Sword-Body Unity: Gods and Demons Annihilation! Chen Xin Falls?! (Seeking Follow!)

Exploding Ring!

This was the most extreme, most tragic life-or-death technique a Soul Master could use!

At the cost of permanently losing Soul Rings, one gained terrifying power that surpassed one's limits in an instant!

Chen Xin was actually betting his life and all his lifelong cultivation on delivering the final sword strike of his life!

"No! Uncle Sword! Don't!"

Ning Fengzhi let out a heart-wrenching roar, trying to stop him.

But he was pushed away by an invisible sword aura and could not get close.

Chen Xin's body began to turn translucent, as though he were about to merge into the Seven Kill Sword already covered in cracks.

His life, soul, and will would all flow into this final strike!

Chen Xin's gaze crossed space-time, as if he saw that high-spirited young man.

He saw the countless days and nights he had spent practicing the sword throughout his life, and the sect he had protected for a lifetime.

At last, Chen Xin's gaze settled on Wei Ang's arrogant face.

"Emperor of the Sun Moon Continent..."

"Take... my final sword!"

"Ninth Soul Skill: Sword-Body Unity: Gods and Demons Annihilation!"

As Wei Ang faced Chen Xin's desperate attack, in which he wagered everything, the cruel smile on his face finally vanished.

It was replaced by unprecedented solemnity.

Wei Ang could clearly sense that within the Seven Kill Sword, which was about to shatter—

There was a pure, ultimate intent of destruction powerful enough to threaten his life!

"You want to die with me? You think you're worthy?!"

Wei Ang roared and no longer held anything back.

The phantom of the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon behind Wei Ang let out an earth-shaking roar.

Every scale on its enormous Dragon Body lit up with dazzling purple radiance, pouring endless Soul Power into Wei Ang's body.

At that moment, another icy, resolute voice rang out.

"Seventh Spirit Skill: Nine-Colored Dragon Soul True Body!"

Ning Junlan's expression was cold, without the slightest hesitation.

With a thought, the Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon Martial Soul behind her transformed into a pagoda.

The nine-story pagoda, wrapped in savage dragon phantoms, shot into the sky!

(I took the suggestion and changed the name from Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Dragon to Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon.)

Seven Soul Rings atop the pagoda shone brightly, and streams of crimson light shot out from it, accurately landing upon the Purple Gold Dragon God Wei Ang had transformed into.

"Nine colors have names: first, strength! Second, speed! Third, soul!..."

In an instant, six terrifying enhancements were all bestowed upon Wei Ang!

Every one of them far surpassed Ning Fengzhi's Soul Skills of the same rank.

In the Martial Soul Avatar state, they reached a staggering 135% amplification!

The Purple Gold Dragon God's aura surged once more. Black lightning even began to emerge across the surface of the purple energy sphere that had already condensed to its limit.

It was a sign that the energy was so immense that even space could no longer withstand it!

On the other side, Ning Fengzhi watched Chen Xin's life about to burn out, tears scalding his eyes.

"Uncle Sword—!"

Ning Fengzhi released a grief-stricken howl and activated his own Martial Soul Avatar as well!

"Seventh Soul Skill: Seven Treasure True Body!"

A brilliant seven-story pagoda rose from the ground, its seven-colored radiance flowing as it emitted a sacred yet tragic glow.

"Seven Treasures have names: first, strength; second, speed..."

Ning Fengzhi's voice choked up as he poured all his Soul Power and all his faith into the pagoda.

It became the purest light of support, flooding into Chen Xin's body, which had already turned translucent.

Under the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul Avatar's unreserved 80% all-attribute amplification—

Chen Xin's fading flame of life was like a fire doused with the fiercest divine oil, erupting to an unprecedented peak!

Bzzzz—!

At that moment, the crack-covered Seven Kill Sword seemed to come alive.

Every crack along the blade became a golden vein gushing with boundless sword intent.

Chen Xin's figure vanished completely, merging with the sword and becoming a pure sword light that pierced heaven and earth—one that words could not describe!

This sword light possessed no earth-shattering aura, yet it robbed the entire Sky Curtain Arena—and everything beyond it—of color.

It was the only thing that existed!

"Go!"

"Die!"

Accompanied by Wei Ang's roar and Chen Xin's final sword cry that resounded through the soul, the attacks containing the lifelong cultivation of four peak experts launched head-on!

The purple-black energy sphere containing destructive Dragon Might collided violently at the center of the arena with the Eternal Sword Light that carried protection and resolve!

There was no earth-shattering Explosion Sound.

At this moment, time and space seemed to lose all meaning.

The entire world sank into a deathly, pure white silence.

Everyone watching the Sky Screen, whether Titled Douluo or ordinary civilians, was completely stripped of sight and hearing. Nothing remained in their minds but blankness.

This ultimate silence lasted for less than a second.

The next moment—

BOOM!!!!!!!

The Destruction Storm swept wildly outward from the point of collision in every direction!

The ultimate sword light and tyrannical Purple Flame tore at and annihilated each other madly!

The indestructible Sky Curtain Arena crumbled inch by inch from its center before this power, as fragile as paper, turning into dust!

The energy storm lasted for more than ten seconds before gradually dispersing.

When everyone regained their vision and saw the scene in the arena clearly, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.

Nearly two-thirds of the once enormous arena had vanished, leaving only a small, shattered section along its edge.

Ning Junlan's face was pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Clearly, she had suffered backlash from the clash just now.

Yet she remained standing, her eyes fixed firmly on the center of the battlefield.

There, Wei Ang's figure reappeared.

The Purple Gold Dragon God form he had taken had shattered, and he had returned to human form.

Wei Ang knelt on one knee, supporting himself against the ground with one hand as he panted heavily.

Wei Ang's imperial robe was tattered, and a sword wound deep enough to expose bone ran across his chest.

It extended from his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen, golden Divine Blood continuously seeping from it.

Though he had blocked that sword, he had paid a grievous price!

"Madman... you utter madman!"

Wei Ang raised his head, his eyes filled with the lingering terror of survival and towering fury.

He had never imagined that Chen Xin would not even care about his life for the sake of this so-called competition!

Inside the Heaven Burying Coffin, Wei Yuan's expression was equally remarkable.

"Chen Xin got carried away, didn't he?"

"But..."

"It seems the Sky Screen favors Chen Xin. Perhaps it will revive him?"

Wei Yuan's expression was somewhat remarkable.

It seemed Chen Xin had turned misfortune into a blessing this time.

Opposite Wei Ang, there was no one left.

The Seven Kill Sword that had accompanied Chen Xin throughout his life had completely turned into points of light that scattered on the wind.

Chen Xin's body had likewise turned into countless glittering particles of light, slowly drifting away.

He had exhausted everything he possessed to unleash that sword strike that would amaze the ages, and he had reached the end of his life.

"Uncle Sword..."