Lin Qiu's Grass Sword Art! One Sword Cleaves the Heavens!

Everyone assumed Lin Qiu would gladly accept.

After all, one can never have too many skills, especially when it came to a top-tier inheritance.

Yet, Lin Qiu laughed.

He laughed quite happily, as if he had just heard a colossal joke.

"You want to teach me how to use a sword?"

Lin Qiu looked at Chen Xin, his eyes devoid of mockery, holding only an emotion called "pity."

"Old man, I admire your confidence."

"But your sword..."

Lin Qiu shook his head, "is too weak."

"Weak?"

Chen Xin was stunned.

In his entire life, he had heard countless evaluations.

Some said his sword was overbearing, some said it was sharp, and others said it was ruthless.

But never had anyone dared to call his sword "weak."

"This old man's Seven Kill Sword possesses the greatest attack power in the world!" Chen Xin said, somewhat unconvinced, his voice rising a notch. "Even His Holiness the Pope, if he does not use that staff, would not dare to take a full-strength strike from me head-on!"

Lin Qiu sighed.

The natives of this Douluo Continent truly had such narrow horizons.

What they called the way of the sword was nothing more than energy released by piling up soul power.

Compared to the supreme sword intent from the Shrouding Heavens World, where a single blade of grass could slash through the sun, moon, and stars, this was like kindergarteners fighting with twigs.

"Since you are unconvinced."

Lin Qiu casually plucked a loose thread from his sleeve.

Yes, a plain, ordinary thread.

"I will let you see what a true sword is."

Lin Qiu held the thread, as thin as a strand of silk, between two fingers, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

"Watch closely."

"I will only demonstrate this once."

The moment his voice fell.

The aura around Lin Qiu changed.

If he had been a lazy young nobleman before.

Then at this moment, he was a peerless divine blade unsheathed.

A desolate, ancient, and vast artistic conception instantly enveloped the entire Pope Palace square.

There was no earth-shattering fluctuation of soul power.

There were no dazzling martial soul special effects.

Lin Qiu simply raised his hand, holding that thread, and gently slashed toward the sky.

This slash.

It was very slow.

Slow enough for everyone to see his movement clearly.

Yet, this slash was also very fast.

Fast enough that even light seemed unable to escape in time.

In the eyes of everyone present.

That limp, soft thread seemed to transform into a sword-grass reaching from the earth to the heavens.

Although it was only a fleeting phantom.

The terrifying sword intent, which seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth and severing eternity, made the souls of everyone present tremble.

Especially Chen Xin, who was a sword cultivator.

His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needle points.

In his perception, the world had vanished.

Only that single line of cold light remained.

That was not a soul skill.

That was the Dao!

It was the Great Dao of the Sword!

Rip—!

A sound, extremely faint.

Everyone looked up, discovering with horror.

The clouds in the sky.

That cloud layer, a thousand meters thick, had been sliced open with surgical precision, creating a rift thousands of meters long!

Sunlight spilled down through the fissure, forming a golden curtain of light.

A single thread.

Had severed the sea of clouds.

No spirit rings flashed.

No spirit power surged.

This was pure sword intent.

A deathly silence descended upon the plaza.

It was even quieter than when Bibi Dong had sent a Title Douluo flying with a single strike of her staff moments ago.

Because this scene had transcended their understanding of the power system.

This was not something a spirit master could achieve!

Chen Xin stood frozen in place.

The Seven Kill Sword martial soul in his hand had dissipated on its own, he knew not when.

His body was trembling.

Not from fear, but from the bewilderment of a collapsed faith.

Before this sword strike, which seemed to stun the ages.

His Seven Kill Sword was, just as Lin Qiu had said.

Too weak.

It was like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.

"This... what is this sword technique?"

Chen Xin collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his aged face.

He felt as though the last few decades of his life had been spent in vain.

"Grass Sword Art."

Lin Qiu tossed away the thread, which had already turned to ash, and said indifferently, "Just something I practiced casually; it's nothing worth showing off."

Practiced casually?

Nothing worth showing off?

Everyone present wanted to kneel and kowtow to this master.

You pierced the very heavens, and you call this practicing casually?

In the corner.

The Shrek Academy team had long since huddled together.

Zhu Zhuqing's cold, clear eyes were now terrifyingly bright.

She stared fixedly at Lin Qiu on the high platform, her eyes filled with irrepressible worship and longing.

This was a true powerhouse!

This was the power she dreamed of attaining!

In comparison, her fiancé Dai Mubai, who only knew how to escape and indulge in debauchery, was nothing but a pile of mud.

And Dai Mubai.

At this moment, he was hiding behind Zhao Wuji, his entire body shaking like a sieve.

His face was as white as a sheet, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Lin Qiu's sword strike just now reminded him of that gaze.

The gaze that had killed his elder brother, Dai Weisi.

Too terrifying.

How could such a terrifying person exist in this world?

He didn't even dare to look up at Lin Qiu, fearing he would be noticed by the man.

He only wanted to flee Martial Soul Hall immediately, as far away as possible.

He never wanted to see this devil again in his life!

Even Ning Rongrong, who had been showing off her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda just moments ago, now had her small mouth agape, not even noticing the fruit pit falling from her hand to the ground.

"Brother Lin Qiu... so he was this powerful all along..."

Ning Rongrong murmured to herself, her small face flushed with a deep crimson, "He's ten thousand times stronger than those Title Douluo Dad always talks about!"

Bibi Dong stood to the side, watching her son display such overwhelming might, the pride in her heart nearly overflowing.

She stepped forward and gently straightened Lin Qiu's collar.

Her movements were so tender it was as if she were an entirely different person.

"Are you tired?"

Bibi Dong asked softly, "There's no point in wasting words on these frogs at the bottom of a well. Let's go back and rest."

Lin Qiu nodded.

Showing off was exhausting work, after all.

Although that strike had looked effortless, he had utilized the "Grass Sword Art Experience Card" rewarded by the system, which had taken a significant toll on his mental energy.

"Everyone."

Bibi Dong turned around, regaining the lofty, majestic air of the Pope.

"Today's farce ends here."

"If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is dissatisfied, you are welcome to challenge us at any time."

"However, next time..."

Bibi Dong offered a cold smile, "It won't be as simple as just smashing a couple of craters."

With that said.

She took Lin Qiu's hand and, amidst the awestruck gazes of the gathered Title Douluo, turned and walked into the Pope Palace.

It was not until their figures had completely vanished.

That the people in the plaza finally felt the massive mountain pressing down on their hearts had been lifted.

"Phew..."

Ning Fengzhi let out a long breath, only to realize his back was already soaked through with cold sweat.

He looked at the despondent Chen Xin beside him and gave a bitter smile.

"Uncle Sword, let us go."

"This Martial Soul Hall... the heavens have changed."

Deep within the Pope Palace.

Lin Qiu lay comfortably on the expansive, plush couch.

Bibi Dong personally peeled a grape and fed it to him.

"Qiu'er, that move from earlier—was it really just something you practiced casually?"