Nether White Tiger? One Sword Breaks It

Sword Douluo saw it clearly.

That sword radiance was not merely sharp.

What it carried was a kind of meaning that came close to the Dao.

Green Lotus Sword Intent—upright, clear, unstained by any speck of dust, like a lotus blooming from the mud. It seemed gentle, but in truth, it was indestructible.

The purity of that state of mind was even half a notch higher than the Seven Kill Sword Intent he had immersed himself in for most of his life.

Seven Kill Sword Intent governed slaughter, hardness, and an indomitable advance.

But that youth's sword intent governed purity, clarity, and the return of all laws to one source!

"Fengzhi."

Chen Xin spoke, his voice steady, yet carrying a tremor that was almost impossible for others to detect.

"Mm."

"Did you see it clearly?"

"I did."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, then turned his head slightly to look at this old friend of several decades, only to discover that his hand had actually clenched a little.

Chen Xin remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he let out a long breath and leaned back into his chair, though his gaze never once left the arena.

"This child's sword intent... is deeper than my Seven Kill Sword Intent."

He said it very softly, but the powerful figures around him all heard it clearly.

For a moment, they looked at one another, unable to believe their own ears.

Deeper than Sword Douluo's sword intent?

A ten-year-old boy?

Was he serious?

They knew that Li Qinglian's power was definitely sword intent, but sword intent stronger than Sword Douluo's—was that really serious?

Ning Rongrong heard it too. She blinked, then could not help tugging at her father's sleeve.

"Daddy, Grandpa Sword said that person is really amazing... What's his name?"

Ning Fengzhi lowered his head and looked at the curiosity in his daughter's eyes. He smiled softly and rubbed her head.

"His name is Li Qinglian."

"Remember that name."

"After today, I'm afraid the entire continent will remember it."

"Teacher, was that really sword intent? Can someone really comprehend sword intent at this age?"

Hu Liena stood behind Bibi Dong, her eyes filled with confusion.

If she counted as a genius, then what was Li Qinglian?

After Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er, another monster like this had appeared.

To be able to comprehend sword intent, with comprehension that defied the heavens—his future would surely reach the ranks of Super Douluo!

Li Qinglian was simply even more terrifying than Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er!

"I was still somewhat uncertain at first. But since Sword Douluo said so, then it must be true!"

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes were filled with strange brilliance.

It had been a very long time since anyone had made her feel this way.

Li Qinglian truly surpassed her expectations again and again.

"If someone like him can enter Spirit Hall, he will certainly become the Holy Son, and no one will object."

Bibi Dong spoke solemnly.

Although Hu Liena was the Holy Maiden, in truth, she could not convince everyone.

But with Li Qinglian, with strength like this, no one would object.

If she extended an olive branch to Li Qinglian...

At the same time, several Super Douluo from the Consecration Hall, as well as major powers such as the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, had all made the decision to win Li Qinglian over.

The match had not yet ended, but hidden currents were already surging.

Dai Tianyao stood frozen in place, his fingertips still holding the tremor from the moment that palm shadow had been cut apart by a single sword strike.

That severed lock of black hair drifted down by his feet. He lowered his head and glanced at it, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Then he laughed.

His smile looked a little savage.

"Good. Very good."

"A ten-year-old Soul Elder... Tianshui Team really hid you well."

He slowly raised his head, and a dense layer of white-gold light welled up in his eyes.

The White Tiger Martial Soul behind him suddenly swelled, its roar shaking the entire stage until it trembled faintly.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple—four soul rings lit up together, and the third purple ring erupted with dazzling light.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

Dai Tianyao's body expanded visibly, his muscles bulging like iron and stone. Black-and-white tiger stripes surfaced across his skin, and every strand of hair gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.

In that instant, his strength, defense, and soul power intensity nearly doubled. The stone slabs beneath his feet were stamped into two deep pits.

"Let's see what that sword of yours can cut through now!"

He charged in with a boom, every step like a true tiger sprinting across the arena. The dull thuds of his feet made the entire venue echo.

Li Qinglian did not retreat.

With a turn of his wrist, he held the Green Lotus Sword horizontally before his chest, the azure light on the blade growing even more solid.

Hiss!

The blade collided head-on with Dai Tianyao's fist, which was covered by the White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

This strike could not break through as easily as before. The sword tip stabbed into the surface of Dai Tianyao's fist, producing a grating clang of metal against metal as sparks scattered everywhere.

Only a shallow white mark appeared on Dai Tianyao's fist. It had not even broken the skin.

"Hahahaha!"

"So what if your Sword Intent is strong? Your cultivation is too low. You can't break my defense!"

His fists smashed down one after another, each punch carrying terrifying force enough to shatter a boulder. Wherever the wind from his fists swept, broken stones flew from the stage surface.

Li Qinglian's figure flashed repeatedly. The Green Lotus Sword blocked and parried, and every collision burst into a shower of sparks as he was forced back seven or eight steps in a row.

But Li Qinglian's expression never changed.

His sword was still steady, his breathing still even, and the clear light in his eyes was even purer than before.

"Not enough cultivation... can't break your defense?"

As Li Qinglian retreated, he murmured softly, and the corner of his mouth suddenly lifted slightly.

"Then take another look at this sword."

He abruptly planted his feet, the tip of one foot grinding a semicircle into the ground as he shed all his backward momentum.

Both hands gripped the hilt at the same time, lifting the Green Lotus Sword to the space between his brows, its tip pointing to the sky.

Dai Tianyao pursued him to the front, both fists blasting out together. Wrapped in the full force of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, they drove straight toward Li Qinglian's face.

And in that very instant—

Li Qinglian's gaze suddenly sharpened like an awl.

"Thousand Flowers Burying the Moon."

The azure sword radiance did not surge wildly. There were no flower shadows blotting out the sky. There was only an exquisitely condensed azure lotus phantom, the size of a fist, appearing at the tip of his sword. Its petals overlapped layer upon layer, each one as distinct as if it were real.

Then that azure lotus pushed forward.

It struck Dai Tianyao's fist with flawless precision.

Time seemed to stretch in that moment.

The smile had not yet faded from Dai Tianyao's face, but the sensation from his fingertips made him freeze instantly.

In the next moment, blood splashed.

The web between Dai Tianyao's thumb and forefinger on his right fist split open, and blood dripped down through his fingers. His whole body was sent flying backward by that Sword Intent condensed to the extreme, his feet plowing two deep furrows across the stage. He did not barely steady himself until he had retreated all the way to the edge of the field.

He lowered his head and looked at his right fist, which would not stop bleeding. The wild laughter on his face finally vanished completely.

"...Impossible."

He raised his head and looked at the boy across from him, only to find that Li Qinglian's sword hand was as steady as a boulder, while he himself... even his fist was trembling.

Dai Tianyao clenched his teeth.

He knew that on his own, he could no longer defeat this person.

"Zhuyue!"

He suddenly turned his head and growled toward the ink-dark figure that had been standing silently at the edge of the field.

Zhu Zhuyue, Dai Tianyao's fiancée. She did not speak, only nodded silently, her figure sweeping into the field like a wisp of black smoke to stand back-to-back with Dai Tianyao.

Their Martial Souls were released at the same time.