Sword Douluo Defeated!

Qian Renxue waited and waited at the Crown Prince Mansion. After watching Gu Qing leave, she had assumed that fellow was merely off to handle some trivial matters.

Yet, time ticked away second by second; the hourglass on the table had run dry, but he still had not returned.

In the silent room, only the candlelight flickered occasionally.

Qian Renxue stood before the window, her golden eyes fixed on the direction of the long street's end.

The night breeze poured through the gaps in the window, stirring the strands of hair on her forehead.

Vaguely, a trace of worry began to spread quietly in the depths of her heart.

That bastard had swaggered into the Heaven Dou Empire under the identity of the Martial Soul Hall Saint Son, acting with extreme ostentation from the start.

Tonight, at the Lantern Market, he had displayed his strength with such reckless abandon.

If he had offended any of the hidden powerhouses within Heaven Dou City, he would surely find himself mired in endless trouble.

After all, this was the Heaven Dou Imperial City, where countless hidden dragons and crouching tigers resided.

Just as Qian Renxue was pacing anxiously by the window, a faint sound of air being pierced suddenly came from the corridor outside.

Immediately following, a black figure appeared outside the door like a phantom.

The secret agent knelt on one knee, his voice kept very low.

"Young Master, there is an extremely powerful fluctuation of soul power in the suburbs outside the city."

Qian Renxue frowned slightly and asked directly.

"Have you ascertained who is fighting?"

The shadow outside the door gave an immediate reply.

"This subordinate sensed an incredibly intense sword intent raging; that sharpness is extremely similar to that of the one from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's eyes widened abruptly, and her heart skipped a beat.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin!

This man was a super powerhouse who ranked among the very best in the entire Heaven Dou Empire, his strength unfathomable.

If he had made a move against Gu Qing, no matter how capable that fellow was, he would likely struggle to withstand the lethal strike of a level 96 Title Douluo.

In an instant, Qian Renxue could no longer spare a thought for anything else.

Even the risk that leaving the Crown Prince Mansion at this moment might expose her identity as Xue Qinghe was cast to the back of her mind.

She shoved the door open violently and, without summoning a single guard, dashed straight into the night.

Her figure transformed into a golden streak of light, rushing toward the suburbs outside the city at top speed.

The wind whistled in her ears; Qian Renxue clenched her hands into tight fists, beads of sweat seeping into her palms.

That fellow must not meet with any mishap.

In the suburbs outside the city, in a clearing deep within the woods.

The battle had entered a white-hot stage.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin trod upon the void, the silver-white Seven Kill Sword in his hand blazing with light.

The air within a hundred-meter radius was forcibly evacuated by this domineering sword intent.

A fanatical fighting spirit burned in the old man's eyes.

"Young man, receive this strongest strike of mine!"

As soon as the words fell, Sword Douluo gripped his sword with both hands and slashed down violently.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

The entire night sky was instantly illuminated by blinding white light as tens of thousands of sharp sword auras condensed out of thin air.

The rain of swords, like an inverted waterfall, poured down toward Gu Qing below with the momentum to destroy everything.

This was the ultimate killing move of the Seven Kill Sword; there was no escaping it.

Facing this world-destroying offensive, Gu Qing stood where he was without moving an inch.

The violent sword aura completely submerged the area where he stood.

The hard ground was carved with countless bottomless ravines, and dust filled the sky, obscuring all vision.

The towering trees in the vicinity were shredded into wood shavings by the aftermath.

Sword Douluo, suspended in mid-air, looked at the completely devastated battlefield below and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He knew the power of this move all too well; even a Title Douluo of the same rank would be dead or severely injured if they took it head-on.

It seemed that in this test, he had won after all.

However, as the dust gradually settled, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the deepest part of his vision, a slender figure still stood tall and straight in the very center of the deep crater.

Although the clothes on Gu Qing's body had been shredded by the sword aura, he himself remained completely unscathed.

At this moment, an incredibly dense, emerald-green radiance was spreading wildly around his body.

Countless crystal-clear vines burst from the soil, firmly shielding his body in the center.

A continuous, surging force of life flowed along those vines, pouring frantically into the body of Gu Qing.

This was the powerful healing and protective effect of the Life-Type Blue Silver Grass.

Any minor wound sliced open by sword qi healed completely in the blink of an eye.

Sword Douluo watched this scene with a face full of shock, his breathing even pausing for a moment.

Such terrifying life energy was simply unheard of.

Just then, Gu Qing moved.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the pitch-black Dark Blue Silver Sword he had been holding quietly underwent a transformation.

The extreme darkness faded, replaced by a touch of emerald green filled with endless vitality.

On the blade, there were even faint phantoms of green leaves constantly unfurling.

Gu Qing looked up, staring directly at the white-robed old man in mid-air.

"I also have a sword, one that embodies the true essence of life, named the Sword of Blooming."

As these words fell, he gave his wrist a gentle flick forward.

The emerald-green longsword left his hand, transforming into a stream of light that was not particularly dazzling, yet gentle to the extreme.

There was no roar of tearing air, nor the power to shake the earth and mountains.

Yet, the moment this sword was thrust out, an unprecedented sense of horror rose from the depths of Sword Douluo's heart.

The old man discovered that the aura-locking he prided himself on had completely failed.

In his field of vision, the speed of that sword was clearly very slow, slow enough to see the flow of every texture on the blade.

Yet, he could not bring himself to harbor any thought of dodging; his body was completely imprisoned by a higher-order rule.

It was a lock acting directly upon the origin of life.

What kind of hellish soul skill is this!

Sword Douluo frantically urged the soul power within his body, attempting to raise the Seven Kill Sword to block.

But it was of no use.

The emerald-green sword light ignored all defenses, piercing directly through the barrier of sword qi surrounding him and heading straight for his throat.

The old man closed his eyes in despair.

Having traversed the continent for most of his life, he thought he was about to fall here today.

However, the sharp pain of a blade piercing flesh and blood that he had anticipated did not arrive.

That sword stopped abruptly, less than an inch from Sword Douluo's throat.

The blade tilted slightly, merely snipping off a piece of fabric from the old man's chest.

No life was taken; it was purely a sparring match where one stops at the limit.

The violent fluctuations of soul power dissipated completely at this moment.

The night breeze blew once more across this scarred and desolate clearing in the suburbs.

Gu Qing retracted the Blue Silver Grass that was emitting emerald-green light and casually brushed the dust from his sleeves.

This one-sided crushing victory had come to an end.

He did not pay any attention to Sword Douluo, who remained frozen in place, and turned directly to walk slowly back in the direction he had come.

His profound soul power circulated steadily through his meridians, and his breathing was not the least bit disordered.