Gu Qing Clashes with Chen Xin!

Gu Qing slowly turned around to face this super powerhouse, whose fierce reputation shook the entire continent.

His expression remained as calm as still water, showing not a single ripple of emotion despite facing a Titled Douluo.

"Your stealth techniques are indeed masterful; you have even suppressed your soul power fluctuations quite cleanly."

Gu Qing cast a casual glance at the white-robed elder before him.

"It is a pity, however, that the sword intent upon you is far too sharp. That edge, carved deep into your very bones, is something I can perceive clearly even from ten miles away."

Hearing this merciless exposure, a rare flash of embarrassment crossed Sword Douluo's perpetually cold and stern face.

According to this young man, he had been discovered the very moment he began his pursuit.

The man had simply endured until now, waiting until they reached a deserted place to point it out to his face.

Sword Douluo gave a dry cough, quickly suppressing the stray thoughts in his mind as his gaze turned intensely sharp once more.

With the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at stake, he had to get to the bottom of this.

"Since you were aware from the start, this old man will stop beating around the bush."

Sword Douluo took half a step forward, and an invisible pressure began to spread toward Gu Qing.

"Why did you intentionally approach Ning Rongrong? What ulterior motives do you have regarding our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Facing that overwhelming, crushing momentum, Gu Qing did not even blink.

He kept his hands behind his back, his spine held straight, standing like an immovable mountain.

"You are overthinking things; my encounter with Ning Rongrong was merely a coincidence during the Lantern Festival."

Gu Qing's voice grew colder, carrying an intense sense of oppression.

"I harbor no malice toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. On the contrary, you have been tailing me in the shadows for no reason—that hardly seems like the conduct expected of a righteous sect, does it?"

Being rebuked to his face by a junior, Sword Douluo did not grow angry; instead, a scorching battle intent ignited deep within his eyes.

He knew all too well the weight of the title, Martial Soul Hall Holy Son.

"A sharp tongue indeed, but this old man will not engage in a war of words with you."

The white robes on Sword Douluo's body fluttered without wind, snapping loudly.

"As the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, you rarely emerge from seclusion, and rumors in the streets claim your strength is unfathomable."

The elder's gaze, like a materialized blade, locked firmly onto Gu Qing's aura.

"Since we have crossed paths today, this humble one requests a demonstration to see if you truly possess the strength to match that status!"

Just as the atmosphere grew tense and a great battle seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

From the distant Heaven Dou Imperial Capital, the dull, rhythmic sound of a night watchman striking a gong drifted faintly through the air.

It had just passed midnight, and a new day had quietly arrived.

At that very instant, a crisp system notification chimed deep within Gu Qing's mind.

[Detected that the host is currently in a special wilderness environment; today's check-in has been completed automatically.]

Congratulations to the host for obtaining the special ocular skill—Insight Eye.

A stream of incredibly cool energy surged through his meridians and directly into Gu Qing's eyes.

Through the system's description, he immediately understood the formidable nature of this ocular technique.

As long as the Insight Eye is activated, one can perceive the execution trajectory and the flaws in every move an enemy makes during combat.

Feeling the surge of new power within his eyes, Gu Qing curled the corners of his lips into a satisfied smile.

It was truly a case of someone providing a pillow just as he felt sleepy; the new ability had arrived just in time to serve as the perfect whetstone.

Facing Sword Douluo's aggressive challenge, Gu Qing showed not the slightest intention of backing down.

He stood calmly in place and gestured for the white-robed elder to proceed.

"Since you wish to see, then make your move."

Hearing this incredibly arrogant reply, the light in Sword Douluo's eyes flared brilliantly.

Before attacking, he had tentatively extended his powerful spiritual energy, hoping to probe the depths of Gu Qing's soul power.

But the moment his spiritual energy touched Gu Qing's body, it was as if it had vanished into the sea, disappearing without a trace; he could not detect any useful information at all.

The young man before him was like a bottomless black hole, giving off an incredibly mysterious and dangerous feeling.

Sword Douluo stopped being polite and abandoned all thoughts of further probing.

A deafening sword hum pierced the silent night sky.

A giant sword, silver-white from hilt to tip and radiating a blinding light, appeared behind Sword Douluo without warning.

The Seven Kill Sword martial soul had officially revealed its true form.

Sword Douluo unleashed his full momentum, and the weeds and branches within a ten-meter radius were instantly shredded into powder by the sharp sword intent.

He stomped his right foot hard against the ground, transforming into a bolt of white lightning as he charged straight toward Gu Qing.

Facing this terrifying strike capable of cleaving mountains and shattering stones, Gu Qing's expression did not show even the slightest ripple.

Just as the Seven Kill Sword was about to strike, he snapped his eyes open, two deep and mysterious golden lights igniting within his pupils.

Insight Eye, activated instantly.

In Gu Qing's vision, the lightning-fast charge of Sword Douluo was slowed down infinitely.

Every trace of soul power flowing through the opponent's moves and every detail of his movements were completely laid bare, leaving no secrets whatsoever.

Having seen through all the feints and realities, Gu Qing finally moved.

He raised his right hand, and a vast, thick, impenetrable black mist surged from his palm.

That was his Dark-type Blue Silver Grass.

These vines, possessing terrifying corrosive properties, did not extend outward; instead, under Gu Qing's deliberate compression, they gathered and coiled frantically.

In the blink of an eye, countless strands of Dark-type Blue Silver Grass transformed in his hand into a pitch-black Dark Blue Silver Sword.

Gu Qing flicked his wrist, and the Dark Blue Silver Sword traced a perfect black arc through the air, meeting the incoming Seven Kill Sword with extreme precision.

The two swords clashed head-on in mid-air without any flashy maneuvers.

Accompanied by a deafening roar that pierced the clouds, a visible ring of violent shockwaves swept wildly in all directions, centered on the two of them.

A massive recoil force traveled along the blade, and Sword Douluo, his white robes fluttering, widened his eyes in shock.

The moment they crossed blades, he felt a terrifying force, completely inferior to his own, surge from that strange black sword.

This was simply not power that a young junior should possess!

Sword Douluo was greatly alarmed in his heart, forced to retreat three steps in succession, each step leaving a deep footprint on the solid ground.

He stared fixedly at Gu Qing, who had only swayed his shoulders slightly, his shock beyond measure.

At this moment, he could finally confirm one terrifying fact.

The Martial Soul Hall Holy Son before him was indeed unfathomably powerful, having reached at least the Title Douluo level!