Four Forms of the Seven Kill Sword, Expectations for Twin Martial Souls!

"Damn it..."

Watching blood seep from Sword Douluo's seven orifices, Chen Lang clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.

Yet he felt no pain at all. His eyes held only Sword Douluo.

His mind raced nonstop, searching for a solution.

But the entire room was filled with violent, rampaging Sword Qi and Soul Power. As a mere Soul Ancestor, he had no way to enter. Even his voice was shredded to pieces by the Sword Qi before it could reach Sword Douluo's ears.

"This old man is still hesitating at a time like this?!"

As Sword Douluo's grandson, Chen Lang naturally understood his grandfather best.

He also knew why Sword Douluo had delayed his breakthrough for so long.

Before, it had been for his son—Chen Lang's nominal father. Now, it was to protect Chen Lang. As a result, a Sword Heart that had once charged forward without hesitation had become cautious and restrained.

Otherwise, with Sword Douluo's talent, how could he have remained at Rank 96 for so long?

Chen Xin, Chen Xin—if the heart was covered in dust, how could it remain pure?

In the original story, Sword Douluo had broken through to Rank 97 only because the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been destroyed. His killing intent had surged, allowing him to break down and rebuild himself.

If Sword Douluo could not overcome the hurdle in his heart today, let alone advance to Rank 97, he might even fall back to Rank 95.

"Damn it, damn it... Old man, you mustn't let anything happen to you..."

Chen Lang cursed repeatedly, but he was cursing himself. He blamed himself for perhaps being too hasty.

He also blamed himself for being powerless in the face of this situation.

Just then, Chen Lang suddenly sensed his Seven Kill Sword appearing in his hand of its own accord.

Before Chen Lang could wonder about it, Sword Douluo's Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword, also floated automatically before him. The two swords echoed each other from afar and actually resonated!

"Did the Seven Kill Sword sense that Grandpa is in danger too? Could it be that Seven Kill Swords can sense each other?" Chen Lang's eyes lit up as he immediately gripped the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.

In an instant, Chen Lang seemed to enter an illusion from a third-person perspective.

He saw two obsessions tangled together within Sword Douluo, resisting and clashing with one another, as though he still had not decided which path to take.

"Grandpa, what are you thinking? On Douluo Continent, strength rules above all else. As long as you're strong enough, who would dare bully me?"

Chen Lang immediately called out, "You taught me since I was little that the Seven Kill Sword is called the Seven Kill Sword because Seven Kill Shakes Heaven, because it charges forward without fear!"

"Kill!"

The moment Chen Lang shouted the first "kill," Sword Douluo's body suddenly trembled. That Sword Heart seemed to answer some summons as it throbbed fiercely, like the beat of a drum.

"Kill!"

When the second cry rang out, Chen Xin's Sword Heart pulsed again, and a faint gleam burst forth from the dust-sealed heart.

"Kill!"

With the third shout, the red light condensed from killing intent became like sunlight breaking through dark clouds, thinning much of the "dust" covering that Sword Heart, which had been sealed away for so long.

"Kill! Kill!... Kill!"

Seeing his grandfather's aura gradually stabilize and his resolve seemingly grow firmer, Chen Lang shouted "kill" louder and louder each time.

After Seven Kill Shakes Heaven, Sword Douluo's Sword Heart became completely clear and bright. His powerful killing intent seemed to scatter the gloom, leaving it utterly pure and transparent.

"Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace across a thousand miles. Though ten million stand against me, I shall cut them down with a single sword!"

"Grandpa, Seven Kill Shakes Heaven, shaking the ancient and dazzling the present! Hesitation only leads to defeat!"

At that moment, Chen Lang felt himself about to leave this state, so he immediately shouted again.

But after he finished, his consciousness was instantly pulled out of that state.

He hurriedly looked toward Sword Douluo again, not knowing whether what had just happened had worked.

At that very moment, inside Sword Douluo's mind—

"Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace across a thousand miles. Though ten million stand against me, I shall cut them down with a single sword!"

"Grandpa, Seven Kill Shakes Heaven, shaking the ancient and dazzling the present! Hesitation only leads to defeat!"

Sword Douluo's two obsessions had originally been locked in fierce conflict, but he suddenly heard his grandson's voice. It was as though he had been struck over the head and awakened by divine enlightenment. He instantly came to his senses, his lips murmuring those words without pause.

"Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace across a thousand miles..."

"Though ten million stand against me, I shall cut them down with a single sword..."

"Seven Kill Shakes Heaven, shaking the ancient and dazzling the present! Hesitation only leads to defeat!"

"..."

As Sword Douluo repeated those words over and over, his Sword Heart grew increasingly clear and radiant before bursting forth with dazzling light.

At that instant, Sword Douluo's Sword Heart became crystal clear, and the chaotic aura around him stabilized. Yet once it stabilized, his aura began to surge once more.

Then came a soft pop, like the sound of a bottleneck shattering, and Sword Douluo broke through to Rank 97 in one stroke!

"Whew~"

Seeing this, Chen Lang finally let out the breath he had been holding. Smiling at Sword Douluo, he said, "At your age, you're still making your grandson worry about you. Exhausting."

With that, Chen Lang shut the door and returned to his own room. However, he did not resume cultivating. Instead, he stood guard for Sword Douluo.

Of course, all he had to do was drive away a few curious ordinary people.

After all, Soul Masters naturally understood how terrifying Sword Douluo's aura had been just now, and none would come looking for trouble.

More importantly, his grandfather was such a prideful man. If he learned that Chen Lang had personally seen him nearly suffer a cultivation deviation, he would definitely feel embarrassed.

"This little brat..."

However, the instant Chen Lang closed the door, Sword Douluo opened his eyes. His gaze was filled with complicated emotions, though gratification outweighed them all.

Buzz!

At that moment, the Seven Kill Sword before Sword Douluo suddenly changed shape.

The Seven Kill Sword, originally a simple ancient greatsword roughly two meters long with a blade half a foot wide, transformed into a massive sword four feet three inches long, three inches wide, with a hilt one foot two inches long. Its entire body was a clear azure blue, like crystal carved into the shape of a sword!

"The Seven Kill Sword actually evolved? Could the words passed down by our ancestors be true?" A flash of surprise crossed Sword Douluo's eyes as he suddenly recalled the final line of the Chen Clan's family rules.

The Seven Kill Sword had four forms. The first was the most ordinary ancient greatsword. The second was the greatsword before him now, clear azure throughout and seemingly carved from crystal.

The third form was said to be completely crimson, a greatsword formed from killing intent made tangible!

As for the fourth form, no records existed, because the Chen Clan's ancestor had only reached Rank 99 at most and had never become God-tier.

I wonder whether Lang'er will have the chance to become a god at Rank 100 and unlock the Seven Kill Sword's fourth form... Sword Douluo thought expectantly.

Meanwhile, Chen Lang sensed that his grandfather's aura had gradually stabilized and prepared to resume cultivating.

But he suddenly remembered that the Seven Kill Sword had evolved upon reaching Rank 97, while Tang San's Blue Silver Grass and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had also evolved before.

Were these Martial Souls considered top-tier Martial Souls because they could all evolve?

If that was the case, could Dai Mubai's White Tiger truly evolve into the genuine White Tiger, a divine beast of slaughter? Could Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix truly evolve into the genuine Sacred Phoenix?

It would be great if I had Twin Martial Souls too...

Chen Lang could not help sighing. Then he suddenly thought of a Hextech—Chosen Pair!

If I can draw that Hextech, could I gain another Martial Soul? Chen Lang thought expectantly.