The Might of the Seven Kill Sword!

Lan Aotian withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "Go take a look."

Claude was overjoyed and hurriedly ordered the convoy to turn onto the Northeast Official Road and advance at full speed!

The carriage sped along the bumpy dirt road, kicking up billowing clouds of dust.

Lan Aotian sat steadily on the carriage shaft, his Mental Power extending forward like a tide.

Soon, the scene ahead appeared in his mind.

It was an official road that had been blasted into ruin by soul skills. Several carriages lay overturned, their goods scattered everywhere, with several places still burning.

The corpses of the Spirit Hall guards lay strewn about, their blood soaking into the scorched black earth.

Bishop Jason was covered in blood. The phantom of his Iron Feather Eagle Spirit behind him was already in tatters, and he was fighting desperately against three Black-Clothed Men!

Fewer than ten guards remained by his side, most of them wounded. They were clearly about to collapse.

And those three Black-Clothed Men were all Soul Saint-level!

Lan Aotian did not immediately intervene.

His Mental Power continued extending farther into the distance.

A moment later, he sensed another aura.

No, more than one.

In the dense forest about half a mile behind the battlefield, at least five more people were lying in wait.

One of those auras was even more obscure and powerful than those of the three Soul Saints on the battlefield.

—A Soul Douluo.

And there was more than one.

The corners of Lan Aotian's lips lifted slightly.

I see.

The attack during the day had merely been bait.

The real killing move was waiting for the rescue team to walk right into the trap.

Just as he was about to order the convoy to slow down and leave the ambush's range, he suddenly sensed another immense aura rapidly approaching from far behind them.

It was Sword Intent.

Pure, chilling, unstoppable Sword Intent.

Lan Aotian turned around and saw a streak of Silver Sword Light slash across the sky. At an unbelievable speed, it overtook their convoy and shot straight toward the battlefield ahead!

Within the Sword Light, a middle-aged, long-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back, his figure straight as a sword and his expression indifferent.

The Seven Kill Sword, Chen Xin!

This Level Ninety-Six peak Title Douluo had ultimately made his move.

Lan Aotian calmly watched the Sword Light descend onto the battlefield.

In the next instant, a Silver Sword Qi more than thirty feet long swept across!

The three Black-Clothed Soul Saints attacking Jason did not even have time to scream before they were severed at the waist by the Sword Light!

Blood gushed as their corpses fell.

Chen Xin stood in midair, the Seven Kill Sword suspended before him. He had not even drawn it.

He spoke indifferently. His voice was old, yet clear and ringing like a Sword Cry.

"The Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have never had any enmity."

"But under broad daylight, you block the road and attempt an assassination. Do you take the righteous path of our continent for nobody?"

The five figures lying in wait in the dense forest fell silent for a moment.

Then, a dark laugh rang out.

"The Seven Kill Sword... Chen Xin."

"I never expected you, old sir, to stand up for the Spirit Hall."

Chen Xin's expression did not change. "Old Man is not standing up for anyone. I merely happened to pass by and found this unpleasant."

Of course, he was also trying to make the Spirit Hall owe the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect a favor.

"Heh heh..."

At the edge of the dense forest, five figures slowly emerged.

The leader was tall, his face shrouded in shadow. Only a pair of blood-tinted Eyes showed in the darkness, resembling those of a beast.

Soul Power surged around him. He was astonishingly an Eighty-Eighth Rank Soul Douluo!

The four people behind him were all Soul Douluo!

Two were Level Eighty-Three, and two were Level Eighty-One!

Five Soul Douluo!

When Claude and the others saw this, their legs went weak, and they could barely remain standing.

Five Soul Douluo!

Even Jian Douluo Chen Xin was only Level Ninety-Six.

To fight five against one, even if he could win, it would certainly not be easy!

Chen Xin's aged face remained expressionless. Only his eyes, calm as an ancient well, narrowed slightly.

"Five Soul Douluo lying in ambush for a mere bishop." His voice remained flat. "This kind of arrangement is beyond what those rats from the Shadow Tower could produce."

