Sword Dao Chen Xin

Xiao Wu was still his woman, and Luo Yan couldn't possibly take Ning Rongrong's side.

"Now that she's wearing this necklace, my Xiao Wu looks even prettier!"

While Chen Xin helped Ning Rongrong stop the bleeding, Luo Yan grinned as he put the necklace on Xiao Wu, then added a compliment.

With that, Luo Yan pulled Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing nearby, behind him.

At the same time, he leaned close to their ears and whispered, "If a fight breaks out, you two keep your distance. Don't come near!"

"Brother Luo Yan..."

Xiao Wu had just started to say something when Luo Yan cut her off with a glance.

"Zhuqing, keep hold of Xiao Wu and don't let her act rashly. That man is Sword Douluo Chen Xin. I don't want either of you getting hurt!"

Seeing the defiant look in Xiao Wu's eyes, Luo Yan also reminded Zhu Zhuqing.

"Don't worry, Luo Yan. I'll keep an eye on Xiao Wu!"

At his words, Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, then grabbed Xiao Wu by the arm.

By then, Chen Xin had stopped Ning Rongrong's bleeding and turned to look toward Luo Yan. His eyes were full of murderous intent.

Countless strands of sword intent whirled around him.

[Ning Rongrong was gravely injured by Xiao Wu. Chen Xin has become murderous toward you. Resentment Points +15482440!]

[Chen Xin suspects you ordered Xiao Wu to attack Ning Rongrong. Resentment Points +11111111!]

Ning Rongrong had attacked first. Xiao Wu had only acted in self-defense...

Hearing the electronic notification in his mind, Luo Yan froze for a moment.

"I didn't expect to make up the shortfall in Resentment Points just by going out once. It's all fate. What's meant to come will come eventually!"

Thinking that he had finally reached his first major goal, he couldn't help the corners of his mouth from lifting.

But to Chen Xin, that smile only confirmed his suspicion: Luo Yan had ordered Xiao Wu to attack.

Ning Rongrong had been doted on by him, Ning Fengzhi, and the others since she was little. They'd feared she might fall if they held her too tightly, or melt if they held her in their mouths.

She'd never been hurt, or even wronged.

Now an outsider had gravely injured her. Chen Xin's heart ached.

"You're asking for death!"

"Seven Kill!"

At that thought, Chen Xin stopped restraining his killing intent.

A simple, ancient longsword about two meters long, with a blade half a foot wide, appeared in his hand. At the same time, nine Soul Rings—two yellow, three purple, and four black—rose beneath his feet.

Since the story hadn't yet reached the part where he lost an arm, Sword Douluo Chen Xin was still a Level 96 Super Douluo.

His Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword, hadn't evolved again yet, either.

Even so, his strength was no weaker than that of a Level 97 Peak Douluo.

That was why Luo Yan's expression turned more serious the moment he saw Chen Xin release his Martial Soul.

The onlookers, who'd been hoping to watch the show, scattered as soon as they saw the nine Soul Rings around Chen Xin.

"Zhuqing, take Xiao Wu and get farther away. Da Ming, Er Ming, help me!"

Chen Xin was definitely stronger than Tang Hao, whom they'd encountered earlier. Luo Yan didn't want to have to use Bloodline Soul Guide again.

Boom!

The auras of Luo Yan, Da Ming, and Er Ming burst forth, and the three faced off against Chen Xin.

Feeling their auras, Chen Xin furrowed his brow again.

He was puzzled. Luo Yan looked only a few years older than Ning Rongrong, yet his aura was no weaker than a Titled Douluo's.

Still, Chen Xin didn't back down, despite the strength the three had displayed.

"I don't care who you are. Since you hurt Rongrong, you'll leave an arm behind!"

"Let's see what makes you think you can stand before me! First Soul Skill: Long Sword Sharpens!"

Chen Xin hurled the longsword in his hand. Surging Soul Power carried it straight toward Luo Yan.

Mid-flight, the ancient sword suddenly split into three, but the aura of the sword wasn't divided among them.

Luo Yan formed a longsword from spiritual power in his hand. Da Ming wielded a spear, while a pair of gauntlets appeared on Er Ming's fists.

The three charged at Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword.

Boom!

It was only Chen Xin's first Soul Skill, not enough to hurt them. Luo Yan easily neutralized it.

"Interesting. Let's see the strength of Sword Dao Chen Xin!"

"Thunder Control Technique!"

From Chen Xin's eyes, Luo Yan could tell that the other man had no intention of letting this go. He stopped holding back.

He slowly raised his spiritual-power sword, pointing it at the sky.

A cloudless blue sky quickly darkened as a cloud formed above Luo Yan.

Countless bolts of lightning coiled within it. Unlike ordinary white lightning, the bolts that coursed across the cloud were purple!

Then a bolt of purple lightning struck down and merged with the sword in Luo Yan's hand.

In an instant, purple lightning coiled around the blade like a flood dragon.

Da Ming and Er Ming hadn't yet awakened their own divine abilities, so they could only use spiritual power directly.

Meanwhile, Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword had returned to his hand.

His gaze sharpened as he looked at the lightning around Luo Yan's sword. Then he picked Ning Rongrong up and flung her into the distance.

A disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, stationed in Suotuo City, leaped out and caught Ning Rongrong.

Just as Luo Yan worried that Xiao Wu and the others might be caught in the fight, Chen Xin worried about Ning Rongrong being caught in the battle between them.

"Hmph! It's been a long time since my Seven Kill Sword tasted blood!"

"Fourth Soul Skill: Killing Intent Exposed!"

Chen Xin's fourth Soul Ring lit up. His Soul Power transformed into killing intent and swirled around him.

Any Soul Master below Soul Ancestor who got too close risked being torn apart by it.

"Third Soul Skill: Sword Wings Like Flight!"

An ancient longsword appeared beneath Chen Xin's feet.

He stepped onto it, and his figure vanished from the spot. The next moment, he appeared before Luo Yan and thrust his sword.

Clang!

Fortunately, Luo Yan reacted quickly and knocked Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword aside.

He followed through by swinging his left arm into Chen Xin, aiming for an elbow strike.

But Chen Xin reacted just as quickly, catching his arm with his other hand.

However, he underestimated Luo Yan's physical strength. The impact sent him reeling. Though he managed to dissipate Luo Yan's force, he was still driven back several meters.

Chen Xin grew even more cautious.

"So the famed number-one attack-type Titled Douluo on the continent is nothing special after all!"

Luo Yan laughed loudly.

With his lightning-wreathed sword in hand, he rushed forward, giving Chen Xin no time to react.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Luo Yan attacked relentlessly, forcing Chen Xin onto the defensive.

Unfortunately, aside from his Bloodline Divine Ability, Luo Yan had no other sword techniques, so he couldn't suppress Chen Xin outright.

Even with Da Ming and Er Ming joining in, they could only keep Chen Xin from launching another attack.

"Hmph! Second Soul Skill: Spirit Sword Protection!"

Seeing himself continually forced back by the three of them, Chen Xin used another Soul Skill.

The sword energy around him suddenly condensed into a protective barrier that enveloped his body.

Luo Yan, Da Ming, and Er Ming could only strike the barrier.

Chen Xin took the opportunity to retreat. He stood once more on the Seven Kill Sword, which carried him into the air. "Boy, you forced my hand!"

"Sixth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"