Sword Venerable, Marquis Lingtian!

The air of the Douluo Continent seemed to freeze at that moment.

All cheers, all anticipation, were brutally choked off by an invisible hand.

The commoners kneeling on the ground in prayer, the soul masters raising their wine glasses in celebration, all remained in their previous poses, like stiff clay figures.

Amidst this suffocating oppression.

The screen in the center, which had been dark, slowly lit up with a faint glow.

It was the perspective of the second explorer, the plant-type soul beast "Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo."

As soon as the image appeared.

A sharpness so fierce it made one unable to open their eyes pierced directly through the light screen, stinging the vision of everyone on the Douluo Continent.

There were no ethereal seas of clouds here, nor magnificent palaces of white jade.

What greeted the eyes was a continuous stretch of treacherous mountain ranges.

Every peak here bore no vegetation. The mountainsides were straight and steep, like giant longswords plunged upside down into the earth, pointing directly at the firmament.

The air lacked that gentle spiritual energy.

Instead, sharp currents, capable of tearing through the void, surged back and forth between the peaks.

Daluo Sword Sect!

On Heaven Luck Planet, the sole top sword cultivation sect that dared to challenge the Heavenly Fortune Sect, known for its utterly domineering conduct.

The place where Solitary Bamboo landed was a wide bluestone platform halfway up the mountainside.

This Ten-Year weed, commonly found in the Star Dou Great Forest, stood alone in the cold, hard cracks of the stone.

It had no eyes, no sentience, only a few emerald green bamboo leaves.

Yet, it had been here for less than two breaths.

A gust of mountain wind blew past.

This was no ordinary wind.

In the Daluo Sword Sect, every wisp of air here had been nurtured by the sword intent of countless sword cultivators for years, long since transformed into invisible sword qi.

"Swish! Swish!"

The wind blew.

Solitary Bamboo's few emerald green leaves were instantly sliced into powder by this invisible wind blade.

Even the main stalk bore over a dozen deep sword marks, with green sap flowing from the wounds.

It trembled violently in pain, but the tragedy of plant-type soul beasts was that they couldn't even let out a scream.

Outside the grand hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the Heaven Dou Empire.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood on the steps, his hand, usually as steady as a mountain, was trembling uncontrollably at this moment.

He didn't look at the pitiful bamboo.

His sharp eyes were fixed on the tiny specks of dust stirred up by the wind in the light screen.

"The wind... is full of sword intent..."

Chen Xin swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"The wind in that sect, every current of air that blows out, is sharper than my seventh soul skill released at full power."

Hearing Sword Douluo's assessment.

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo both gasped.

The wind was sharper than a Titled Douluo's sword edge?

What kind of terrifying place was this, filled with soaring sword qi!

In the screen.

A steady sound of footsteps approached from the other end of the bluestone platform.

A young man in a white long gown, carrying a sheathed longsword on his back, was walking with his eyes closed, making gestures in the air with his fingers.

This was an ordinary outer disciple of the Daluo Sword Sect.

He reached the edge of the platform, opened his eyes, and immediately saw Solitary Bamboo, standing in the stone cracks, battered and broken by the wind.

The young man frowned, a flicker of disgust in his eyes.

"This Sword Practice Platform is paved with Black Iron Blue Rock, how could such a mundane weed, devoid of spiritual energy, grow here?"

The young man snorted coldly, not taking the bamboo seriously at all.

The people of the Daluo Sword Sect were always direct and domineering, like the swords in their hands.

The young man didn't even have the interest to draw his sword.

He merely waved his sleeve.

He didn't even use the spiritual energy within him.

It was just a trace of subtle sword energy, left on his sleeve from years of practice, that he flicked away casually.

"Ching!"

A semi-transparent white light flashed.

The Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo, which carried the so-called "core destiny" of the Douluo Continent.

It didn't even get a chance to be uprooted.

It was directly and neatly split in half from top to bottom by this casually swung sword energy. Then, in the aftermath of the sword energy, it turned into a pile of green powder, which was blown away by the mountain wind and scattered completely.

[Explorer Star Dou Great Forest Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo, encountered an outer disciple of the Daluo Sword Sect, was shredded by sword energy, judged dead.]

The screen in the middle.

After lighting up for less than the time it takes to burn half an incense stick.

It cleanly turned gray-white.

There were no reversals.

There were no miracles.

In that world, weakness didn't even deserve to be looked at twice.

On the training ground of Shrek Academy, it was so quiet that one could hear everyone's heartbeat.

Tang San gave a wry smile and lowered his head to look at the dirt beneath his feet.

