Beyond the walls of Jialing Pass, battle cries intertwined with the thunderous roars of soul skills. Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood in midair, the Seven Kill Sword humming in his hand as razor-sharp sword qi, nearly tangible, enveloped Ghost Leopard Douluo below. He looked toward the pass, his brows tightly furrowed—since Tang San had pursued Bibi Dong into the pass, no clear news had come from within. Only faint energy fluctuations could be sensed, making it clear that the battle's outcome remained undecided. I have to end this fight quickly and support them inside! As soon as the thought crossed Chen Xin's mind, his Soul Power surged explosively. Countless silvery-white sword phantoms burst from the Seven Kill Sword and shot toward Ghost Leopard Douluo like a torrential downpour.
"Damn it! Why can't I shake off this old bastard's sword phantoms?!" Ghost Leopard Douluo dodged frantically through the air. His speed was renowned for its swiftness, yet under Sword Douluo's sword qi blockade, every evasion was fraught with danger. The silvery-white sword phantoms clung to him like maggots to bone, constantly locking onto his movements. They had even torn through his black robe, leaving several bone-deep wounds. "If I can't shake them off, then I'll fight you to the death!" A vicious glint flashed through Ghost Leopard Douluo's eyes as black Soul Power surged around him. His Seventh Spirit Ring suddenly lit up. "Seventh soul skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
As the soul skill activated, Ghost Leopard Douluo's body rapidly swelled, transforming into a colossal Ghost Leopard several zhang long. Eerie green mist coiled around its black fur, while its sharp claws and fangs gleamed coldly. It lunged fiercely at Sword Douluo, its claws tearing through the air with a piercing shriek as it tried to break through the sword qi blockade.