"Seven Kill Sword, Nine Kills United." Chen Jianjun let out a sharp cry. The Seven Kill Sword erupted with a dazzling silver-white radiance, and the ninth "kill" character seemed to rip through space as it lunged at Qian Daoliu with overwhelming murderous intent. Qian Daoliu remained utterly unmoved. The Angel Holy Sword swung out several streaks of golden light in succession, blocking the sword intent. Looking at Chen Jianjun, a trace of approval flashed through his eyes. "What a Seven Kill Sword. Not bad."
On a mountain peak a hundred meters away, Murong Huai watched the scene with eyes full of amazement. "Holy crap, is this what a true master of the sword looks like?"
"Uncle Gu told me to comprehend my own sword path. Then my sword path must stand above everyone else's."
Qian Daoliu spotted Murong Huai in the distance. The golden light around him suddenly receded, and he landed on the ground. Holding the Angel Holy Sword, he walked toward Chen Jianjun step by step. "Just now, I suppressed you with Soul Power. That did not count as a true duel of the sword. Now, sword against sword—I'll let you witness the true power of the Angel Holy Sword."
Qian Daoliu intended to put on a pinnacle swordsmanship duel for Murong Huai. This would be tremendously helpful for Murong Huai's comprehension of his own sword path. Otherwise, Qian Daoliu could have simply killed Chen Jianjun with Soul Power.
Chen Jianjun had not expected Qian Daoliu to block his nine kill characters with Soul Power alone. "A level ninety-nine Limit Douluo truly is extraordinary."
Upon hearing Qian Daoliu's next words, fanaticism flashed in Chen Jianjun's eyes. He raised a hand to wipe the blood from his mouth as the Seven Kill Sword trembled faintly before him. "Just what