Chen Xin, Is Your Sword Intent Watered Down?

"Ah!! You dared to hurt my daughter! You're dead!!!"

Hearing the mocking voice, Ning Fengzhi whipped his head around and glared fixedly at Qin Shiyuan, who hovered calmly in the air.

At that moment, he no longer looked like a refined gentleman.

The veins in his neck bulged, and furious blood rushed into his eyes, crimson threads instantly flooding his pupils.

"Get him! Gu Rong! Chen Xin! Kill him for me!!!"

"He ruined Rongrong's face! I want him to pay with his life!!!"

"Isn't your Sword Intent impossible to erase? Once you die, it'll naturally disappear!"

"Sect Master..."

Hearing Ning Fengzhi's furious order, Gu Rong frowned but did not immediately obey.

"What are you hesitating for?! Go kill him now!!!"

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi immediately turned to Bone Douluo and roared.

At the sight, Chen Xin, who was confronting Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch in the distance, trembled inwardly.

Unable to break away, he hurriedly used his Soul Power to amplify his voice and shouted at Ning Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi! This is his scheme. Calm down, don't act rashly!"

"Gu Rong cannot move. He must protect you and Rongrong!"

"As for the one who hurt Rongrong..."

Chen Xin paused, and his tone instantly turned incomparably cold.

"Leave him to me!"

"He carved a piece of flesh from Rongrong's face, so I'll carve him a thousand, ten thousand times, until every piece of his body... becomes minced flesh!!!"

The moment his words fell, Chen Xin moved like a vicious ghost.

His shifting figure turned into a black bolt of lightning, crossing a hundred meters in an instant.

With sword in hand, he lunged straight at Qin Shiyuan.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Chen Xin's attack was about to strike Qin Shiyuan—

A massive Steel Scale Giant Tail swept in from his side without warning, accompanied by howling winds.

There was no need to think about it. This was the interception launched by the giant dragon formed by Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch.

"Hmph! Are you ignoring us husband and wife?"

"If you want to kill our master, get past us first!"

A deep, booming voice poured from the giant dragon's bloodied maw.

They were all Titled Douluo. Naturally, Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch would not react slowly once Chen Xin made his move.

This strike carried tremendous force. If Chen Xin did not dodge, then with his already less-than-sturdy physique, taking it head-on would leave him with little chance of survival.

"Damn it!"

Chen Xin cursed inwardly. When he looked at Tang Hao, who was still standing off to the side in a daze, anger immediately surged within him.

Had this Clear Sky Douluo been beaten stupid?

Leaving aside the fact that they shared the same enemy, even his earlier warning to Ning Fengzhi had been shouted aloud.

With such obvious hostile intent, couldn't Tang Hao have the sense to coordinate with him?

Instead, that shout had only put Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch on guard.

Unfortunately, Chen Xin could only keep such words to himself.

After all, because of Tang Hao's blow against Spirit Hall years ago, he had now established a towering image in the hearts of countless soul masters.

A large part of why they had come to provide aid this time was also because Ning Fengzhi wanted to earn some prestige for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

For that, they had even been willing to openly offend Tang Hao's mortal enemy, Spirit Hall.

What Ning Fengzhi had in mind was that as long as they saved Tang Hao, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be connected to this Clear Sky Douluo.

At that time, with three Peak Douluo protecting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, even Spirit Hall would no longer dare act directly against them.

So even if Chen Xin had grievances now, he could only swallow them.

If things went badly and they fell out with Tang Hao, then it would be too late to stop.

Because the moment they acted, they had already openly set themselves against Spirit Hall.

Ning Fengzhi knew that with the current Pope Bibi Dong's temperament, Spirit Hall would never spare the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Unfortunately, Ning Fengzhi did not know what would happen later. Otherwise, he would not have been so concerned about all this.

In truth, whether or not he stood against Spirit Hall was not important.

Because in the original story, no matter what happened, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would ultimately be attacked by Spirit Hall.

Back on the battlefield.

After countless thoughts flashed through Chen Xin's mind, he ultimately chose to abandon the sword thrust aimed at Qin Shiyuan.

With a swift flip, he nimbly and easily evaded the sweeping tail.

As for Qin Shiyuan, from beginning to end, he had actually kept his arms folded across his chest.

He smiled at the dodging Chen Xin as though he had long expected this scene.

"A swordsman, yet the distracting thoughts in your heart are such a mess. No wonder you failed to cultivate Sword Intent."

"You know Sword Intent too? The kind you left on Rongrong's face?"

Hearing Qin Shiyuan's words, Chen Xin froze.

Across the continent, this was the first time he had heard anyone besides himself mention Sword Intent.

Chen Xin had never seen anyone else possess this so-called Sword Intent.

Thus, the term Sword Intent was really just something he had created based on his own feelings.

He was very curious about the Sword Intent Qin Shiyuan spoke of, but Ning Rongrong was too far away for him to see it clearly.

He could hardly walk over just to take a look, could he? What would Ning Fengzhi and his daughter think?

But at a time like this, as a dignified Peak Douluo, he could not possibly let a mere Soul Saint suppress him.

He's so young, yet he claims to have comprehended Sword Intent. The intent he speaks of must still be far inferior to mine.

After carefully considering what Sword Intent was, Chen Xin believed he had found the answer, and his heart settled.

"Even a mere Soul Saint like you has Sword Intent. As a dignified Peak Douluo, mine is naturally several times stronger than yours."

"Since you want to see it, then I'll let you die beneath my Sword Intent!"

"Seven Kill Sword Intent!"

A sharp glint suddenly flashed through Sword Douluo's eyes.

The next moment, a longsword as clear blue as crystal appeared before him.

At the same time, nine brilliant Spirit Rings slowly rose behind his white robes.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Boom!

A thunderous roar rang through the air as a burst of energy erupted from the Seven Kill Sword floating in midair.

Carrying scattered, thin traces of killing intent, the current surged straight toward Qin Shiyuan.

"Hahahaha!"

Qin Shiyuan suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter.

"What are you laughing at? Sword Intent is noble and must not be insulted!"

Hearing Qin Shiyuan's wanton laughter, Chen Xin's face immediately darkened.

"Hahahaha! Sword Intent?"

At Chen Xin's words, Qin Shiyuan laughed even harder.

"That barely counts as Sword Qi... no, it's watered-down Sword Qi, hahahaha!"

"You!!!"

Chen Xin's tone instantly turned icy.

Everyone knew that the sword was everything to him, the one thing about him that could not be insulted.

That was why people called him Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

And now, Qin Shiyuan actually dared to mock his Sword Intent to his face.

In an instant, the fury in his heart rose to another level.

"If you cannot give me a satisfactory answer, then along with Rongrong's vengeance, I'll make you suffer every torment imaginable until you beg for death and cannot have it!"

"Oh? Still pretty arrogant!"

"Fine, then let me show you... what Sword Intent truly is!"