"Three Days from Now, I'll Host Another Banquet and Invite You All. I Hope You Won't Refuse."

"Cough, cough!"

Staggering out of the massive crater, Dai Renfeng collapsed heavily onto the ground. He looked down, and his expression changed drastically.

He saw that both his wrists had been severed cleanly. Blood trickled from his fingertips and dripped onto the floor tiles.

"H-how could this..."

That had been his eighth Soul Skill!

How could it not even withstand a single basic sword aura from Chen Jianjun!?

This made no sense!

Even if he were a Peerless Douluo, he couldn't possibly be this powerful, could he?

"Th-this is impossible... This..."

In a daze, Dai Renfeng suddenly snapped back to his senses. "Wait..."

But.

He had barely managed to get one word out.

Chen Jianjun's second sword was already upon him.

This time, Dai Renfeng didn't even have time to release a Soul Skill.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of sword light.

A head soared into the air.

The headless body stood there for about half a second. Blood gushed from its neck like a fountain, splattering across the ground, before it finally toppled with a heavy thud.

The head rolled several times before coming to a stop at Dai Yue's feet.

Dai Yue looked down, meeting Dai Renfeng's eyes, still wide with shock and fear and not yet fully clouded over.

"Ah!!!"

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

The entire hall fell silent.

You could have heard a pin drop.

The ministers, guards, and palace maids all stood frozen in place, as if turned to stone, not daring to breathe.

Two swords.

In just two strokes, he had slain a Power Attack System Titled Douluo with peak Level 96 Soul Power.

So clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation... It was truly terrifying!

"Thump!"

Dai Li slid off the dragon throne and slumped onto the floor, his face ashen.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word. He only felt the warm liquid spreading through his trousers and running down his thighs, yet he was completely unaware of it.

Beside him, Tang Wei, First Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, was already soaked through with cold sweat. He could barely stay upright in his chair.

If Zhu Buchun's instant death just now had been a sneak attack, a stroke of luck...

But...

For Chen Jianjun to kill Dai Renfeng in two strokes, head-on...

What was this man's Soul Power Level, exactly?

Level 97?

Impossible!

Could he be Level 98?

But how?

Tang Wei didn't dare consider Level 99.

After all!

In nearly a thousand years, you could count the continent's Level 99 Titled Douluos on one hand. Chen Jianjun had only been Level 97 before. How could he have reached Level 99 in just a few days?

Even with Chen Fan's earlier miracle of raising a Level 89 Soul Douluo to a Titled Douluo on the spot!

Tang Wei still couldn't believe that Chen Jianjun was a Level 99 Titled Douluo!

One had to understand that a Level 90 Titled Douluo and a Level 99 Titled Douluo were on entirely different levels!

"I'm truly sorry for interrupting everyone's meal today."

Just as the hall had fallen into a deathly silence and everyone was sweating profusely,

Chen Fan suddenly spoke. "Three days from now, I'll host another banquet and invite you all. I hope you won't refuse."

He smiled as he spoke, but to the ministers, his words sounded like an utterly blatant threat.

Had they not seen Chen Jianjun still holding his sword?

"Of course, of course!"

"Exactly! Sect Master Chen is hosting a banquet. We'll definitely attend!"