Chen Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through them. Having traveled the continent for many years, he had met countless people.
Yet this was the first time he had encountered someone like Ao Yin, who could face the killing intent of a Titled Douluo with such calm composure.
He murmured, "What a... hot-blooded young man."
The next moment, the sharpness in Chen Xin's eyes surged. He wanted to see whether this seemingly calm and steady youth truly possessed extraordinary resolve, or was merely putting on a brave front.
An incomparably chilling sword intent instantly gathered. It was the overwhelming sword intent of the Seven Kill Sword—sharp, domineering, and cold, as though it could flay someone alive and tear them apart inch by inch.
The night wind around them froze at once, and the entire space seemed to solidify beneath the pressure of the razor-sharp sword energy.
Any Soul Ancestor at level forty would have already been intimidated into kneeling and trembling, their mind shattered by this sword intent.
Yet before that terrifying killing intent capable of crushing one's very soul, Ao Yin remained where he stood, utterly unmoving.
The next moment, Ao Yin suddenly raised his hand!
His five fingers drew together, his palm as hard as iron, and he directly seized the Seven Kill Sword floating before his brow with his bare hand!
Smack!
His palm clamped tightly around the sharp blade!
Even with the ultimate protection of Dragon Claw Hand, the Seven Kill Sword's sharpness far exceeded imagination!
Riiip—!
The sharp edge instantly sliced open the flesh of his palm!
Scarlet blood immediately gushed out, slowly running down the blade and dripping to the ground!
The pain pierced to the bone, unbearable and heart-wrenching!
Yet Ao Yin's expression remained calm from beginning to end.