"Three days later, I will host a banquet again and invite all of you. Please do not refuse."

"Cough, cough!"

Staggering as he crawled out of the massive crater, Dai Renfeng collapsed heavily onto the ground. He lowered his head to look, and his expression changed drastically.

He saw that his wrists had been severed by clean, flat cuts, and blood was gushing from his fingertips, dripping onto the floor tiles.

"This, how could this be..."

That was his eighth soul skill!

How could it not even withstand a basic sword-qi attack from Chen Jianjun!?

This made no sense!

Even if he were a Peerless Douluo, it shouldn't be like this, right?

"This, this is impossible... this..."

In a daze, Dai Renfeng suddenly snapped back to reality. "Wait—"

However.

He had only managed to utter a single word.

Chen Jianjun's second strike had already arrived.

This time, Dai Renfeng didn't even have time to release any soul skills.

"Swish!"

A sword gleam flashed by.

A head soared into the sky.

The headless corpse stood in place for about half a second, blood erupting from the neck like a fountain and spraying across the floor, before it collapsed heavily.

The head rolled along the ground, spinning several times before coming to a stop at Dai Yue's feet.

Dai Yue looked down, meeting Dai Renfeng's eyes, which were still filled with shock and terror, their pupils not yet fully dilated.

"Ah!!!"

She let out a shrill, miserable scream, retreated several steps, and slumped to the ground, nearly wetting herself in terror.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

One could hear a pin drop.

All the ministers, guards, and palace maids stood frozen in place, as if they had been petrified, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Two strikes.

Within two strikes, he had killed a power-attack system Title Douluo with peak level 96 soul power.

Such cleanliness and efficiency, without a hint of hesitation, was truly... terrifying!

"Thud!"

Dai Li slid from his dragon throne onto the floor, his face ashen.

His lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. He felt a wet patch spreading in his crotch, the warm liquid trickling down his thighs, yet he remained completely oblivious.

Meanwhile, First Elder Tang Wei of the Clear Sky Sect had his back soaked in cold sweat, and he was practically limp in his chair.

If one could say that the instant kill of Zhu Buchun earlier was a sneak attack or a stroke of luck.

But...

To kill Dai Renfeng instantly with two strikes in a head-on confrontation...

Just what was this Chen Jianjun's soul power level?

Level 97?

Impossible!

Could it be level 98?

But how could he?

Tang Wei dared not even think of level 99.

After all!

In the last thousand years, the number of Title Douluos on the continent who could reach level 99 could be counted on one hand. Chen Jianjun had only been level 97 before; how could he have stepped into level 99 in just a few short days?

Even though!

There was the miracle of Chen Fan causing an level 89 Soul Douluo to advance to Title Douluo on the spot!

Tang Wei still could not believe that this Chen Jianjun was a level 99 Title Douluo!

One had to know, a level 90 Title Douluo and a level 99 Title Douluo were two completely different concepts!

"I apologize for disturbing everyone's meal today."

Just as the scene fell into a deathly silence and the crowd was drenched in sweat.

Chen Fan suddenly spoke up. "Three days from now, I will host a banquet again to invite you all. I hope you will not decline."

His words were spoken with a smile, but to the ears of the ministers, it sounded like an undisguised threat.

Had they not seen that Chen Jianjun was still holding his sword?

"Certainly, certainly!"

"Yes, that's right! If Sect Master Chen hosts a banquet, we will definitely attend!"