"This is reality."

Tang San's voice was filled with a deep weariness.

"In the face of absolute power, destiny is a joke."

"They don't even care who you are; they just find you an eyesore and casually erase you."

Just as the people of the Douluo Continent thought the broadcast on this screen had ended.

An unexpected change occurred.

The gray-white screen in the middle of the Sky Screen did not completely dim as before.

Instead, a deafening sword cry echoed!

"Weng!"

This sword cry did not come from a single sword.

It was the sound of tens of thousands of swords being unsheathed simultaneously.

Through the light screen.

Everyone in the Douluo Continent saw a shocking scene that they would never forget in their lives.

The hundreds and thousands of mountain peaks of the Daluo Sword Sect, which resembled inverted long swords, began to shake violently.

Countless dazzling sword lights shot up into the sky from the top of each peak, shredding the clouds above Heaven Luck Planet.

The outer disciple who had just waved his hand and destroyed the Solitary Bamboo heard the sword cry and his expression changed drastically.

He ignored his surroundings and immediately knelt on the bluestone platform, cupping the long sword on his back with both hands and raising it high above his head.

Not just him.

The entire Daluo Sword Sect, from the Nascent Soul elders in seclusion to the newly admitted handyman disciples.

At this moment, they all made the same gesture.

Hundreds of thousands of people knelt on the ground in unison, facing the tallest central main sword peak, their eyes filled with extreme fervor.

"Welcome, Sword Venerable, out of seclusion!"

The simultaneous roar of hundreds of thousands of people converged into a tidal wave of sound that rumbled through heaven and earth.

Accompanying this earth-shattering roar.

Above the main sword peak, the void suddenly tore open a huge rift in the middle, like a piece of torn cloth.

A middle-aged man in a green robe stepped out from the rift in the void.

This man was quite handsome, with streaks of white at his temples.

He had his hands behind his back and carried no weapons.

Yet, as he stood there, he was like a peerless immortal sword capable of cleaving the entire starry sky.

That sharp aura, that domineering power to cut through everything.

Caused the space around him to distort and shift subtly.

Sword Venerable, Marquis Lingtian!

The founder of the Daluo Sword Sect, an old monster on Heaven Luck Planet who was the only one daring to confront Heavenly Fortune Master head-on!

Marquis Lingtian stood in mid-air, looking down at the hundreds of thousands of disciples kneeling below.

He didn't waste a single word.

He simply raised his head, his eyes as sharp as sword blades, and looked directly towards the distant horizon, towards the direction of the Heavenly Fortune Sect.

"Heavenly Fortune Master!"

Marquis Lingtian's voice was not loud.

But as these three words left his lips, they transformed into a visible, tangible sound wave, like a giant, invisible sword, crossing millions of miles and slashing fiercely towards the sky above the Heavenly Fortune Sect.

"You hypocritical old fool!"

Marquis Lingtian snorted coldly, his tone filled with disdain and arrogance.

"Do you really think this Heaven Luck Planet is yours to command!"

Boom!

All the spectators on the Douluo Continent were stunned.

Heaven Dou City, Star Luo City, Spirit City.

Just moments ago, they were marveling at Heavenly Fortune Master's benevolence and fearing the tragic death of the Sea God.

Now, they stood frozen in place like statues.

Outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's legs went weak, and with a "thump," he directly knelt on the steps of the main hall.

He felt no humiliation.

In his eyes, a fanatical light of tears flickered, as if he had witnessed the true Dao.

"This is the sword..."

Chen Xin clenched the stone slabs tightly with both hands, his voice trembling with excitement.

"No flowery spells, no hypocritical schemes."

"Man is the sword, the sword is the Dao."

"In front of this person, the swordsmanship I've practiced my entire life seems as laughable as a child playing with a twig."

Inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu exchanged a glance.

They both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Just now, the Sea God couldn't even withstand a single move from Heavenly Fortune Master, and was eventually absorbed like a tonic.

That silent fear had suffocated them.

But now.

This Marquis Lingtian of the Daluo Sword Sect dared to curse Heavenly Fortune Master as an old fool from millions of miles away, pointing at his nose!

That world not only had a smiling tiger who was as insidious as could be, but also such a sharp, domineering, and formidable expert.

Just as the people of Douluo were deeply impressed by Marquis Lingtian's spirit.

The scene in the light screen shifted again.

Inside the White Jade Hall of the Heavenly Fortune Sect, far away.

Heavenly Fortune Master, who had just finished absorbing all the incense and wish power of the Sea God, had his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his face.

