Li Qinglian's Sword Intent Shocks Sword Douluo

On the side of the Consecration Hall, which did not get along with the Pope Palace, the various consecrators were also staring at Li Qinglian in astonishment.

They knew it.

There could not possibly be another genius in this world with innate soul power at level twenty.

That meant Li Qinglian had most likely relied on his own efforts to cultivate to level thirty-three.

"If he had some fortuitous encounter, it wouldn't be impossible."

"Li Qinglian's innate soul power should have been full. With a slightly faster normal cultivation speed, he could have reached around level twenty-six or twenty-seven. With the help of a few fortuitous encounters, cultivating to level thirty-three is still doable."

The consecrators stared at Li Qinglian and spoke.

It was not as if this world had no treasures capable of rapidly increasing cultivation.

Although Li Qinglian's cultivation had startled them for a moment, it was not enough to make them lose their composure too much.

Qian Renxue had an innate martial soul at level twenty, and she had broken through to Soul Elder before she was even nine.

Compared with her, even Li Qinglian fell far too short.

In terms of early-stage cultivation speed, no one could compare to Qian Renxue.

If she had not wasted her cultivation in the imperial palace of Heaven Dou City, Qian Renxue's talent would have been even more monstrous.

"Grandpa. Do you think Qinglian can win?"

Near the front of the audience seats, Dugu Yan held her grandfather's hand and asked worriedly.

"That boy Li Qinglian won't lose."

Dugu Bo's gaze was like an eagle's.

He had seen Li Qinglian and Shui Bing'er's Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Once they used that move, no one could block it.

However, with Li Qinglian's personality, he would most likely keep that trump card hidden until the end.

But with Li Qinglian's sword alone, he should be able to handle it. He's a Soul Elder now. His sword is enough to threaten the life of any Soul Ancestor.

"The match begins."

As the host's voice fell, the members of Star Luo Team swiftly charged over.

Tianshui Team, meanwhile, released their martial souls one after another and stood ready.

"Sister Xian'er, Sister Bing'er. I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to cripple this Dai Tianyao first."

Li Qinglian released his martial soul.

Holding the Green Lotus Sword in his hand, he raised his sword and charged straight at Dai Tianyao.

"You're courting death!"

Dai Tianyao froze for a moment.

He had not expected Li Qinglian to take the initiative and charge at him.

In an instant, he was so angry he laughed.

He was the strongest person on Star Luo Team.

"Hahaha. This kid from Tianshui Team must have lost his mind..." Dai Davis also laughed at the sight. But this was fine too. They could end the battle quickly.

"Sisters. Move!"

Shui Xian'er and Shui Bing'er joined forces, and the entire sky turned cold and silent.

The five members with water-attribute or ice-attribute abilities cooperated with Shui Bing'er's Ultimate Ice, instantly making the sky bitterly cold.

Unless Li Qinglian used his Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Shui Bing'er, activating the Fire Phoenix martial soul in this environment would only have the opposite effect. This was also the reason he used the Green Lotus Sword.

Li Qinglian raised his sword and drew a straight azure afterimage across the arena.

The smile at the corner of Dai Tianyao's mouth had not fully spread before he struck out with a palm.

The soul power of a level forty-six Soul Ancestor poured out without the slightest reservation, and the palm wind, wrapped in dense golden light, condensed in midair into a terrifying palm shadow about ten feet wide, pressing down on Li Qinglian's head like a small mountain.

"Get down!"

The palm shadow crashed down, and the air let out a dull explosion!

The stone slabs on the stage were shaken by the aftershock of the palm wind, splitting into spiderweb-like cracks!

For a time, everyone's eyes were drawn to Li Qinglian and Dai Tianyao.

Li Qinglian did not dodge.

The Green Lotus Sword lay horizontally before him, its blade trembling faintly as it let out a clear, ringing hum.

Li Qinglian poured all his strength into the blade.

Then he swung.

There was nothing fancy about the opening of this strike.

It was a pure green sword beam, condensed to the absolute limit.

It burst from the sword tip like a ray of moonlight compressed countless times, thin as a cicada's wing yet incomparably sharp.

Hiss!

The instant the sword beam collided with the palm shadow, there was no earth-shattering explosion as one might have imagined.

A crack as fine as a strand of hair split open down the middle of the palm shadow, then rapidly spread in every direction. The golden palm shadow shattered inch by inch like smashed glazed glass, turning into countless motes of light that faded into the air.

But the green sword beam did not lose momentum. Its remaining force brushed past Dai Tianyao's ear, slicing off a lock of black hair at his temple, before slamming hard into the stone floor behind him.

Boom!

A sword scar half a foot deep stretched straight from the center of the stage to its edge. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without even the slightest spray of gravel.

"The feeling you give me is about that much."

Only then did Li Qinglian answer Dai Tianyao's contempt and mockery.

The whole venue fell silent.

Dai Tianyao froze in place, his pupils suddenly shrinking, his back instantly drenched in cold sweat.

When that sword beam cut through his hair, he clearly felt a chill seep through the skin beside his ear and into his marrow, as if the Grim Reaper had taken a scythe and traced it along the side of his neck.

He had been only an inch away from death.

"..."

"Is this... a ten-year-old?"

He opened his mouth, but no sound came from his throat.

Everyone in the arena stopped moving without realizing it.

The Ice Phoenix soul power in Shui Bing'er's hands faintly stagnated. Shui Xian'er's eyes also widened, and even the other members of Tianshui Team subconsciously turned back to look at that slender figure.

In the stands.

First came a few scattered cries of shock, then they surged up like a tide. Countless people rose from their seats. Some covered their mouths, while others pointed toward the arena with trembling fingers.

On the rostrum.

Bibi Dong's fingers, which had been tapping the armrest, abruptly stopped.

In her deep purple pupils, the green sword scar on the arena that had yet to fully fade was reflected. After a moment of silence, she slowly straightened up in her seat.

Behind her, Hu Liena also subconsciously held her breath, the frivolous look in her fox-like eyes vanishing completely.

"Sword Intent..."

Bibi Dong said in a low voice.

"How is that possible... How old is he?"

And it was not just them.

Across the entire rostrum, dozens of higher-ups from the major sects, empires, and academies almost simultaneously turned their heads toward the same direction.

That was the seating area of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect!

Because everyone knew that the person on this continent who understood swords the best was right there!

Ning Fengzhi sat in the center. Even the gentle smile he usually wore had receded somewhat, and a hint of gravity appeared in his eyes. Beside him sat a little girl in a goose-yellow dress, about ten years old, staring at the arena with round, wide eyes.

While this strike had cut apart Dai Tianyao's tiger palm, it had also left a deep impression on Ning Rongrong.

Ever since she learned that Li Qinglian was the same age as her, her gaze had remained fixed on him.

She wanted to see just what kind of performance someone her own age would put on.

But who could have expected...

"That strike was amazing. He's practically the second strongest swordsman I've ever seen in the world." Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes were filled with a strange light.

That night, who knew how many young girls would be unable to sleep.

And on Ning Fengzhi's other side.

Chen Xin.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

This man who stood at the peak of the continent's path of the sword was now bracing both hands on the armrests, leaning slightly forward, his sword-sharp eyes fixed tightly on the back of that youth in the arena. Deep within his gaze, an extremely complicated light churned.