The sky seemed to have been forcibly torn open.
A massive sword descended from the clouds, carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Its blade was ancient and unadorned, without a single flashy pattern.
Yet the chill it radiated seemed to freeze the air for a hundred miles around.
Seven Kill Sword.
"Seventh Soul Skill..."
Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, had unleashed his ultimate move.
This sword was like a final punctuation mark.
The previously deafening and brutal battlefield fell silent in an instant.
The black-clad men still fighting froze stiffly in place.
They felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to the tops of their heads.
It was the scent of death.
The color drained from Ghost Douluo Yue Guan's bewitching face.
He stared fixedly at the massive sword embedded in the ground, his throat dry.
"Chen Xin..."
The two words seemed to have been squeezed out from between his teeth.
Specter Douluo Gui Mei beside him reacted even more violently.
His body was naturally ghostly, and he feared this sort of unyielding, blazing killing aura most of all.
The black mist swirling around him was continuously forced to shrink by the sword aura.
Like remnants of snow meeting a blazing sun.
"Retreat!"
Gui Mei did not hesitate in the slightest.
Even though the mission had yet to be completed.
Even though he would have to face the Pope's wrath upon returning.
If they did not leave now, this would become their burial ground.
He knew Chen Xin's offensive power all too well, especially the Seven Kill Sword after the Seventh Soul Skill had been activated.
It was the weapon martial soul known as the strongest attack on the continent.
If Chen Xin truly went all out, even Yue Guan and he combined would