Suddenly, Marquis Lingtian's voice, carrying astonishing sword intent, pierced through the defensive formation of the White Jade Palace and exploded within the hall.

The smile on Heavenly Fortune Master's face slowly faded.

He opened his eyes, and a cold glint flashed in his originally kind eyes.

"This reckless fool who practiced swordsmanship until his brain rotted."

Heavenly Fortune Master let out a soft hum and casually waved his sleeve.

The invisible sword-like sound wave above the hall was effortlessly neutralized by him.

But Heavenly Fortune Master did not get angry.

He resumed his amiable demeanor, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a gentle sip.

"Let him rant."

Heavenly Fortune Master looked at the dull golden trident left by the Sea God on the ground, a sinister curve forming on his lips.

"Once I completely digest this foreign origin power."

"The first one to be dealt with will be your Daluo Sword Sect."

The light on the Sky Screen gradually dimmed.

The central screen completely lost its picture.

However, the shock left for the Douluo Continent was like cold water dropped into hot oil, completely boiling over.

The two top powerhouses of the Renegade Immortal World, Heavenly Fortune Master and Marquis Lingtian.

One yin, one yang; one soft, one hard.

The existence of these two people made the powerhouses of the Douluo Continent, who were accustomed to being kings and overlords, clearly understand what true "there's always someone better" meant.

And amidst this battle of gods.

On the screen to the left, the last explorer still lit up.

The Grand Guardian of the Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu.

His predicament instantly became the most worrying matter for everyone on the continent.

The Sky Screen's perspective smoothly shifted to the first screen.

On the Sky Screen, the leftmost screen belonging to Qian Daoliu, after a wave-like ripple, the picture gradually became clear.

The eyes of everyone on the Douluo Continent were instantly drawn to it.

Qian Daoliu was teleported into a huge basin.

There was no daytime here; a thick layer of gray-black clouds perpetually floated in the sky, not allowing even a single star's light to penetrate.

The soil on the ground was dark brown, soft underfoot, and emitted a nauseating stench of decay.

The air was filled with a dense, chilling aura. A gust of cold wind blew, and this chill could directly penetrate into one's bones, making one shiver uncontrollably.

Qian Daoliu stabilized himself, his brows immediately furrowing into a tight knot.

As a peerless Douluo who served the Angel God, his soul power was filled with attributes of light and holiness.

The environment here made him feel as if he had fallen into a large mud pit; he was uncomfortable all over, and even breathing felt somewhat stifling.

"Such heavy evil energy."

Qian Daoliu muttered in a low voice, his gaze becoming extremely vigilant.

He did not underestimate the situation.

With the lesson of the complete annihilation of the previous batches of explorers, Qian Daoliu knew the danger level of this Renegade Immortal World all too well; a slight misstep could lead to eternal damnation.

He took a deep breath and unhesitatingly activated the vast soul power of level ninety-nine within him.

Accompanied by a crisp hum.

Blinding golden light erupted from Qian Daoliu's body, instantly illuminating the dim basin around him.

Six enormous golden wings slowly unfurled behind him, each feather seemingly forged from pure gold, exuding an aura of sacred inviolability.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Nine soul rings moved up and down beneath his feet, especially the last hundred-thousand-year red soul ring, which added a touch of dominance.

Angel Domain, activate!

Golden light spread out in all directions from Qian Daoliu as the center.

The gray, chilling mist that originally permeated the air, upon contact with this sacred golden light, made a "sizzling" sound like accumulated snow meeting boiling water, rapidly melting and retreating.

In just a few breaths.

Qian Daoliu forcefully carved out a safe zone of golden light, a hundred zhang in radius, within this basin filled with evil energy.

He held an Angelic Sacred Sword condensed from soul power, suspended in mid-air, like a god of war descended to the mortal realm.

Seeing this scene.

The audience on the Douluo Continent, whose nerves had been taut, finally found a sliver of relief.

In the Pope Palace of Spirit City.

The Second Guardian, Golden Crocodile Douluo, excitedly slapped his thigh, a large portion of the gloom on his face vanishing.

"Good! The Grand Guardian's move is indeed extraordinary!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo loudly cheered, pointing at the light screen in mid-air.

"Look, although the evil energy in that world is heavy, it can't get close to the Grand Guardian's Angelic Martial Soul!"

"Light is the bane of all evil spirits!"

"As long as the Grand Guardian maintains this state and proceeds steadily, lasting a year in this cursed place is definitely not a problem!"

The other guardians around nodded in agreement, their faces showing long-lost smiles.

Bibi Dong sat on her throne, looking at the majestic Qian Daoliu on the screen, her heart also settling a little.