This sword had once felled the stars!
This sword had once split mountains apart!
This sword was the ultimate pride of a swordsman!
On the ground, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong gazed up at the sword light that pierced heaven and earth, feeling as if they couldn't breathe.
Even they felt as insignificant as ants looking up at the sky beneath this sword intent.
Too strong!
This was the true power of Sword Douluo Chen Xin!
Facing this world-destroying sword strike,
Chen Xuan, high in the sky, didn't even release his Martial Soul.
He still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
He merely raised one finger.
Facing the peerless sword light rushing toward him, he gently pressed downward.
"Birth."
He spoke just one word.
The word was very soft,
so soft it sounded like a murmur in a dream.
But as soon as it fell,
in an instant,
every Blue Silver Grass within several thousand meters of Blue Silver Academy—not, the entire area with the academy at its center—came to life.
They were no longer soft plants.
They became the toughest chains in the world, the gentlest of nets.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Countless blades of Blue Silver Grass sprang wildly from the ground!
They were a translucent jade green, their surfaces flowing with a faint golden glow. Each leaf's edge carried a naturally honed sharpness.
They didn't charge toward the sword light.
Instead, at an inconceivable speed, they wove, twined, and braided together in the air!
In just an instant!
A colossal net woven from billions of blades of Blue Silver Grass took shape!
The net blotted out the sky!
It completely shielded Chen Xuan from view.
The sword light, powerful enough to cleave a mountain range, finally arrived!
It slammed into the jade-green net!
"Shhk—!"