Fifteenth Place on the Golden Ranking! Qian Daoliu Wasn't Dead!

Chen Xin was ranked fifteenth, just as Tang Chen had expected.

However, in the very next moment, his footsteps suddenly halted.

A violent emotional fluctuation originating from the depths of his bloodline crossed endless space and clearly reached his senses.

That was... his mother Ah Yin's aura.

It contained extreme sorrow, fury, and... heartache that seeped into the marrow.

Tang Chen's gaze instantly darkened.

For the first time, a chill capable of freezing time and space flashed through his ever-calm eyes.

It was Tang Hao.

Apart from him, no one else could make his mother experience such intense emotional turmoil.

What had that man done to his mother again?

The power of the Primordial Blue Silver Bloodline silently circulated inside Tang Chen's body, making the sorrowful call from his mother increasingly clear.

Tang Chen raised his head and gazed in the direction of Jialing Pass, his eyes seeming to pierce through the void.

"Looks like before settling old scores, I must first save Mother from her misery."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inside the great hall, the deathly silence was followed by an even fiercer uproar.

"Chen Xin... was only fifteenth?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's signature strange laugh froze on his face. He looked at his old friend beside him with a complicated expression.

The folding fan in Ning Fengzhi's hand had long since closed, and the sharp gleam in his eyes had turned into profound shock.

"Chen Xin, at the peak of Level 97, with the might of the Seven Kill Sword—how many people on the continent could stand against him?"

"He was actually... only at the bottom of the ranking list?"

Everyone's gaze subconsciously converged upon that figure as straight as a sword.

Chen Xin himself frowned slightly at this moment.

He was not surprised that he had made the ranking list. What surprised him was this position.

It was too low.

He had pursued the sword all his life and believed that, in terms of offensive power, he was inferior to no one in the world—not even the legendary Level 99 Peerless Douluo.

"Fifteenth..."

Chen Xin murmured to himself. There was no disappointment in his eyes; instead, a long-lost fighting spirit ignited within them.

"Interesting."

"I'd like to see just who the fourteen people ranked above me are."

At that moment, the Great Dao Golden Ranking above the firmament changed once more. Lines of new golden text cascaded down like a waterfall, clearly appearing before every living being on the continent.

[Chen Xin's Life Review: Inheritor of the Seven Kill Sword, born into a family of sword cultivators. He recognized swords at three, learned swordsmanship at six, and devoted his life to the sword with sincerity.]

[His father, Chen Jianjun, was also an exceptionally gifted figure. At Level 98, he once challenged Spirit Hall's Great Consecrator, the Level 99 Peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu. Though defeated, he earned glory nonetheless.]

The words on the Golden Ranking seemed to possess a kind of magic, uncovering that long-sealed past.

Before Jialing Pass, countless older powerhouses who knew that history all let out sighs.

"Chen Jianjun... the swordsmanship prodigy of those days. What a pity—he challenged someone he should never have challenged."

"Yes, that battle was earth-shattering. Though he lost, he let the world witness the edge of the Seven Kill Sword."

Within the Heaven Dou Great Camp, Yu Xiaogang looked grave.

"Qian Daoliu... Spirit Hall's pillar, the peak existence of the previous generation."

"Senior Chen Xin's father actually possessed such courage."

The Golden Ranking Scene shifted, and more words emerged.

[To avenge his father, Chen Xin devoted himself to swordsmanship. However, while attempting to break through the Level 97 bottleneck, Spirit Hall injured the source of his vitality and blood. Thus, he remained forever at Level 97, with no possibility of further advancement.]

As soon as this line appeared, sighs of regret rang out across the entire continent.

"So that's why! I was wondering why Sword Douluo Your Excellency had remained at Level 97 for so many years!"

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Gu Rong clenched his fists until they cracked, fury surging from his eyes.

Ning Fengzhi also let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with grief.

If not for Spirit Hall, with Chen Xin's talent, he might have had a chance to challenge that legendary godly realm.

Within Shrek Academy's camp.

"Ah, what a pity. Senior Sword Douluo actually suffered such an ordeal."

Oscar shook his head and sighed.

"Spirit Hall truly deserves to die!"

Ma Hongjun cursed indignantly.

Ning Rongrong stood among the others, her lovely face filled with disappointment and heartache.

She wore a seven-colored glazed dress, her slender figure graceful and curvaceous.

Her long, straight, beautiful legs appeared and disappeared beneath the hem of her dress. Her skin was fair as jade, carrying a faint luster.

At that moment, a mist of tears covered her usually lively and cunning eyes.

"Grandpa Sword..."

She lightly bit her red lips with pearly teeth, feeling indignant on Chen Xin's behalf.

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were like her own grandfathers. They had watched her grow up and were the elders she respected most.

Tang San gently patted her shoulder in comfort.

His expression remained calm, as though this earth-shattering news had not affected him at all.

"Rongrong, don't be like this."

"We will avenge Senior Chen Xin."

"Once we break through Jialing Pass and destroy Spirit Hall, we will naturally seek justice for him."

Tang San's voice was not loud, yet it carried a convincing strength.

Dai Mubai nodded. "That's right. The blood debt Spirit Hall owes must be repaid in blood!"

"It's just a pity that Qian Daoliu is probably already dead. He got off far too easily!"

Tang San looked toward the Spirit Hall Empire's camp, his gaze profound.

"Yes, he is already dead."

"Qian Renxue was able to inherit the Angel God Position precisely because Qian Daoliu sacrificed himself and became the final stepping stone on her path to godhood."

As soon as those words were spoken, the Shrek Members all sighed.

"Sacrificing himself for godhood? That old bastard got off easy!"

"That's right! He committed so many sins that he should have been cut into a thousand pieces. Letting him die like that is truly infuriating!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, all believing that Qian Daoliu had died far too easily.

However, they did not know.

Deep within Spirit City, inside an unknown secret chamber.

A white-haired, withered elder was looking up at the Golden Ranking's projected curtain of light in the void. A trace of complicated emotion appeared in his clouded eyes.

This man was Qian Daoliu, who should have already died through sacrifice.

"Chen Xin... he is quite a good junior."

"It's just a pity that he is ultimately not one of Spirit Hall's people."

Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh, his voice hoarse.

The reason he was still alive was entirely thanks to one person.

That mysterious and unfathomable man, Tang Chen.

Back then, just as he had burned all his life force and Soul Power, preparing to pave the final stretch of his granddaughter Qian Renxue's road to godhood.

A ray of green light appeared out of nowhere, forcibly stabilizing his soul and life force just before they scattered.

"Xue'er is my wife. Her path to godhood does not need you to pave it."

That indifferent voice still echoed in Qian Daoliu's mind to this day.

Tang Chen had saved his life, but Qian Daoliu's heaven-reaching cultivation had been completely lost.

Now, he was merely a powerless cripple, inferior even to an ordinary Spirit Master.