Meng Shenji stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Senior Chen Xin, I have brought Ling Qianyue."
Senior Chen Xin slowly turned around and gave Ling Qianyue an indifferent glance. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes and vanished. He nodded slightly, signaling Meng Shenji to withdraw, then turned his gaze back to Ling Qianyue.
At once, an indescribable pressure enveloped Ling Qianyue, making even his breathing feel stifled.
In that instant, it was as if he saw an incomparably sharp longsword hanging before him.
Its edge was keen, its sword intent as biting as a cold wind. The powerful sword intent made the corners of his eyes sting and dry, and he instinctively gathered his star power to resist it.
His Martial Soul, the Shattered Star Sword, appeared on its own. The Po Jun Star on its guard suddenly lit up.
A faint starlight flickered across the Po Jun Star, as though contending against Senior Chen Xin's tide-like sword intent. One star after another gradually lit up, and the pressure Ling Qianyue felt slowly weakened.
Yet it was still difficult to withstand. Fine beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead, and his breathing grew increasingly ragged.
"Eh?"
A flash of surprise passed through Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes. The sword intent he released was no longer so fierce and gradually weakened until it disappeared entirely.
"Huff—huff—"
Ling Qianyue panted heavily.
Chen Xin slowly walked over to Ling Qianyue, his tone carrying a trace of approval. "Ling Qianyue, you are quite good. I never expected that, at the level of a Soul Elder, you would have already come into contact with sword intent.
"Under such powerful sword intent, not only did you not collapse, you gradually adapted to it instead. Very good. Let me take a closer look."
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