Chen Xin VS Bibi Dong! A Single Blade of Grass Can Sever Stars!

"Slash."

Lin Qiu pressed his fingers together like a sword and lightly traced a line through the void before him.

Hiss—!

A sword aura, almost impossible to track with the naked eye, shot forth.

This sword aura was not grand, measuring only three feet in length, yet it was condensed to the absolute limit.

As it tore through the void, it left behind a black fissure in the air that refused to heal for a long time.

The space ahead seemed to have been neatly sliced open by this single finger.

And at this very moment.

Above the Pope Palace, a figure in white was speeding toward them; it was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

The moment he approached the side hall, he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

That seemingly insignificant sword aura slashed out from within the hall, shooting straight into the clouds!

Before this sword aura, Chen Xin's pride and joy, the Seven Kill Sword Intent, actually let out a mournful cry, as if it had encountered an emperor among swords, instinctively trembling in fear!

"What kind of sword technique is this?!"

Chen Xin's pupils shrank to pinpricks, and the hair on his body stood on end.

He had never seen a sword intent so pure, so domineering, and yet so full of vitality.

A single blade of grass could sever the stars!

"What an astonishing sword aura! And this aura... it is actually so young?"

A stormy sea surged within Chen Xin's heart.

He had originally thought that only those old monsters in Martial Soul Hall were difficult to deal with; he had not expected them to hide such a terrifying younger generation.

"No, Rongrong is inside!"

Shock was shock, but Chen Xin snapped back to reality in an instant. If this sword aura was so terrifying, and it were to affect Rongrong...

"Break!"

Chen Xin dared not be careless, erupting with his peak level ninety-six soul power without reservation.

Behind him, his massive Seven Kill Sword martial soul soared into the sky, and his nine soul rings shone with brilliant light.

He had to forcibly suppress this space and rescue the girl first!

"Chen Xin, how dare you!"

The very instant Chen Xin was about to strike, a cold, bone-chilling feminine shout exploded in his ears like a thunderclap.

The next moment.

A pressure even more terrifying than Chen Xin's, intertwined with both evil and divinity, descended like a crushing tide.

Purple-black light obscured the sky.

A stunningly beautiful figure appeared out of thin air before Chen Xin, blocking his path.

She wore the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, held a scepter in her hand, and her papal robes billowed without wind; her flawless face was currently covered in frost.

It was the Pope, Bibi Dong!

Because she had consumed the Extreme Yin Soul Flower, Bibi Dong's cultivation had reached the peak of level ninety-eight, just one step away from entering the ranks of Peerless Douluo.

Striking in anger, her power was so immense that it forced Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword domain to crumble inch by inch.

"Bibi Dong!"

Chen Xin's expression changed drastically. He felt a mountain-toppling force surge toward him, forcibly pushing him back dozens of meters.

"This is Martial Soul Hall, not the backyard of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes were filled with majesty. She slammed her scepter against the void, and the soul power in the entire space instantly solidified.

"You intend to strike my child?"

Her voice was bone-chillingly cold, her killing intent palpable.

Chen Xin took a deep breath, forcibly steadying the churning blood in his body, and retracted his offensive stance, saying in a deep voice:

"Your Holiness has misunderstood. I sensed Rongrong here, and that sword aura was far too dangerous; I was merely anxious to save her and had no malicious intent."

"A misunderstanding?"

Bibi Dong sneered, "My child was merely practicing her swordsmanship; where was the danger? Yet you, a Title Douluo, actually intended to bully a junior—is this the character of the sword-wielding Chen Xin?"

Chen Xin was rendered speechless by her retort.

He glanced at the calm side hall below and sensed that Ning Rongrong's aura was stable, her soul power fluctuations even several times stronger than before, which left him secretly shocked.

"Your Holiness, since Rongrong is unharmed, then it was this humble one who was reckless.

However, Rongrong is the apple of the eye of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; I ask that Your Holiness show mercy and allow me to take her back."

"..."

Chen Xin cupped his hands in a salute, his posture significantly lowered.

The situation was stronger than the man.

Bibi Dong's current strength was far too terrifying; even he did not have the slightest chance of victory.

Bibi Dong, however, could not even be bothered to glance at him, stating indifferently:

"Her legs belong to her. If she wants to leave, I will not stop her. But if she is willing to stay and keep my son company as a guest, no one can take her away."

"You..."

Chen Xin was choked with anger; this was simply unreasonable.

Just then, the door to the side hall opened.

Lin Qiu stepped out, his expression calm, as if the sword strike from moments ago had not been unleashed by him at all.

Behind him, Ning Rongrong poked her head out and followed, her hands clutching that empty jade box tightly.

"Sword Grandpa!"

Seeing Chen Xin in the air, Ning Rongrong called out instinctively.

Chen Xin's face lit up with joy: "Rongrong, come here quickly! Grandpa will take you home!"

However, to everyone's surprise:

Ning Rongrong glanced at Lin Qiu, then at the aura-radiating Bibi Dong, shrank her neck, and then...

She actually reached out her small hand, grabbed Lin Qiu's sleeve tightly, and hid behind him.

"Um... Sword Grandpa, I'm not leaving."

Ning Rongrong said weakly, "I want to stay here... um, stay here to... to accompany His Highness the Holy Son in his cultivation."

Are you kidding? She had just found a powerful backer; how could she just leave like this?

Besides, her big brother could casually produce such divine medicine; there would surely be more good things in the future.

Go home?

How could home be better than this place!

Chen Xin: "???"

He was left in a state of utter confusion.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Where did my obedient, well-behaved granddaughter go?

"..."

Seeing this scene, the icy expression on Bibi Dong's face melted like snow, revealing an extremely doting smile.

Her figure descended slowly, arriving beside Lin Qiu, completely ignoring Chen Xin in the air as she gently adjusted Lin Qiu's collar.

"Qiu'er, you weren't frightened, were you?"

The tone was so gentle that it was as if she were a completely different person from the god of slaughter moments ago.

Lin Qiu shook his head, glanced at Chen Xin in the air, and said with a hint of apology:

"Mother, I've caused you trouble. The commotion from testing my sword was a bit large, and it disturbed this senior."

"Silly child, what are you saying?"

Bibi Dong reached out and stroked Lin Qiu's head, her eyes filled with pride and indulgence.

"This is your home; you can do whatever you want. Never mind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—even if the sky were to fall, Mother would hold it up for you."

As she spoke, she turned her head and swept a faint glance at Ning Rongrong, who was hiding behind Lin Qiu.

Her gaze was like lightning, scaring Ning Rongrong into a shiver and causing her to grip Lin Qiu's sleeve even tighter.

Bibi Dong sized her up, her gaze lingering on the Nine-Story Pagoda for a moment, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes before she nodded slightly.

"Although she is a bit delicate, her aptitude is acceptable. She barely qualifies to serve as a maid for Qiu'er."

Ning Rongrong: "..."

I want to cry, but I don't dare.

Big Brother, save me!

This woman is terrifying!

"..."

Watching this harmonious scene below, Chen Xin knew that there was no way he would be taking anyone away today.