A duel with Chen Xin, the ultimate edge of swordsmanship!

On the high platform, Pope Bibi Dong's expression was somewhat complex at that moment, a delicate balance between relief and shock.

She took a deep breath to calm her wildly beating heart.

Then a voice resounded throughout the arena. "Imperial Fighting Team, congratulations! And not only because you won the match!"

"Furthermore, because you have displayed power worthy of being recorded in history, these three champion reward Soul Bone belong to you."

With a gentle wave of her delicate hand.

The three Soul Bone, shimmering with brilliant light, landed steadily in Lin Sheng's hands.

Bibi Dong didn't seem to have any particularly complicated emotions.

Because I already knew...

There was no way Hu Liena and the others could win. This match was perhaps also Bibi Dong of letting Hu Liena and the others witness how terrifying Lin Sheng was.

after...

This will make it easier for them to be sent to the Holy Court for training!

"Three Soul Bone..."

Lin Sheng glanced down at it, showing little reverence, and casually put it into his Storage Soul Tool.

For him...

The age and quality of these Soul Bone were no longer sufficient to bring about a qualitative change to his near-divine body.

It's completely unnecessary!

But for Dugu Yan, Yu Tianheng, and the others, it was undoubtedly a transformative treasure.

He looked up at Bibi Dong, and his eyes met the Pope's much softer purple eyes.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

A faint hint of kindness lingered in his eyes.

"Bibi Dong has truly come to her senses and intends to completely side with me before that Rakshasa evil thought devours her."

Lin Sheng chuckled inwardly.

Then, leading his team, they slowly walked off the Soul Fighting arena amidst the almost reverent gazes of the stunned audience.

On the way back to their base, Dugu Yan and the others were still incredibly excited.

Lin Sheng waved his hand casually as he walked.

He then tossed those three Soul Bone, enough to arouse the envy of countless people, to Dugu Yan.

"A Wisdom Skull, suitable for control-type characters; an arm bone of explosive, burning flames; and a left leg bone for rapid movement."

Lin Sheng said calmly.

"Yanzi, as the vice-captain, you should divide the spoils among everyone based on their teamwork and contributions."

"I won't worry about such a small matter."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan paused for a moment, then shook her head and refused.

"How can this be? You won this championship all by yourself!"

Dugu Yan hurriedly declined, saying it was too precious, so precious that her hands were trembling.

"Listen to me, take it."

Lin Sheng's tone left no room for doubt, and then he waved to Dugu Bo, who had a look of deep emotion on his face.

"Old Monster, come for a walk with me."

An old man and a young boy strolled along the ancient streets of Spirit City, their shadows lengthened by the setting sun.

Dugu Bo let out a long sigh and joked, "You brat, from now on, the name of your Zhuxian Sword will probably resound throughout the Douluo Continent!"

"The Zhuxian Sword, five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring... tsk tsk, quite the impressive name."

"That's the title we wanted."

Lin Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the red glow of the sunset.

"I have no need to hide my strength. I have the Holy Court as my foundation, and this bloodline and Sword intent as my blade."

"I will make the old rules of this continent bow down when they see this sword."

Why bow your head?

Lin Sheng was determined to confront the sharp edge of the Divine Realm head-on.

He wanted the brilliance of the Zhuxian Sword to shine so brightly that the entire Douluo Continent would take notice!

This was his ultimate belief.

"Young friend Lin Sheng, please wait a moment."

A cold yet sharp Sword intent rose from the void ahead.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Qian Renxue, who goes by the alias Xue Qinghe, were quietly waiting at the end of the long street.

"Young friend Lin Sheng..."

Chen Xin's gaze was now burning as fiercely as a torch.

He stared intently at Lin Sheng, his pure, yearning for swordsmanship evident in his eyes.

"I, Chen Xin, have devoted my life to the sword, and I believe I have reached the pinnacle of the sword's way."

Chen Xin's voice trembled, tinged with a mixture of awe and elation.

"But witnessing your sword strike just now, I realized there are always higher levels to reach. Young friend Lin Sheng, would you be so kind as to offer your guidance?"

"I do not seek victory or defeat; I only wish to personally experience the so-called ultimate Sword intent!"

How obsessed Chen Xin was with the way of the sword.

But he knew very well...

Lin Sheng's skill in swordsmanship far surpassed his own, and he willingly sought instruction from Lin Sheng!

Lin Sheng stopped and met Chen Xin's gaze.

One was a sword master with peak cultivation at level ninety-six, whose killing intent was well-controlled...

One is an unparalleled prodigy with extraordinary Soul Ring and noble bloodline.

"Good."

Lin Sheng readily nodded.

He also wanted to see if he could face a sword cultivator of this caliber without relying on Soul Tool.

What kind of divine power will it unleash?

"Can I now face a level 96 Peak Douluo- on?!"

Spirit City lies a desolate wasteland of scattered rocks.

The news of this sudden sparring match was leaked by someone, no one knows who...

"Holy crap?"

When Lin Sheng and Chen Xin took their positions, the surrounding shadows were already filled with people.

Bibi Dong also came, standing atop a high cliff.

Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu surprisingly brought Golden Crocodile Douluo to the scene, a first for him.

"Wow... Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo have both come?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned as he looked at the leaders of the Spirit Hall. Although his heart was tense, he understood the significance of today's battle.

This will determine the Holy Court's ultimate bargaining chip in future negotiations with various powers.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's relationship with the Spirit Hall might improve in the future, perhaps because of Lin Sheng."

Ning Fengzhi said softly.

"Young friend Lin Sheng, catch this!"

With a shout, Chen Xin obtained the Seven Kill Sword.

Although he didn't fully unleash his level 96 Soul Power, the sharpness enough to cut through space had already turned the surrounding rocks into dust.

"Boom--!"

"I couldn't ask for more."

Lin Sheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his Double Pupils had turned into a dazzling crimson gold.

"Boom--!"

Five red and two gold—seven terrifying Soul Ring rose once more from the wasteland, illuminating the entire night sky with an eerie yet magnificent light.

The Zhuxian Sword emitted a clear, ringing sound, a sound of excitement after encountering a formidable foe.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo were dumbfounded.

This Soul Ring...

Isn't that a bit too scary?

Lin Sheng did not use any Soul Skill; he simply released his own Sword intent.

In an instant.

A killing law emanating from the depths of the primordial world surged into the sky, directly suppressing Chen Xin's proud Seven Kill Sword Intent, forcing it to shrink back to within three feet!

"My life has been worthwhile!"

Chen Xin let out a wild laugh, becoming one with his sword, transforming into a stream of light powerful enough to cleave through time, and slashed down at Lin Sheng with a thunderous roar.

Let the sparring begin!

"Facing a powerful figure like Chen Xin, he showed no fear whatsoever. Truly arrogant. This young man... is no ordinary person..."

Qian Daoliu commented.

Then he muttered to himself, "He's definitely good enough for my Xiao Xue, hehe..."

Thinking of this, his gaze toward Lin Sheng also carried a hint of kindness.