A sword rang across the heavens-its name was Zhuxian!
The square in the Pope Hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The ferocity of the 100,000-year-old Crimson Ring intertwined with the weight of the Mountain Dragon King's Golden Ring, creating a terrifying soul pressure that felt like a tangible wave.
Wave after wave of shocks assaulted the nerves of everyone present.
"..."
Everyone wore expressions of terror.
On the high platform, the Pope's Scepter in Bibi Dong's hand, due to its owner's loss of composure...
It is deeply embedded in the white marble armrest.
"How is this possible..."
A storm raged within Bibi Dong's heart.
She originally thought Lin Sheng's strength was already extremely terrifying, but she never expected him to have reached such a level!
That's absolutely terrifying.
"Five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, and two previously unheard-of Golden Soul Ring..."
"Waaaaah, I'm so envious I could cry."
Bibi Dong's face was filled with bitterness; who wouldn't envy her, brother?!
Lin Sheng revealed his strength.
It sent a shiver down her spine, even through the Pope held such a high position.
How old is he?
They've already reached the Soul Saint level!
Furthermore, she possesses two terrifying Golden Soul Ring, which is beyond all her understanding of the Martial Soul system.
"Even if he is Soul Saint, I'm afraid even Titled Douluo might not be his match."
Everyone feels this way!
"This..."
Yan, who had just been clamoring to teach Lin Sheng a lesson, was now trembling with fear.
Under the suppression of Lin Sheng's blazing blood energy, the fiery Martial Soul surrounding him flickered like a candle flame.
It was as if a single glance from Lin Sheng could completely extinguish his anger.
Behind Lin Sheng, Dugu Yan and the others, who had originally planned to watch the show, were completely petrified.
"Captain... are you sure we were practicing the same thing before?"
Yu Tianheng swallowed hard.
Looking at the five red rings and two gold rings, I felt my worldview shattered.
"Uncle Jian, from this day forward, even if it costs the entire sect's resources, we must maintain our alliance with the Holy Court."
Ning Fengzhi spoke to Chen Xin with a solemn expression.
He realized very deeply that...
This person is absolutely not to be trifled with!
His ability to display his full strength on such an occasion is enough to prove his arrogance and the basis for it.
Meanwhile, Sword Douluo Chen Xin...
He had no interest in listening to Ning Fengzhi at all.
His sword-like eyes were fixed on the Zhuxian Sword in Lin Sheng, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged with extreme excitement and awe.
As one of the strongest offensive Soul Master on the continent.
He could clearly sense that the jet-black longsword contained an unparalleled sharpness capable of severing even the most powerful and destructive spirits!
"The Seven Kill Sword... is trembling."
Chen Xin murmured softly; it wasn't fear, but a tremor of dread upon encountering the supreme ruler.
On the Soul Fighting stage, Lin Sheng's expression was cold and stern.
They ignored the screams that could drown out anyone.
His appearance today wasn't to compete for that so-called championship title, but to make a name for himself on this continent...
A declaration to those gods who hide in the clouds and watch the show.
The name of this Zhuxian Sword "!
And his name Lin Sheng!
"Give up?"
Lin Sheng's voice was clear and cold, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.
Xie Yue's face turned deathly pale. He looked at Hu Liena pleadingly, but Hu Liena, amidst her extreme fear, showed a hint of resolve.
She bit her tongue, using the excruciating pain to force herself back to her senses. "Brother! The Spirit Hall has no cowards who surrender without a fight!"
"Even if there's only a sliver of a chance, I'll give it my all! Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Demon Charm!"
The red mist exploded again!
"Boom--!"
This time, Hu Liena and Xie Yue burned every drop of their Soul Power, compressing the domain carried by the Demon Charm to its limit.
A strange killing intent intertwined with the mist, transforming into several blood-red Moon Blade that frantically slashed towards Lin Sheng.
"Overestimating oneself."
Lin Sheng didn't move an inch.
His golden pupils suddenly contracted, and the terrifying Dragon Might of the Mountain Dragon King and the Golden Dragon King, combined with the pure aura of the Book of Heaven, poured out like a tsunami.
"Roar--!"
In the darkness, a dragon's roar, not of this world, resounded in everyone's minds.
That red mist, enough to blind one's six senses...
Under the impact of the Dragon Might's might, it vanished instantly, like remnants of clouds swept away by a whirlwind!
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled thuds were heard, and Hu Liena and Xie Yue didn't even see how Lin Sheng made his move.
It felt as if a giant hammer had struck the Sea of Consciousness!
The Martial Soul Fusion Skill was shattered by the shock, and the two figures flew backward, spitting out blood.
"Attack together! For the glory of the Pope Hall!"
Seeing their leader injured, the remaining four members of the Golden Generation roared and unleashed their strongest Soul Skill.
Various colored lights completely sealed Lin Sheng off from all directions.
Lin Sheng let out a long sigh and slowly raised the Zhuxian Sword in his right hand.
"This battle is over."
The next moment, the seventh dark gold Soul Ring beneath Lin Sheng's feet appeared—the divine-level Soul Ring formed from the dragon soul of the Mountain Dragon King.
Suddenly, a devastating burst of light erupted!
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar, Zhuxian Sword!"
"Buzz--!"
The Sword intent shone brightly, and the sword resounded throughout the heavens.
At that moment, all the longsword-type Martial Soul in the entire Spirit City simultaneously broke free from their hosts' control, their sword tips pointing towards the Soul Fighting Arena.
It was as if they were welcoming the arrival of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords!
Lin Sheng's figure blurred in the Dark Gold light, replaced by the phantom of a colossal sword spanning the sky.
"The sword in my hand is named Immortal Slayer; with a single strike, immortals and gods will perish!"
Lin Sheng spoke calmly, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he spoke.
There were no fancy moves, only a terrifying sword aura of utmost purity, swirling with the shadows of shattered stars.
"Boom--!"
The moment the sword energy struck, the seemingly indestructible 100,000-year-old obsidian Soul Fighting arena cracked open silently, like tofu.
"Boom--!!!"
The violent sword pressure transformed into tangible ripples, easily sweeping away the four charging figures and the Hu Liena siblings who had just stood up, like falling leaves.
The seven people didn't even have time to scream before they collapsed unconscious in the ruins.
The dust has settled.
The once vast arena is now nothing but a ruin cleaved in two, and a white-clad youth standing with a sword on his back.
The referee collapsed to the ground.
The flag in his hand had long since vanished. After a long, suffocating silence, he trembled as he uttered those four words...
"Royal Battle... Soul Victory!"
On the high platform, Bibi Dong slumped back in her chair, looking at her unconscious disciple, and sighed deeply.
Chen Xin, gazing at the now-calm, jet-black longsword in Lin Sheng, murmured with tears streaming down his face.
"This sword... I've sought its true meaning my entire life, and today I've finally witnessed it."
Dugu Yan and the others hadn't even reacted yet.
Victory has already been achieved!
"We... we won just like that?"
Everyone was still in shock, looking completely bewildered.