocodile Douluo, had actually been instantly defeated by that gray-robed old man with a single sword strike?

This was even more fantastical than the plot of some wish-fulfillment novel.

Seeing his grandfather defeat Golden Crocodile Douluo with one sword strike, Chen Xin was incomparably excited as well.

Sure enough, only the Seven Kill Sword in Grandpa's hand deserved to be called the Seven Kill Sword.

His own Seven Kill Sword still fell short even compared to his father, Chen Jianjun.

If Grandpa guided him, perhaps his attainments in the sword path could rise by another realm.

Ning Fengzhi, standing beside him, was also exceedingly pleased. The stronger the strength Chen Xun displayed, the better it was for their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But before the two could celebrate, an icy voice rang out between heaven and earth.

"Chen Xun, after all these years, I never expected you to reach this realm as well."

"Why not exchange a few moves with me?"