The Four Realms of a Mortal's Swordsmanship

Today, he had finally met an opponent far younger than himself, and he could sense that Xiao Yun had not even used half his strength. As for his ninth soul skill, Chen Xin did not want to use it in a place like this either. After all, that was also his trump card.

Chen Xin went straight to Xiao Yun's side, raised both hands, and cupped his fists. "Xiao, my young friend, your attainment in the sword far surpasses mine. Chen Xin is impressed."

Xiao Yun put away his sword and returned the salute.

"Senior Chen Xin's attainment in the sword also impresses this junior. Your Seven Kill Sword is used with consummate skill, and your soul power is pure. I have seen quite a few sword experts, but very few can stand shoulder to shoulder with you, Senior."

Sword Douluo burst into laughter. "Xiao, my young friend, there's no need to comfort me. A loss is a loss. I, Chen Xin, am not someone who can't afford to lose."

He paused. "But there is one thing I would like to ask Young Master Xiao."

"Please speak, Senior."

"My sword path enters the Dao through killing. The Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul is naturally a sword of slaughter. I have cultivated for sixty years and believed I had already comprehended the word 'kill' to its utmost, but I discovered that the sword path Young Master Xiao uses is completely different from mine. It has no killing intent and no vicious aura, yet it is sharper than my sword and fiercer than my sword." He looked at Xiao Yun, his gaze burning. "For Young Master Xiao, what are the realms of swordsmanship?"

The valley fell silent.

Not far away, Ning Fengzhi held his breath, Bone Douluo tilted his ear to listen,