Seven Killing Sword Domain

"Uncle Jian!"

Ning Fengzhi was the first to react. Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he hurriedly stepped forward, his tone filled with concern and reassurance.

"The Heavenly Dao Ranking List has its own mysterious standards. Perhaps it does not judge superiority solely by attack power. The sharpness of Uncle Jian's Seven Killing Sword is known throughout the world; no ranking can easily deny it!"

Gu Rong also came back to his senses and heavily slapped Chen Xin on the shoulder, saying in a gruff voice.

"Old Chen! Don't overthink it. What does a ranking matter? Strength is what counts!"

"You've received a reward now, and your strength has greatly improved. That's the real benefit!"

"Who cares what place you're in? Who would dare look down on your Seven Killing Sword!"

Chen Xin slowly raised his head and looked at the sect master and his close friend before him, their faces full of concern.

The trace of confusion in his eyes gradually gave way to an even more condensed Sword Intent.

"Fengzhi, old bones, I'm fine."

Chen Xin's voice regained its usual chilliness, yet carried a depth it had never possessed before.

"The Heavenly Dao Ranking List has indeed shown me my own shortcomings, as well as the vastness of this world."

"15th Place... that is fine. At least now I know that beyond the sword path, there are still higher peaks waiting to be climbed."

At that moment, the Golden Light Pillar containing the Heavenly Dao's gift precisely crossed space,

and descended upon Chen Xin!

Buzz—!

An energy far sharper and purer than the one Gu Rong and Golden Crocodile Douluo had received during their baptisms surged into Chen Xin's body.

His peak Rank 96 Soul Power instantly swelled, and that sturdy barrier was shattered with almost no resistance!

Rank 97!

A high-level existence among Super Douluos!

At the same time, his nine Soul Rings, praised as the pinnacle of attack power—two yellow, two purple, and five black—automatically appeared.

Tempered by the golden energy, their radiance surged as their colors visibly deepened and transformed!

In the end, they stabilized into a configuration of four purple and five black!

The four Thousand-Year Soul Rings in particular had already come infinitely close to becoming Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

Boom!

An indescribably earth-shattering Sword Intent erupted from Chen Xin's body and shot into the heavens!

It was as though an invisible Giant Sword lay across the sky above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, its fierce Sword Qi causing the surrounding space to warp slightly.

The Sword Intent swiftly rose further, forming a domain around Chen Xin composed entirely of Sword Qi.

The realm of Sword Domain above Sword Intent.

At that moment, every sword-type Tool Martial Soul within the sect let out a hum, as though bowing before their king!

Chen Xin closed his eyes tightly.

He felt the Seven Killing Sword Intent within him, as though it had been forged a thousand times over and become ever sharper and more unmatched, along with his surging, boundless Soul Power.

He suddenly opened his eyes, dazzling light bursting from them like two tangible sword beams!

He slowly raised his hand, pressing two fingers together like a sword as the conviction to cut through everything gathered once more.

"15th Place... so be it. Let me see just what kind of existences stand ahead of me!"

Chen Xin's voice was not loud, yet it carried an unshakable determination.

At this moment, his Sword Heart underwent a tempering and became even purer and more resilient.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong sensed the increasingly unfathomable Sword Intent on Chen Xin and felt somewhat relieved.

Yet at the same time, their hearts grew even heavier.

If even the Seven Killing Sword was like this, then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda...

Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong sat high upon her throne. When she heard "Seven Killing Sword, 15th Place," she was briefly stunned.

Then a cold, complicated curve appeared on her lips.

"Chen Xin's Seven Killing Sword... only ranks fifteenth?"

Her Phoenix Eyes narrowed slightly.

Even the Seven Killing Sword, hailed as number one in attack power, had only achieved this rank.

But immediately afterward, a deeper chill rose from the bottom of her heart.

Seven Killing Sword, 15th Place!

This ranking completely exceeded the scope of her intelligence!

"Gui Mei, is there still no news from Yue Guan?"

Bibi Dong's voice carried a trace of barely perceptible impatience.

A black shadow quietly emerged. It was another intelligence chief of Spirit Hall. He dropped to one knee and respectfully replied.

"Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, the two Elders are pursuing the matter with all their strength. The general area where the reward pillars descend can be roughly determined, but the target regions are often occupied by powerful forces or have complicated terrain. Precise positioning requires time."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly. "Tell them that I do not care what methods they use. Find a way to lock onto those light pillars as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

Bibi Dong dismissed her subordinate and turned her gaze back to the Sky Screen, her nails digging deeply into her palm.

The Seven Killing Sword's ranking was like a basin of cold water, waking her from the faint complacency brought about by her increase in strength.

The obstacles before her grand ambition of unification were likely far greater than she had imagined.

Inside the Worship Hall.

Dead Silence.

Several worshippers Looked at Each Other, each seeing the shock and disbelief in the others' eyes.

"Seven Killing Sword... fifteenth..."

Thousand Jun Douluo repeated the ranking in a low voice.

These old men had personally witnessed the terrifying edge of Chen Xin's Seven Killing Sword.

It was the ultimate attack that even Qian Daoliu had once praised.

Falling Devil Douluo curled his lips, his tone carrying a trace of bitterness. "Even that old brat Chen Xin's sword only ranks fifteenth... then the old friends of us few are probably..."

He did not finish his sentence, but his meaning was obvious.

Although their Martial Souls were powerful, they did not believe they held any clear advantage over the Seven Killing Sword. They might even be slightly inferior.

If the Seven Killing Sword was only fifteenth, they likely did not even qualify to make the list.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily focused on Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu still stood there calmly, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the hands clasped behind his back had tightened slightly.

Waves churned deep within his golden eyes.

Seven Killing Sword, 15th Place...

This ranking had likewise far exceeded his expectations.

He had originally believed that the greatest competitor to the Six-winged Angel Martial Soul was the Sea God Martial Soul, perhaps with the Clear Sky Hammer added at most.

But now...

There were fourteen unknown Martial Souls ahead of it, judged by the Heavenly Dao to be superior to the Seven Killing Sword!

This made him uncertain whether his granddaughter Qian Renxue's Six-winged Angel Martial Soul could firmly remain in the Top Three.

He even felt a trace of uncertainty over whether it could enter the top five.

"Quiet."

Qian Daoliu finally spoke. His voice remained steady, yet carried unquestionable authority.

"The Heavenly Dao Ranking List reveals the potential and quality of Martial Souls themselves, not an absolute ranking of strength."

"Chen Xin reached his current heights with the Seven Killing Sword because of his personal cultivation and attainment in the sword path."

"Xue'er's Angel Martial Soul was bestowed by the gods and possesses limitless potential."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the worshippers. "As for the ranking, we need only wait and see. No matter what, this is also an opportunity for us to see the hidden powers of the world clearly."

Though he said so, an invisible pressure had already enveloped the entire Worship Hall.

Shrek Academy.

The training ground was silent.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and the others stood with their mouths wide open.

They stared at the words "Seven Killing Sword, 15th Place" on the Sky Screen, unable to speak for a long while.

Flender vigorously rubbed his eyes, then pushed up his glasses and muttered.

"I-I'm not seeing things, am I? The Seven Killing Sword... fifteenth?"