Next Time We Meet, Make Friends? Could It Be an Invasion of the Douluo Continent! Twenty Thousand Years of Unresigned Grievance for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Crack—!

A crisp, light sound that seemed to exist only on the level of the soul echoed from within Chen Xin.

That was a shackle!

It was the Level 96 soul power barrier that had plagued Chen Xin for many years and kept him from taking that step!

Before the brand-new realm of sword dao, this once-indestructible barrier shattered instantly like thin ice!

A flash of enlightened brilliance crossed Chen Xin's tranquil eyes.

The next moment, the sword intent that had just been restrained within Chen Xin's body once again surged into the sky uncontrollably!

Yet this time, it was no longer a display of piercing sharpness, but rather a majestic aura as heavy as a mountain and as rounded and fluent as the Dao!

Boom!

A powerful soul power fluctuation spread out overwhelmingly with him at the center, sweeping across the entire arena!

Level 97!

Having experienced life and death and comprehended the sword dao, Sword Douluo Chen Xin finally relied on his own accumulation and the gift of the Sky Screen to break through the limit and step into a higher level of Titled Douluo!

"This... This..."

Ning Fengzhi had just steadied Chen Xin's arm, and feeling that uncontainable soul power, he was too excited to finish a sentence.

"Uncle Jian, you... You've broken through!"

Feeling the unprecedentedly powerful soul power within his body, along with that effortless sense of mastery over the application of sword dao, Chen Xin nodded slowly.

He looked once again at Wei Ang opposite him, his gaze no longer holding any intent to battle, but only a pure appraisal between martial artists.

"Thank you for your guidance."

Wei Ang looked at Chen Xin, filled with appreciation.

"Chen Xin, you are strong. I am willing to call you the number one in sword dao."

"Thank you."

Chen Xin nodded calmly.

In Spirit City, Qian Daoliu, who was watching the Sky Screen Arena, fell silent.

Chen Xin, the number one in sword dao?

"So be it."

Qian Daoliu sighed and shook his head.

Chen Xin's performance was undoubtedly bringing glory to the Douluo Continent.

Qian Daoliu thoroughly approved of this as well.

As for Wei Ang's evaluation, although Qian Daoliu wanted to refute it in his heart, upon careful thought, he could only silently acquiesce.

Even though his Angel Clan also practiced swordsmanship, it was different from Chen Xin's deep devotion to sword dao.

The Six-winged Angel Spirit was primarily endowed with the sacred and light attributes.

Swordsmanship was merely incidental.

Though Qian Daoliu could leverage his advantage in realm to enhance his application of sword dao and thereby suppress Chen Xin, when it came to true comprehension of sword dao, Qian Daoliu admitted he was inferior to Chen Xin, who had achieved the unity of man and sword.

Qian Daoliu lowered his head and looked at the ancient book clutched in his hand.

He had finally found the ancient book he had been searching for.

Yet the battle on the Sky Screen Arena earlier had been so breathtaking that he had momentarily forgotten to read.

Just as Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Wei Ang, and Ning Junlan waited to be teleported away, the will of the Sky Screen descended once more.

Hum!

Hum!

Two more pillars of golden light descended from the sky, landing on Wei Ang and Ning Junlan respectively.

In an instant, both felt a lightness in their bodies.

The binding sensation of being forcibly suppressed to Level 96 by the Sky Screen for the sake of a fair duel vanished!

Wei Ang's aura surged wildly, instantly surpassing the newly breakthrough Chen Xin and returning to his original peak Level 98 soul power as a top powerhouse of the Sun Moon Continent!

Ning Junlan's aura recovered accordingly, nine-colored light revolving as her soul power steadily returned to the Level 97 tier.

Immediately following this, within the golden light, a pure surge of life energy poured into both of their bodies.

The bone-deep sword mark on Wei Ang's chest and Ning Junlan's pale complexion from excessive support were both recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In merely a few short seconds, the injuries and exhaustion on the two were completely smoothed away by the Sky Screen, restoring them to their most consummate, peak condition!

The rules of the Sky Screen were chillingly impartial.

It rewarded Chen Xin, who was defeated yet retained his glory.

It restored Wei Ang and Ning Junlan, who were injured in battle.

Wei Ang gazed with burning eyes at the white-robed swordsman opposite him, whose aura had already stabilized at Level 97.

A heartfelt appreciation and boldness appeared on his face.

"Chen Xin, you are a respectable opponent."

Wei Ang said aloud, his voice devoid of the slightest hostility.

"Today our stances differ, so we can only determine victory and defeat. When we meet next time, you and I must surely drink our fill and make friends!"

Feeling the other's magnanimity, ripples stirred within Chen Xin's tranquil eyes.

He had been infatuated with the sword his entire life and had few friends, but for true powerhouses, he never grudged his respect.

"Good."

Chen Xin spoke concisely, yet it weighed as heavily as a mountain.

Beside them, Ning Fengzhi heard this exchange, and monstrous waves churned in his heart.

Friends?

Next time we meet?

Ning Fengzhi's heart sank abruptly, a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

He recalled the earth-shattering information previously revealed by the Sky Screen—

The expeditionary navy of the Sun Moon Continent was already at the gates of Sea God Island!

What kind of place was Sea God Island?

It was the final barrier for the Douluo Continent against enemies from the sea!

Once Sea God Island fell...

The "next time we meet" of which Wei Ang spoke—

Was likely not a joyful gathering of friends sharing wine, but rather the tragic, bloody battlefield where two continents clashed with weapons drawn and rivers of blood flowed!

This Wei Ang possessed a strength as high as peak Level 98, and by his side was a Level 97 Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon soul master...

They were probably the vanguard commanders of the Sun Moon Continent's invading force!

At this thought, Ning Fengzhi's back was soaked in cold sweat.

His gaze involuntarily turned toward the woman named Ning Junlan, his eyes filled with the utmost complexity.

Both of the auxiliary attribute, both possessing glazed martial souls.

Ning Fengzhi could sense the might and purity of the other's martial soul.

Yet what made him even more unsettled was that legendary Nine-Story Nine-Colored Nine Treasures Glazed Tile!

This was the ultimate evolution that generations of ancestors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had dreamed of!

Seeing the surrounding space begin to distort, the teleportation power of the Sky Screen had descended.

A massive pulling sensation arrived, and Ning Fengzhi knew they were about to be teleported away.

He could wait no longer!

Ning Fengzhi suppressed all the anxiety and hostility in his heart, speaking to Ning Junlan the question that had plagued him and his forebears for twenty thousand years:

"Ning Junlan of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Sect Master Ning! I ask you, how on earth can the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect truly evolve into the Nine Treasures!"

His voice was filled with lingering grievance and earnest pleading.

Ning Junlan was preparing to be teleported when she heard this inquiry, pausing slightly.

Ning Junlan looked at Ning Fengzhi's face, which was written over with eagerness and yearning, a complex emotion flashing in her purple eyes.

She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.

However, the teleportation power of the Sky Screen reached its peak at this moment.

Hum—!

A flash of light, and the figures of the four vanished from the arena without a trace.

The last thing Ning Fengzhi saw was Ning Junlan's hesitant gaze, along with... an inaudible sigh.

He obtained no answer.

Light and shadow shifted, stars revolving.

When Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin once again stood on solid ground, they had already returned to the outside of the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.