The Crimson-Eyed Soul Douluo at the front did not answer.

He merely raised his hand slowly. The five figures released their Spirits simultaneously, and violent Soul Power surged into the sky!

The battle was about to erupt!

Lan Aotian remained seated on the carriage shaft, watching from afar.

Claude's voice trembled. "Your Majesty Lin Yue, we... we..."

Lan Aotian did not look at him.

He merely gazed at that lean yet razor-sharp back and said indifferently, "There's no need to hurry."

"Let Jian Douluo fight for a while first."

He paused, his gaze falling upon the five Soul Douluo with a trace of appraisal.

"This is just the right opportunity to see how much substance this successor of the Seven Kill Sword really has."

The five Soul Douluo released their Spirits simultaneously. Violent Soul Power fluctuations swept across the entire battlefield like raging waves!

The Crimson-Eyed Soul Douluo's Spirit was a blood-red saber, its blade wreathed in a thick aura of blood, as if it had just been drawn from a mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

The four people behind him possessed the Profound Ice Giant Shield, Shadow Poison Scorpion, Ground-Splitting War Hammer, and Ghostly Soul Nether Fire respectively. They were perfectly balanced between offense and defense, and worked together with tacit understanding.

Such a lineup was enough to surround and kill any Title Douluo below Level Ninety-Five head-on!

Chen Xin stood in midair. Under the pressure of the five auras surging into the sky, his lean figure seemed especially frail.

But his eyes remained calm.

They even held a trace of... disappointment.

"That's all?"

He spoke indifferently. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The Crimson-Eyed Soul Douluo's expression darkened as he sneered. "Chen Xin, you're merely at the peak of Level Ninety-Six. No matter how powerful the Seven Kill Sword is, fighting five against one, today you'll still—"

Before he could finish speaking.

Chen Xin's hand moved.

That withered right hand, thin as a bundle of sticks, gently gripped the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword suspended before him.

There was no gathering of momentum.

No eruption.

Just a light grip.

Then—

"Clang—!"

A Sword Cry rang out across heaven and earth!

It was not the sound of ordinary metal colliding, but a resonance of Sword Intent that transcended the boundaries of matter and struck directly at the soul!

Everyone present, including Claude, Tie Shan, Ying Shu, and even the five Soul Douluo, felt their souls tremble in that instant!

It was an instinctive fear.

A fear originating from the deepest part of life itself—the fear of ultimate sharpness!

The next instant.

A streak of Silver Sword Light blossomed from Chen Xin's hand!

There were no dazzling techniques.

No earth-shaking soul skill.

Only one sword.

A plain, unremarkable sword.

A direct thrust.

But the instant this sword shot forward, heaven and earth seemed to freeze.

The boundless Soul Power released by the five Soul Douluo, the phantom images of their Spirits, and their protective soul light were all like paper before this sword!

Pfft!

The first Soul Douluo, wielding the Ground-Splitting War Hammer, had a bloody hole explode through his chest and fell backward!

Pfft!

The second Soul Douluo, the Shadow Poison Scorpion, had his throat pierced by Sword Qi. He widened his eyes, clutched his neck, and collapsed!

Pfft!

The third Soul Douluo, the Ghostly Soul Nether Fire, had a tiny crimson mark appear at the center of his forehead. His soul fire went out instantly!

Pfft! Pfft!

The fourth and fifth Soul Douluo did not even have time to react before the Sword Light pierced through their hearts in the same instant!

From the first sword to the fifth, less than a breath had passed!

The five Soul Douluo died together!

Yet Chen Xin's sword had not even been completely drawn.

He gripped the hilt, the blade still concealed within its sheath. Only a drop of blood slowly slid from the tip and fell to the ground, splashing up a speck of dust.

The Crimson-Eyed Soul Douluo's Pupils contracted sharply!

The four companions beside him were already dead!

They had died so cleanly, so... insignificantly!

And he had not even seen how Chen Xin had wielded his sword!!