Yu Xiaogang's Faith Collapsed, the Clear Sky Hammer Was Nothing Special!

"What?"

"The Seven Kill Sword? It was a spirit on par with the Clear Sky Hammer, yet it only ranked eighteenth?"

There was a trace of surprise in Bibi Dong's voice.

Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo.

The guardian of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a renowned Rank 97 Super Douluo.

His Seven Kill Sword possessed such formidable attack power that, among all Weapon Spirits on the continent, only the Clear Sky Sect's Clear Sky Hammer could nearly rival it.

Such a powerful spirit only ranked eighteenth?

Standing behind her, Hu Liena wore the same astonishment on her alluring face.

She spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of wonder.

"The Heavenly Screen is incredible. It can even heal Chen Xin's severed hand."

In the previous battle, the Sword Douluo Chen Xin had defended the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect against the siege of several Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall, losing an arm in the process. The news had long since spread across the continent.

Upon hearing Hu Liena's words, the surprise on Bibi Dong's face gradually faded. Her lips curled slightly, and a teasing smile appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face.

Meanwhile.

Jialing Pass, rear encampment.

Within a quiet, luxurious hall, sandalwood incense drifted through the air.

Qian Yu reclined against a broad grandmaster's chair, his eyes half-closed and his expression at ease.

Behind him, a graceful figure knelt.

Gongsun Li wore a fiery red dancing dress with a slit cut high along the hem. With her subtle movements, her ivory-white, slender legs appeared and vanished from view, stirring the imagination.

Her delicate hands pressed against Qian Yu's shoulders with just the right amount of force, easing his fatigue.

While the outside world was thrown into an uproar over the Spirit Ranking, all was peaceful here.

Qian Yu slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the Heavenly Screen projected by the Water Mirror Technique within the hall, his tone calm.

"The Seven Kill Sword, eighteenth place."

"Just as I expected."

"The top ten should all be ours."

There was not the slightest ripple in his voice, as though everything was merely confirming an answer he had known all along.

Gongsun Li stopped what she was doing. Her beautiful eyes shone with admiration as she smiled gently.

"Young Master, not only is your strength unfathomable, but you also see through all things in this world. A'li truly admires you beyond measure."

After a pause, a trace of indignation and regret entered her voice.

"That Bibi Dong is truly laughable. She abandoned a True Dragon like you, Young Master, yet she still cannot forget Yu Xiaogang."

"That Wasted is a hundred thousand miles beneath you."

Gongsun Li's heart was filled with envy toward Pope Bibi Dong.

In the hearts of the women of Jixia Academy, the man before her was the sole ruler of this world.

Being able to serve at his side was the pursuit of their entire lives.

Qian Yu ignored her complaints and simply asked, "A'li, is there any other news?"

At his words, Gongsun Li immediately composed herself and replied respectfully.

"Young Master, according to spies planted by Wonderful Sound Pavilion within Spirit Hall, the eldest young lady... Qian Renxue, will soon depart for Jialing Pass."

Wonderful Sound Pavilion was an Intelligence Organization personally established by Qian Yu.

Its members were spread across every corner of the continent. Whether in Spirit Hall, the Two Great Empires, or even within Shrek Academy, they had people everywhere.

Nothing that happened across the continent could escape Qian Yu's eyes.

At the mention of "Qian Renxue," a gentle smile finally appeared on Qian Yu's otherwise tranquil face.

He sat up straight, his eyes carrying anticipation and affection.

"Xue'er is coming..."

He murmured softly. As if remembering something, he shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

"That child is good in every way."

"She just... likes to cling to people too much."

Outside Jialing Pass.

Within the central command tent of the Heaven Dou Empire's main camp.

The atmosphere was deathly silent, broken only by the heavy breathing of those present.

"What?"

"The Seven Kill Sword... only ranked eighteenth?"

At last, someone broke the oppressive silence, their voice filled with disbelief.

It was Ning Rongrong.

Her bright, beautiful eyes were wide open, her small lips slightly parted, and her delicate face was filled with utter disbelief.

Her long, slender legs were lightly crossed, the curves beneath her skirt captivating, yet now they had tensed with excitement.

"How could that be? Grandpa Sword's Seven Kill Sword only ranked eighteenth?"

This ranking was far too low!

In her heart, the Sword Douluo Chen Xin was synonymous with invincibility, and his Seven Kill Sword was the sharpest weapon in the world!

Yet now, the divine decree from the heavens told her that this sword merely ranked eighteenth.

"Gulp."

Flender, standing nearby, pushed up his reading glasses and blinked hard, as though trying to see more clearly.

He swallowed with difficulty and muttered, "Could it be that my old eyes are failing me? Did I see it wrong?"

Yet the gilded words on the Heavenly Screen were incomparably clear. Every stroke seemed to carry the Momentum to cleave apart mountains and rivers, leaving no room for misreading.

"Gasp!"

Yu Xiaogang sharply drew in a breath. His face, always known for its stiffness and solemnity, was now filled with shock.

"How... how is this possible!"

He muttered in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly.

"According to my Spirit Theory, the Seven Kill Sword's quality is on par with the Clear Sky Hammer. Both are among the continent's finest Weapon Spirits!"

"Its attack power has even reached the pinnacle of Weapon Spirits!"

"With a spirit like that, it should at least rank in the top ten, perhaps even... the top five!"

A towering wave rose in Yu Xiaogang's heart. The scene before him violently conflicted with the Spirit Theory he had spent half his life constructing.

For the first time, his convictions were shaken.

"But now, it only ranks eighteenth?"

"Then... then what about the Clear Sky Hammer? How high can the Clear Sky Hammer rank?"

He instinctively turned to look at his proudest disciple.

Tang San's handsome face had turned exceptionally grave.

His fists clenched unconsciously within his sleeves.

"The Seven Kill Sword is known as the continent's strongest offensive Weapon Spirit. Its Momentum can rival my Clear Sky Hammer, yet it... only ranks eighteenth?"

This ranking dealt him an equally massive blow.

The Seven Kill Sword's ranking brought him a crushing pressure.

The other members of the Shrek Seven Devils looked at one another, seeing the same emotions in each other's eyes.

Shock, and a trace of... disappointment.

Oscar rubbed his nose and gave a bitter smile.

"It's over, it's over. Even the Seven Kill Sword of the Sword Douluo only ranks eighteenth. It looks like my Sausage Spirit has no chance at all."

Dai Mubai also looked grave as he said in a low voice, "Other than Hongjun and Little San, I'm afraid none of us have any hope of making the Spirit Ranking."

With those words, the atmosphere in the tent grew even heavier.