Sword Douluo Dead!

Crack!

A crisp cracking sound rang out as the ice crystals covering the Hell White Tiger instantly filled with dense fractures.

The cracks spread at an astonishing speed, covering its entire body in less than a second.

The next moment—

Bang!

The ice crystals shattered, scattering across the ground as glittering shards of ice.

The Hell White Tiger vanished completely, leaving only two pools of blood behind.

Dai Tianfeng and Zhu Tiancai were dead!

At this moment, only two living people remained in the entire Rebel Alliance.

Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Qian Cheng! Do you dare fight me?!"

A thunderous shout exploded across Spirit City's plaza.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes blazed as the Seven Kill Sword in his hand hummed, as though responding to its master's fighting spirit.

Nine soul rings burned like flames, fully releasing the formidable aura of a level 96 Peak Douluo. Even the surrounding air twisted slightly beneath that sword intent.

Today, he had to draw his sword—not for victory or defeat, but for the dignity of a swordsman.

His father had lost to Qian Daoliu and died without regrets. If he himself lacked even the courage to issue a challenge, he would disgrace the renowned name of the Seven Kill Sword.

"Why should I agree to that?"

Qian Cheng lounged sideways in a white jade chair, his fingertips idly tracing the patterns on its armrest.

"My father challenged Qian Daoliu back then. Though he was defeated and died on the spot, his death had meaning!"

"But for a swordsman, dying at the hands of the strong is the highest honor! Today, for my father and for swordsmen everywhere, I will test your strength!"

Chen Xin suddenly clenched the hilt, and the cold gleam on