Total Suppression! Chen Xin's Desperate Gamble: All Nine Rings Explode—So What If I Die! (Seeking Follow!)

Ning Junlan's right leg transformed into a crimson dragon phantom, carrying unrivaled speed and a shriek that tore through the air.

It viciously kicked toward Ning Fengzhi's chest!

This strike was swift to the extreme, ruthless to the extreme!

Ning Junlan, an auxiliary Soul Sage whose level had been suppressed to level 79 by the Sky Screen.

With the enhancement of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, she unleashed a terrifying attack that even Titled Douluo would have to take seriously!

In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, only that ever-growing crimson dragon phantom remained, along with boundless despair.

He finally understood.

This duel had never been meant to prove any "way."

It was for... humiliation.

Humiliation!

Utter, complete humiliation!

The deadly crimson dragon phantom was reflected in Ning Fengzhi's pupils.

Never had the shadow of death loomed over him so clearly.

All his life, he had planned and maneuvered, leading the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to unprecedented heights.

Yet he had never imagined that he would die in such a humiliating manner, at the hands of a descendant from one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's branch bloodlines.

However, at the very moment the leg phantom tearing through the air was about to strike his chest—

"Don't even think about it!"

A furious roar, like metal splitting stone, exploded from within the Purple Blazing Dragon Breath!

Chen Xin, tightly suppressed by the dragon breath, had bloodshot eyes filled with crimson veins.

Chen Xin did not try to dissolve it with a soul skill, because he knew there was no time. He made the fiercest, most resolute choice possible!

Pfft—!

Chen Xin violently spat out a mouthful of heart's blood, spraying it across the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.

At the same time, the Soul Power within Chen Xin's body surged in reverse in a self-destructive flow, and violent sword energy burst from him without restraint!

"Eighth Soul Skill: Sword Breaks the Firmament!"

At the cost of severely injuring himself, Chen Xin forcibly broke free from Wei Ang's suppression!

A sword light condensed to the utmost ignored the distance of space and instantly appeared before Ning Fengzhi.

Wei Ang reacted with extreme speed and struck after Chen Xin.

"I say, are you looking down on me?"

Wei Ang narrowed his eyes. Behind him, the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon threw back its head and roared, charging at Chen Xin from behind.

Clang—!!!

The crimson and purple dragon phantoms collided violently with the resplendent sword light!

A terrifying storm of energy erupted around the two of them.

The entire Sky Curtain Arena shook violently.

Ning Junlan performed an elegant flip in midair and landed lightly back where she had stood, a flash of surprised anger crossing her face.

Her attack had actually been blocked.

On the other side was an incomparably miserable sight.

Crack...

A crisp sound of breaking rang out. A clear fracture had appeared on the blade of the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand!

Chen Xin was sent flying backward like a Broken Kite.

While still in the air, blood scattered from him like rain before he crashed heavily against the edge of the Arena with a dull thud.

"Uncle Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi's eyes nearly split apart. Disregarding everything, he rushed to Chen Xin's side and helped him up.

At this moment, Chen Xin's face was pale as wax, and his aura had wilted to the extreme.

Ning Junlan's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone skill did not place much burden on Chen Xin because her Soul Power had been suppressed to level 79.

But the greater threat was Wei Ang, who had attacked from behind Chen Xin.

For this, Chen Xin had paid the grievous price of damaging his own meridians to forcibly break through the suppression.

"Cough, cough..."

Chen Xin coughed violently. With every cough, fragments of bloodied internal organs spilled from his mouth.

Chen Xin looked at the cracked Seven Kill Sword in his hand, his eyes filled with sorrow and unwillingness.

"Hahaha... what deeply moving loyalty between master and servant."

Wei Ang's laughter was filled with undisguised mockery. He slowly strode forward, looking down from a height at the bedraggled pair as though they were two ants.

"To save an auxiliary-type, you've made yourself half-dead.

Chen Xin, the so-called number one swordsman of the Douluo Continent, you have truly broadened my horizons."

Ning Junlan also walked over. Her cold gaze fell upon Ning Fengzhi as she said blandly:

"Do you see it now? This is your 'way'—fragile and incapable of withstanding a single blow.

The destiny of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has always been to rely on the strong, and you chose the wrong one to rely on."

Ning Junlan then turned her gaze toward Chen Xin, a trace of pity in her tone.

"And your so-called 'Guardian' is merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Utterly ridiculous."

Humiliation!

Every sentence, every word, was like the sharpest blade, viciously stabbing into the hearts of Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

And into the hearts of every citizen of the Douluo Continent watching the Sky Screen.

Across the continent, there was dead silence.

Countless people clenched their fists, their nails digging deeply into their palms, yet they could only helplessly watch the despairing scene on the screen.

"Fengzhi..."

Chen Xin trembled as he pushed away Ning Fengzhi's support. Using the cracked Seven Kill Sword to brace himself, he staggered to his feet.

Chen Xin's back remained perfectly straight.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... has only Soul Masters who die in battle..."

Chen Xin panted, his voice hoarse, yet every word rang like steel.

"Never... cowards who surrender!"

"Well said."

Wei Ang applauded, the smile on his face growing ever more cruel.

"I shall fulfill your integrity!"

The instant he finished speaking, his ninth soul ring—the crimson soul ring symbolizing one hundred thousand years of cultivation—suddenly lit up!

A terrifying Dragon Might far beyond anything before instantly enveloped the entire Arena!

"Ninth Soul Skill: Purple Blazing Dragon God's Wrath!"

Wei Ang's figure completely merged with the phantom of the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon behind him, transforming into a towering Purple Gold Dragon God.

Wei Ang slowly raised a Dragon Claw. Within its palm, a purple sphere of energy containing the aura of Destruction was rapidly condensing.

This strike was enough to utterly erase the entire Arena, along with Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi upon it!

All color drained from Ning Fengzhi's face, leaving behind only endless despair.

Yet within this abyss of despair, Chen Xin smiled.

Chen Xin's smile was bleak, yet resolute.

"Fengzhi, in all my life, I have never failed the sword in my hand."

Chen Xin turned his head and looked deeply at Ning Fengzhi, his eyes carrying a trace of apology and relief.

"Today, let me... open the way for you one last time!"

Buzz—!

All of Chen Xin's soul rings lit up at this moment, then shattered one after another!

First soul ring, shattered!

Second soul ring, shattered!

Eighth soul ring, shattered!

With every soul ring that shattered, Chen Xin's aura surged higher, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand let out a mournful cry.

More and more cracks spread across the blade, yet the light shining from within grew ever brighter!

"Exploding Ring!?"

The smile on Wei Ang's face froze for the first time, replaced by a trace of solemnity.

This was different from the Clear Sky Sect's Exploding Ring.

The Clear Sky Sect's Exploding Ring detonated soul rings to increase power, but it would only leave one weakened for a few days.

But Chen Xin's Exploding Ring was a true fight to the death!

At this moment, Soul Masters across the entire continent rose to their feet in shock!