Chen Xin Defeated, the Pope Unmatched!

The ninth soul ring around Chen Xin suddenly lit up.

The Seven Kill Sword's might surged to its peak!

His long hair whipped through the air, and even the space around him seemed to twist and ripple.

In that instant, heaven and earth appeared to turn black and white.

A sword qi brimming with terrifying destructive power swept forth, as though it would cleave the very heavens and earth apart!

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's ninth soul skill, God and Demon Two Slashes!

"So this is Sword Douluo? Truly terrifying!"

Once again, some powerful soul masters had their understanding of Sword Douluo Chen Xin overturned.

Even Yu Yuanzhen, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Sect Master, who had always been incomparably proud, admitted that he had little confidence in blocking Chen Xin's sword.

He would not be killed outright, perhaps, but if he took it head-on, he would at least suffer severe injuries.

"Sword Dao Chenxin truly lives up to his reputation!"

For Yu Yuanzhen, who had always held others in such contempt, to voice such praise, the power of Chen Xin's move was self-evident.

Some Soul Douluo-level soul masters had already gone pale, their bodies trembling faintly despite themselves.

They tried to imagine themselves in the place of the one facing Chen Xin's God and Demon Two Slashes, only to discover in despair that they would have no chance of survival at all.

Even though Pei An's soul ring configuration far surpassed that of ordinary people, not many held an optimistic view of him now.

After all, in their eyes, no matter how monstrous or extraordinary Pei An was, he was merely a Soul Douluo.

Against God and Demon Two Slashes, which even ordinary Title Douluo found difficult to withstand, they truly could not see what Pei An, a Soul Douluo, could possibly do.

Even those from Spirit Hall believed the same.

They wanted to believe in their Pope, but Chen Xin's sword was simply too terrifying and stunning!

Only Bibi Dong's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

She believed in Pei An without reservation.

Sword Douluo's strike was indeed powerful enough to surprise even her, but in Bibi Dong's heart, A'an was absolute.

The catastrophic attack was reflected in Pei An's glazed eyes, while flames of excitement danced within them.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

The stronger Sword Douluo appeared, the greater the prestige Pei An would forge by defeating him!

Neither Chen Xin nor anyone else could have imagined it.

From the very beginning, Pei An had never regarded this battle as a duel.

In his eyes, it had only been a means of establishing his authority.

That had been true in the beginning, and it remained true now.

Pride required capital, and he happened to have a little of it.

Still, this was ultimately Chen Xin's strongest strike. The gap in cultivation was there, and Pei An had to take it seriously.

The seventh and eighth soul rings around Pei An flickered.

The Sword of the Living Judgement's might soared at extreme speed.

With Pei An at its center, gray spread across heaven and earth!

At that moment, all things fell silent, leaving only Pei An holding his sword in a swinging stance.

The Sword of the Living Judgement swung forth, and the gray shattered with a boom!

A blood-red streak of sword light tore through the air and met Chen Xin head-on.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin felt as though an irresistible force had enveloped him. Even the Soul Power within his body became difficult to mobilize, as if it had been sealed by some power.

Sword of the Living Judgement, eighth soul skill:

Judgement, Execution!

A soul skill imbued with the power of laws, and also one of Pei An's strongest offensive methods.

The two terrifying attacks collided.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar resounded through the skies.

The clouds at the horizon scattered away.

Violent energy burst forth across the heavens!

The white light was so dazzling that no one could open their eyes.

Within the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu, who was accompanying his granddaughter Qian Renxue, paused in his movements, the corner of his mouth twitching.

This Pei An had actually caused such a huge commotion.

Fortunately, the two still had some restraint and had clashed in the air.

Otherwise, he would have had to intervene to prevent Spirit Hall from being caught in the aftermath of their battle.

After only one glance, Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze.

As for the outcome, he was not curious.

If that boy from the Chen Family of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could defeat Pei An, he would not still be stuck at level ninety-five at his age.

After all, that boy Pei An simply could not be judged by common sense.

Thinking of this and recalling Pei An's heaven-defying talent, Qian Daoliu could not help but sigh inwardly.

Comparing people really was enough to infuriate a person...

"Who won?"

That was the question that arose in everyone's mind at the same time.

They all looked in that direction.

The dazzling white light gradually subsided, and their vision slowly cleared.

Two figures appeared before them.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's sword robe was already in tatters, covered from top to bottom in cuts of varying sizes.

He panted heavily, yet his eyes were filled with excitement.

Not far across from him, Pei An appeared far more composed.

His Pope Robe was completely intact, not even stained by a trace of dust. Only his face was slightly pale.

The difference was obvious at a glance!

At the sight, everyone immediately had their answer regarding the victor.

Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen looked at the figure standing calmly with a sword in hand and felt defeat for the first time.

At nineteen, he had defeated a level ninety-five Super Douluo while only possessing the cultivation of a Soul Douluo. What peerless talent was this?!

Seeing the astonished and shocked expressions on their faces, Bibi Dong's beautiful, delicate face was full of pride.

This was her A'an, an existence unmatched in the world!

Sword Douluo Chen Xin put away the Seven Kill Sword, cupped his fists toward Pei An, and said, "Pope, your strength is extraordinary. Chen Xin's abilities are lacking, and I am no match for you."

Pei An showed no arrogance. He merely smiled faintly. "Sword Douluo, you flatter me."

"Everyone has witnessed Sword Douluo's strength. That final sword was especially astonishing. This Seat merely had a bit more luck."

Luck...

Chen Xin smiled bitterly inwardly.

He was no fool. Naturally, he could tell that Pei An was only being polite.

Judging by Pei An's current state, he had merely expended some Soul Power. This was no matter of luck.

Moreover, Pei An was only nineteen and his Soul Power was merely at the Soul Douluo level.

Once he entered the Title Douluo realm, Chen Xin felt that he might truly no longer even be qualified to exchange blows with him.

Though he was not arrogant, Chen Xin had always considered himself something of a genius.

But after today's battle, Chen Xin finally understood just how vast the gap was between himself and a true genius.

Sword Dao Chenxin, admired and praised by countless sword cultivators, had now become someone watching another's back.

Yet Chen Xin was Chen Xin after all. He did not lose his fighting spirit over a single defeat.

On the contrary, his fighting spirit grew even stronger.

The sword dao should be like this. Only with more outstanding figures could it develop even further!

"Pope! Pope!"

"The Pope is unmatched!"

The people of Spirit Hall came back to their senses and cried out excitedly, sharing in the glory.

The effect was excellent.

Pei An knew that after this battle, he, the new Pope, had truly gained a firm foothold within Spirit Hall.

Even the defeated Chen Xin had been breathtaking.

As the victor, Pei An would shine even more brilliantly!