Sword Douluo narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the blood-red Asura Demon Sword floating in mid-air. Even the faintest aura emanating from it sent shivers down one's spine.
"Is this the God-level Martial Soul, the Asura Demon Sword?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. After all, the energy generated by God-level Martial Soul was terrifying; a slight misstep could cause Uncle Sword's soul to be scattered.
Lin Yuan pointed his finger diagonally at the sky, and surging energy spread outwards like a raging storm. Wherever it passed, the air became distorted, and even the void on both sides shattered instantly.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Asura True Body".
As Lin Yuan's voice suddenly rang out, a blood-red giant, hundreds of meters tall, abruptly appeared behind him. The giant was clearly an enlarged version of Lin Yuan, and even the Asura Demon Sword had been infinitely magnified.
"Cut!"
Lin Yuan suddenly swung the Asura Demon Sword in his hand, and the phantom behind him followed his movement, crashing hard into the Eighth Soul Skill released by the Sword Douluo in front of him.
As the two collided, a massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the apocalyptic atmosphere sent all the approaching Spirit Hall experts flying backward.
Everyone was utterly shocked at this moment. What kind of powerful beings were fighting that could unleash such earth-shattering energy fluctuations?
Because the energy of the two was too great, even when they collided, they showed no signs of retreating and continued to rub against and advance.
The space that had just been in turmoil was surprisingly calm this time. However, it wasn't quiet; rather, the power of the two individuals directly suppressed all living things in the space, including the breeze and fallen leaves.
Seeing the immense energy erupting before him, Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, was forced to retreat, maintaining a safe distance from the two people present.
"The way of the sword resides in the heart. Today I want to see whether your Asura Demon Sword is more powerful, or my Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul is superior!"
Sword Douluo's eyes transformed into azure blue, and his fingers danced rapidly. At the same time, countless azure blue phantom images of the Seven Kill Sword suddenly appeared in the sky.
Lin Yuan remained calm, looked up at the buzzing sword sounds in mid-air, and said with a smile, "Although the way of the sword resides in the heart, you may have forgotten that what sword cultivators comprehend is not the sword, but the will."
"Meaning?"
Sword Douluo frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"Let me show you what the true pinnacle of swordsmanship is."
This time, Lin Yuan didn't waste any more words. Instead, he put away his Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar. At that moment, his pupils instantly turned blood red.
At the same time, a weapon resembling the Asura Demon Sword appeared in his left palm at some unknown time.
"This is... the Asura Sword Intent!"
Sword Douluo gasped, unable to believe that Lin Yuan had cultivated swordsmanship to such a level.
He had painstakingly studied for decades but could not comprehend the sword intent of the Martial Soul. However, he never expected that Lin Yuan, who was only in his twenties, would be able to comprehend the Asura Sword Intent!
It is important to understand that sword intent originates from within the heart, and only those with a firm mind can gain enlightenment from it. Even the slightest mistake will prevent the sword intent from being formed.
Back then, Sword Douluo's father had already reached the peak of level 97 and had also chosen to comprehend the sword intent of his Martial Soul.
However, due to his own weakness and the instability of his sword intent, he could only condense a half-finished sword intent, which was far less powerful.
Lin Yuan thrust his sword intent forward, and the Martial Soul formed by the Sword Douluo instantly transformed into blood red. It turned its body uncontrollably and aimed directly at Jian Daochenxin in front of it.
Sword Douluo looked at the scene before him and lowered his head in disappointment, admitting defeat. "I... I lost."
Lin Yuan waved his right hand forward, and the sword shadow in mid-air disappeared as if it had never appeared at all.
"The way of the sword is not as simple as you imagine, nor is it as complicated as you imagine. As long as you can comprehend it, you will definitely break through to the Level 97 Title Douluo."
Lin Yuan put away his Martial Soul, glanced at the space around him, turned around and walked away into the distance, then disappeared slowly like Gui Mei.
"Chen Xin, remember my words. If you are obsessed with the way of the sword, you should try a different method. If you only grasp the form but not the spirit, it will all be in vain." The Youyou voice lingered in the forest for Jiujiu.
Upon hearing Lin Yuan's reminder, Sword Douluo knelt on the ground, looking at his aged hands, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"I, Jian Daochenxin the sword countless times in my life, and I pride myself on being the supreme master of the sword. How laughable that I was surpassed by a junior in the end, who even taught me how to use sword intent. How pathetic, how truly pathetic, hahahaha..."
Hearing Uncle Sword's mournful voice, Ning Fengzhi was about to step forward when Bone Douluo Gu Rong, suddenly appeared and grabbed his shoulder, shaking his head in his direction.
Gu Rong could clearly feel Chen Xin's lament. He hadn't expected that this battle would cause him such heartache. Was this the moment when he could no longer improve even half a step beyond the peak of swordsmanship?
This kind of thing can't believe it happened.
Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
In the quiet room.
Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, his body constantly surging with crimson energy, which flowed into his body as he breathed in and out, helping Lin Yuan recover the Soul Power he had consumed in the previous battle.
Ye Lingling gently bit her lower lip, looked at Azure Dragon Consultation beside her, and asked, "Was that sword cry just now your Martial Soul, Teacher? Did you fight someone else again, Teacher?"
Shang Que nodded and said with a wry smile, "That's just how Master is. But it's good this way. As long as he can keep fighting, Master can absorb the energy generated during the battle and use it to break through to the Level 97 Title Douluo realm."
"Level 97 Title Douluo..."
Ye Lingling murmured to herself, then looked back at the room, her star-like eyes showing a hint of seriousness.
If I could break through to the Titled Douluo realm, perhaps my teacher wouldn't have been injured.
Shang Que held one hand behind his back, looked at the room in front of him, and said Youyou, "Ling Ling, you should go back and rest first. Master will recover his Soul Power tomorrow."
Ye Lingling shook her head. She planned to wait for her teacher here. As for sleeping, she wasn't sleepy at all, so she thought it would be better to stay at the teacher's door so that he would feel at ease.
"Teacher, you must take good care of yourself."