Posthumously Confer Sword Venerable—In Your Sword, I Can Feel Countless Temperings!

Sacred golden sunlight broke through the clouds, bathing the earth in brilliant radiance. A figure stood within that dazzling golden glow, like a deity descending into the world.

With every step Qian Daoliu took, a suffocatingly terrifying pressure surged outward from his body, as though heaven and earth themselves were trembling.

Behind him, the phantom of a Six-Winged Angel spread its arms. Its eyes shone like suns as it stood silently between heaven and earth.

"It's him—the Great Worship of the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu, a man standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world..."

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of gravity flashing across his face.

When Chen Xin saw Qian Daoliu, his eyes filled with recollection.

His father had suffered severe injuries in a battle against Qian Daoliu and had ultimately died of them.

Chen Jianjun had warned Chen Xin not to seek Qian Daoliu for revenge.

There were two reasons.

First, Qian Daoliu was far too powerful. Chen Jianjun had experienced it firsthand. With Chen Xin's talent and strength, seeking revenge against Qian Daoliu would be no different from striking a stone with an egg.

As for the second reason, it was also the most important one.

In order to break through to a higher realm, Chen Jianjun had taken the initiative to seek Qian Daoliu out for a spar.

Since it had been a spar, he had to accept the outcome. He could not blame anyone else.

That was the way of the Chen Clan.

Therefore, Chen Xin did not bear much hatred toward Qian Daoliu.

All he wanted was to defeat him and accomplish the goal his father had failed to achieve.

Now that his grandfather was facing Qian Daoliu, although Chen Xun had displayed extraordinarily powerful strength earlier, Qian Daoliu had already reached the peak of level ninety-nine decades ago.

"My father was severely injured, and I failed to save him in time. That was my failing."

"I will never let what happened back then repeat itself, even if I have to use this body of mine..."

Chen Xin raised his head to look at Chen Xun, his eyes unwaveringly resolute.

Beside him, Dugu Bo stared in shock at Qian Daoliu's figure in the sky. Feeling the pressure emanating from Qian Daoliu, all he felt was an indescribable awe.

"So this is the legendary pinnacle of the Soul Master world?"

"Even though I have already cultivated to the realm of a Titled Douluo, before him, I still feel a profound sense of powerlessness."

When the citizens of Spirit City saw the phantom of the Six-Winged Angel behind Qian Daoliu, they all knelt in worship, as though they had beheld a God.

Spirit Hall worshipped the Six-Winged Angel and that Angel God.

As Chen Xun watched Qian Daoliu approach, he keenly sensed the power and pressure around him, enough to purify all things.

Compared to when he had faced Tang Chen, it was hardly inferior in the slightest.

This was the peerless powerhouse known as invincible in the sky.

Chen Xun tightened his grip on the Seven Kill Sword and looked calmly at Qian Daoliu. "I heard my son was defeated by you."

Qian Daoliu was not particularly surprised to hear this, as though he had long expected Chen Xun to ask such a question.

He merely replied calmly, "He was an opponent worthy of respect."

"Even when he was gravely wounded at the end, his sword never retreated."

"His sword was not for heaven and earth, but only for his own heart. He could be called the Sword Venerable."

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed quietly between heaven and earth.

Sword Venerable.

Among all sword users in this world, only Chen Xun possessed a title uniquely his own: Sword Master.

People like Chen Jianjun and Chen Xin would inherit the title of the previous Sword Douluo after becoming Titled Douluos.

For a Soul Master to receive a title belonging solely to them was undoubtedly the best proof of their worth.

Yet—

That title had come decades too late.

Times had changed, and people were no longer the same.

"Are you here to avenge Chen Jianjun?"

"Of course. A father avenging his son is only natural."

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly.

Chen Xun gave a silent laugh upon hearing that. "Revenge?"

"Why seek revenge when there is no grudge?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Qian Daoliu's face. "If not for revenge, then why have you provoked Spirit Hall for so many days and injured several of my Worships?"

Chen Xun replied blandly, "Naturally, it is to challenge the strong."

"After this old man lost to Tang Chen, I became utterly despondent. In that regard, I am inferior to Jianjun."

"Now, through that Lord's charity, this old man has been given another chance."

"This time, it is not for revenge or anything else. It is only to challenge the strong."

"This is the way a swordsman survives."

Chen Xun's bold voice continuously echoed between heaven and earth.

Hearing his grandfather's words, Chen Xin was momentarily dazed, murmuring softly, "The way a swordsman survives..."

Chen Xun's words made Qian Daoliu burst into laughter. Yet there was no mockery or ridicule in that laughter, only the purest emotion.

"You father and son truly are cut from the same mold."

"In all my life roaming the continent, there are not many people I, Qian Daoliu, admire. Tang Chen counts as one, and you father and son of the Chen Clan each count as one."

Qian Daoliu spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahahaha, then Chen thanks the Angel Douluo for his appreciation."

"However, save those words until after I defeat Tang Chen."

Chen Xun's bearing was bold and unrestrained. He slowly raised the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, its tip aimed directly at Qian Daoliu. "Allow this old man to witness the Angel Douluo's skill."

"Nothing would please me more. Please."

The six pairs of golden wings behind Qian Daoliu suddenly spread open, while a brilliant golden holy sword condensed in his hand.

Heaven and earth fell silent for an instant.

The next moment, the two almost simultaneously swung their swords and slashed fiercely at each other!

The sword shadows of the Seven Kill Sword and the Angel Sacred Sword crisscrossed, tearing through the sky.

The vast fluctuations of level ninety-nine Soul Power erupted with a thunderous boom, and the terrifying aftershock swept out for miles in every direction!

The Titled Douluos of Spirit Hall moved as one, releasing their respective martial souls to shield the citizens within the city from the terrifying aftermath.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong hurriedly released their Soul Power, tightly protecting Ning Fengzhi behind them.

Dugu Bo directly unleashed his full strength. Under the repeated bombardment of the shockwaves, his body was forced back again and again.

"So this is a battle between the continent's strongest experts?"

"Who would have thought that beneath the aftershocks of their battle, this old man can only struggle to hold on?"

After witnessing a true battle between powerful experts, Dugu Bo's desire to become stronger only grew fiercer.

Clang! Clang! Clang!—

Heaven and earth flickered between light and darkness as sword shadows intertwined. Only the sharp sounds of clashing steel could be heard.

"I never expected you to possess such strength when you have only just entered level ninety-nine. It truly is astonishing."

Qian Daoliu could not help praising him even as they fought.

Facing Qian Daoliu's praise, Chen Xun chuckled. "Compared to me, Angel Douluo, you are the one who is truly astonishing."

"I thought you were called invincible in the sky only because of your martial soul. I never expected your attainments in swordsmanship to be so terrifying as well."

"Even back then, had you relied on swordsmanship alone, Jianjun might not necessarily have been your match."

Chen Xun was not flattering him. Those were his genuine feelings.

From Qian Daoliu's sword techniques, he could feel countless temperings. This was the result of years upon years of arduous training, something that could never be achieved overnight.

This was one of the two great mountains of the Soul Master world—

Qian Daoliu, invincible in the sky.