A Clash with Chen Xin

Behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's mountain, there was a deep, secluded valley.

Steep cliffs rose on both sides, their faces covered in moss and vines.

At the bottom of the valley was a flat stretch of grassland. The grass was knee-high, soft underfoot, and as the breeze blew through it, the green blades rose and fell like waves.

Sunlight spilled down through gaps in the cliffs, casting mottled patches of light and shadow across the ground.

This was indeed a good place for a match.

Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and Ning Rongrong stood at the entrance to the valley.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin walked to the center of the valley and turned around. The wind stirred his white hair and white robes, his sleeves fluttering as he raised his right hand, and a long sword of pure silver condensed in his palm.

The Seven Kill Sword was unsheathed.

The sword body was slender, the sword blade sharp, and a black gemstone was embedded at the guard, giving off a faint glow. Nine ancient characters were engraved on the sword body—"Protect, Settle, Wings, Shadows, Might, Myriad, True, Break, Heart." They were the corresponding runes condensed from the Seven Kill Sword's nine spirit skills.

Beneath Sword Douluo's feet, nine spirit rings slowly rose—two yellow, two purple, and five black. Nine spirit rings in all, and the pressure of a Super Douluo immediately spread out.

The immense pressure radiated in every direction. The grass on the meadow was pressed flat against the ground, moss on the cliffs rustled down, and the birds in the valley took fright and flew up.

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes. Bone Douluo stood in front of Ning Rongrong, while Ning Rongrong poked her head out from behind him, staring unblinkingly in Xiao Yun and Chen Xin's