A Single Sword Strikes Down Ghost and Chrysanthemum—Seven Kill Sword, Who Are You?

Chen Xun lowered his gaze to look down at the Spirit Hall beneath his feet, his eyes ultimately settling on the Six-Winged Angel statue that symbolized Spirit Hall's supreme authority.

A faint glint of sharpness flashed through his eyes, and his indifferent expression deepened.

Suddenly,

He slowly raised his right hand. With a thought, the Seven Kill Sword shot through the air, wrapped in dazzling sword light!

Screech—

The blade tore through the sky with a piercing shriek, streaking toward the statue like a meteor!

Where the cold gleam passed, the Seven Kill Sword instantly pierced through the stone statue. Fierce sword qi erupted, cleaving the statue into pieces before brutally nailing itself into the high wall behind it.

The instant a Titled Douluo-level aura appeared, every elder within the Elder Hall sprang to their feet, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Who dares provoke Spirit Hall?"

The elders in the hall all wore furious expressions.

Inside the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong's delicate brows furrowed slightly, while sharpness lay hidden within her beautiful eyes.

She lightly tightened her grip on the papal scepter in her hand, her expression not changing much.

"It has been many years since anyone dared provoke Spirit Hall in such a manner. It seems that after I went so long without taking action, these people have forgotten Spirit Hall's majesty."

Though Bibi Dong's voice was calm, it sent chills down one's spine.

Was provoking Spirit Hall so openly not the same as provoking her, the Pope?

In the years since she had become Pope, no one had ever dared provoke Spirit Hall like this.

"Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo."

Bibi Dong spoke softly.

Two figures stepped out from either side of Bibi Dong.

One had an enchanting appearance, an androgynous voice, and an exceptionally effeminate demeanor.

The other had a face like a fierce ghost, an incomparably hoarse voice, and waves of chilling aura emanating from his body.

"Your Excellency."

The two knelt on one knee before Bibi Dong, their tones especially respectful.

"You two, go out at once and capture the provocateur for me."

"It is time for the world to once again feel the majesty of our Spirit Hall."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The moment her words fell, the two vanished from the Papal Palace.

Chen Xun's attack had been earth-shaking, with no attempt at concealment whatsoever.

It also drew the attention of countless residents in Spirit City. Everyone raised their heads to look at the figure in the sky.

"Who is that? He actually dares provoke Spirit Hall. He truly does not know the immensity of heaven and earth."

"Keep your voice down. He can walk through the air without even summoning his Martial Soul. He is clearly a Titled Douluo. Do you have a death wish?"

"Hehe, so what if he is a Titled Douluo? Our Spirit Hall has Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, two Titled Douluo elders. Your Excellency the Pope's strength is even more unfathomable. She will surely kill this man here."

"Are Titled Douluos about to fight? This is an opportunity ordinary people might not see even in several lifetimes!"

The people of Spirit City discussed fervently. The news spread at an astonishing speed, and more and more spectators gathered.

The next moment,

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo flew out of Spirit Hall and arrived before Chen Xun.

The gray brim of Chen Xun's hat partially concealed his face, making it impossible to see him clearly.

Yue Guan crossed his arms over his chest and admired his slender fingers, speaking dismissively, "Who are you? You dare provoke Spirit Hall? You truly do not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Have you decided how you want to die?"

Yue Guan's tone was flippant, not taking Chen Xun seriously in the slightest.

After all, he and Ghost Douluo were both level ninety-five Titled Douluos, neither weak among Titled Douluos.

Moreover, the two could join forces to unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Even if their opponent's Soul Power Level surpassed theirs, they had nothing to fear.

Ghost Douluo also looked at Chen Xun with a mocking expression and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Excellency the Pope cherishes talent. You are also a Titled Douluo. If you are willing to kneel before Her Excellency and repent, then let the two of us put in a few good words for you, you may yet have a path to survival."

"Otherwise... die."

Ghost Douluo's icy presence made the surrounding air drop several degrees.

Faced with their words,

Chen Xun's expression remained as calm as ever. He merely said, "You two juniors are not worthy of being this old man's opponents."

"Go summon those old fellows from the Worship Hall..."

As soon as Chen Xun spoke those words,

Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo's expressions both stiffened.

Their opponent actually knew of the Worship Hall's existence, and judging by his tone and wording, he seemed to be of an extremely senior generation. Could he be some reclusive ancient relic?

Yet no matter how they thought about it, the two could not guess his identity.

They had only put away their disdain.

Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance.

The next moment,

The two summoned their Martial Souls in perfect unison and turned to unleash Spirit Skills at Chen Xun.

"Fifth Spirit Skill, Gathering of Cold Blossoms!"

"Fifth Spirit Skill, Ghost Shadow Earth Pool Hand!"

A massive, pitch-black ghost hand slammed down at Chen Xun, while a petal throwing knife sped toward him from its shadow!

Chen Xun's expression was cold and indifferent. He took a step forward, and Spirit Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black... eight Spirit Rings emerged in succession. When the final Spirit Ring lit up with a red glow, Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo's eyes instantly cleared.

"How is that possible?!"

"Th-That is a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring?!"

Yue Guan covered his mouth, his voice filled with panic and unease.

Ghost Douluo beside him was the same, and there even seemed to be fear deep within his eyes.

The two of them had personally experienced the terrifying power of a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring.

The gray-robed old man before them actually possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring as well. How could they not be shocked and nervous?

Before the two could recover,

A blood-red Seven Kill Sword appeared in Chen Xun's hand!

Compared to the Seven Kill Swords of his son Chen Jianjun and his grandson Chen Xin, Chen Xun's Seven Kill Sword more perfectly embodied the word "kill" in Seven Kill Sword!

The overwhelming killing intent released by the Seven Kill Sword alone instantly dispelled Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo's Spirit Skills!

"That aura... it is a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring!"

"Who exactly is outside the hall?"

The many elders within the Elder Hall were utterly shocked.

No new Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring had appeared for many years.

At present, only five people on the continent were known to possess Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings.

And now, another had appeared.

Chen Xun brought two fingers together, his voice rolling through the air like thunder:

"Fifth Spirit Skill, Shocking the Four Directions."

Boom—

The Seven Kill Sword transformed into a dazzling streak of light and shot straight toward Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo!

As the sword edge passed, the air shrieked!

Biting sword qi swept in every direction, and suffocating pressure descended with a roar.

Facing this heaven-shaking strike, the two men's expressions changed drastically. They erupted with Soul Power at the same time and summoned their respective Martial Soul Avatars!

Yet even with the immense enhancement of their Martial Soul Avatars, their Soul Power was effortlessly sliced apart like paper before the Seven Kill Sword!

"Ah!"

Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo screamed as their bodies were hurled heavily into the wall like cannonballs. One side of the Papal Palace trembled before collapsing, becoming a field of ruins.

Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo crawled out from the rubble in miserable states.

Yue Guan stared fixedly at the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xun's hand.

Although Chen Xun's Seven Kill Sword was slightly different from Chen Xin's, how could Yue Guan, who had dealt with Chen Xin for many years, fail to recognize it?

"Seven Kill Sword... Who exactly are you?!"