Boom!
Those words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Chen Xin's mind.
If I say it is a mountain, then it is a mountain!
How domineering!
How idealistic!
It was no longer about following the nature of the sword. It was about using his own will to forcefully define the sword's existence.
It wasn't the sword that killed.
It was that I wanted to kill, and the sword had no choice but to obey!
Chen Xin's body began to tremble violently.
The confusion in his eyes was fading at a visible rate, replaced by an unprecedented resolve and fervor.
"I understand..."
"So that's how it is..."
"I've wasted all these seventy years of sword training!"
Chen Xin abruptly closed his eyes.
A terrifying sword intent burst from within him.
But this sword intent was no longer as sharp and bloodthirsty as before.
Instead, it had become restrained and profound.
Behind him, the phantom of the Seven Kill Sword slowly appeared.
This time,
the sword was no longer wrapped in flashy Soul Ring radiance.
Only a faint white light remained, yet it was pure beyond compare.
Crack.
It was the sound of some kind of shackle inside him breaking.
The seemingly unbreakable bottleneck at level ninety-seven was as fragile as paper in that moment.
The Seven Kill Sword Dao had awakened!
The air throughout the hall grew heavy, as if it were being forcibly twisted by this will.
Beside him, Qian Renxue stared fixedly at Chen Xin. She could clearly sense that Sword Douluo was undergoing a qualitative transformation.
This transformation was even more terrifying than obtaining a God-Given Soul Ring.
Because it was an elevation of the spirit.
Watching this unfold, Neuvillette gave a slight nod, then sat back down and picked up his now somewhat lukewarm tea.
"Not bad.