High in the sky, the duel between Du Busi and Chen Xin had already reached a fever pitch!
Toxic mist churned around Du Busi as he looked at Chen Xin across from him, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Though your strength cannot compare to Tang Hao's, in terms of attack alone, you surpass him! You are merely a little lacking in foundation."
The hem of his clothes was slightly dirty, but there was not a single external wound on his body. He remained calm and composed.
Chen Xin, on the other hand, had his once spotless snow-white robe corroded into tatters by the toxic mist, its surface riddled with dense holes from the poison.
"Thank you for the praise."
Chen Xin's voice was cool and steady. Even at a disadvantage, Sword Dao: Chen Xin still stood straight-backed like a lone pine atop a cliff, without the slightest hint of defeat.
Du Busi watched the fervor in Chen Xin's eyes and slowly said, "This old man does not mind giving you a hand!"
"You had better give it your all, or you really will die!"
As soon as the words fell, Du Busi's sixth soul ring lit up instantly. "Sixth Soul Skill! Hell Poison Dragon Drill!"
Countless thick streams of poison spiraled and intertwined, condensing into a gigantic dark-green poison dragon over thirty meters long.
Its dragon head was savage, its scarlet eyes bloodthirsty and violent. Wrapped in spiraling venomous gales, it charged toward Chen Xin to crush him.
A vast pressure bore down on him, and the fierce wind scattered Chen Xin's white hair.
Yet his gaze did not waver in the slightest. The five fingers gripping the Seven Kill Sword suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning white.
The Seven Kill Sword trembled violently, and the sixth black soul