Chen Xin drew in a sharp breath. His fingers clenched around the Seven Kill Sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
His expression was graver than ever. He stared at the black-robed youth before him, his voice trembling slightly as all his usual composure and calm vanished.
"Level ninety-four Soul Power!"
Chen Xin blurted it out, his voice filled with utter shock.
"How is that possible?"
"How old are you?"
An eighteen-year-old Titled Douluo—and a level ninety-four Titled Douluo at that!
Such a terrifying rate of cultivation was beyond the bounds of human understanding. It overturned every convention in the Soul Master World.
Hiding behind the others, Ning Rongrong had been sulking. When she heard Chen Xin's words, her big eyes widened until they were round as saucers.
The little girl stood frozen on the spot, her mind buzzing and utterly blank.
"What?"
Her lips trembled slightly as she stared dazedly at that godlike, demonic figure and murmured to herself.
A youth around her age had already reached level ninety-four?
Her father and grandfathers had always doted on her, and everyone praised her as a once-in-a-century genius of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She had always been rather proud of herself, believing that few of her peers could match her.
But now—
As she looked at the radiant youth before her, whose might dominated the world, Ning Rongrong felt the despairing terror of the vast gulf between them.
It was like an enormous chasm stretching between heaven and earth, bottomless and utterly impossible to cross.
Before a true monster like him, the genius title she had always taken pride in was insignificant—ridiculous, even.
She wasn't even worthy of lacing his boots!
Just as Ning Rongrong's mind reeled—
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo each took several deep breaths and finally recovered from their immense shock.
Soul Power surged wildly around them as they resisted the terrifying pressure radiating from Tang Yu. Their expressions grew incomparably solemn.
Layer upon layer of black light shimmered over Gu Rong's gaunt frame. His bones cracked in a series of ear-splitting pops as he braced himself and shouted,
"Hmph. So what if you're a genius the likes of which the world has never seen?"
"At the end of the day, you're only level ninety-four!"
"Old man and that blind swordsman have spent years honing our abilities as Titled Douluo. Our levels are even higher than yours. We're certainly not afraid of a greenhorn like you!"
Though he said that, their actions betrayed the deep wariness they felt.
To be safe, they wouldn't give their opponent the slightest chance to turn the tables.
The two Super Douluo standing at the summit of the continent's power pyramid stepped forward in perfect unison.
Clang!
Sword Qi soared into the sky. The Seven Kill Sword gleamed with a sharpness that seemed capable of piercing the heavens.
Roar!
The Bone Dragon circled overhead, its pitch-black scales glinting with a cold light in the sun as it bared its claws and fangs.
Side by side, they stood on either side of him.
They set aside the pride of their elders and prepared to join forces against the unfathomable Prince Wuyang before them!
The auras of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo began to climb, like two volcanoes about to erupt.
Gale-force winds howled before the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's gates, making the surrounding trees thrash violently. The leaves whirling through the air were instantly shredded to dust by the rampaging Soul Power.
A series of piercing booms rang out as Gu Rong's gaunt frame rapidly grew taller. The grinding of his bones made everyone's scalp crawl.
Rings of dense black light rose from beneath his feet and surged up his legs, quickly enveloping his entire body. Even the sunlight around him seemed to be swallowed by the darkness.
Thick white bones burst through his flesh and spread wildly along his limbs. In the blink of an eye, they formed a massive, heavy skeleton that encased his entire body, leaving not a single gap.
The Bone Dragon Martial Soul manifested, unleashing an ancient, ferocious aura that pressed down on the entire area.
The air around them compressed beneath its force, bursting in a series of muffled booms.
Chen Xin, standing beside him, held nothing back either.
Substantial golden Sword Qi surged around him and shot into the sky, ripping apart the clouds overhead.
Sharp waves of Soul Power spilled outward, carving countless deep furrows into the hard flagstones and sending shards of stone flying.
Brilliant light dazzled the eyes.
The long, murderous Seven Kill Sword floated before him.
It rang with a series of clear, piercing cries as deadly light flickered at its tip.
The two Super Douluo standing at the summit of the Soul Master World stood shoulder to shoulder, forming an unbreakable wall that shielded the disciples behind them.
Ning Fengzhi stood farther back. Seeing his two longtime companions step forward, he finally felt some of the tension leave his body.
Until now, facing Tang Yu alone and the tens of thousands of emotionless Black Armor Army soldiers, he had felt as if he were plunging into an abyss. At last, some of that fear began to fade.
He raised the back of his hand and discreetly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. With a long exhale, he felt as though the boulder pressing on his chest had been lifted.
At some point, Ning Rongrong had hurried over and grabbed her father's sleeve.
The little girl's palms were slick with cold sweat from fear, and her body trembled slightly.
Her big eyes brimmed with worry as she stared at the tense standoff ahead. Her voice was thick with tears.
"Dad!"
"Can Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa really beat Tang Yu if they fight together?"
"He even defeated the Star Luo Empire's army, and he has all those people under his command. What if the two grandpas can't stop him?"
Ning Fengzhi turned to look at his daughter's frightened face and gave her a faint smile.
He reached out and gently patted the back of Ning Rongrong's hand, soothing her in a mild voice.
"Don't worry."
"No matter how capable that brat is, he won't be able to stir up trouble here on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's turf today."
Ning Fengzhi regained the composure of a sect master. He straightened his back, and his gaze grew firm.
"Your Bone Grandpa is a level ninety-five Super Douluo."
"His Bone Dragon Martial Soul is considered the greatest defensive Martial Soul on the entire Douluo Continent. No one can easily break through his defenses."
"And your Sword Grandpa is even more formidable. His cultivation has already reached the terrifying level of ninety-six."
"The Seven Kill Sword in his hand is the undisputed number one offensive Martial Soul on the continent. Wherever its Sword Qi points, nothing can stand in its way."
As he spoke, pride flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and his voice grew firmer.
"One attacks, the other defends. They work together perfectly."
"These two elders are the greatest trump cards that let the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stand tall in the world."
"It is because they're here that our sect is considered one of the continent's top powers, feared by all."
"Dealing with a young man who's only just made a name for himself should be a sure thing. There's no need to worry."
After hearing her father's detailed explanation, Ning Rongrong finally felt her anxious heart settle a little.
She took a deep breath and looked once more toward the black-robed youth in the distance.