A Hand Severed by the Immortal Slaying Sword

Chapter 7: A Hand Severed by the Immortal Slaying Sword

"All Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples, retreat."

With a single order from Ning Fengzhi, all disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect withdrew from Shrek Academy.

If they stayed here, death was their only fate.

"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Pagoda Appears. Seven Treasures have their names: first, Strength.

Second, Speed.

Third, Soul.

Fourth, Defense.

Fifth, Attack.

Sixth, Enhancement.

Seventh, Seven Treasures True Body!"

Ning Fengzhi directly stacked every enhancement onto Chen Xin.

Only Chen Xin could fight Chen Ping'an.

"Eighth Soul Skill—Seven Kill Thunder Rise, One Sword Shatters the Sky!"

Chen Xin's Martial Soul Avatar manifested four arms, each holding a sword.

Light suddenly flashed from the swords as four streaks of sword qi slashed toward Chen Ping'an.

"Second Soul Skill—Sword Shadow Diffraction!"

Chen Ping'an sneered. The Immortal Slaying Sword instantly transformed into countless sword shadows, each possessing eighty percent of the Immortal Slaying Sword's original power.

A total of ninety-nine sword shadows formed a dense net as they descended upon Chen Xin.

The Immortal Slaying Sword shadows collided with the Seven Kill Sword qi with a thunderous boom. The two forces churned violently between heaven and earth, while endless, ferocious shockwaves swept outward.

The entire Shrek Academy shook.

Many of the surrounding buildings collapsed from the tremors.

The terrifying sword qi sent Chen Xin flying several meters before he finally steadied himself.

Chen Ping'an, on the other hand, remained standing where he was, completely unaffected.

"So this is the power of a 300,000 Year Soul Ring? It truly is formidable!"

Chen Xin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze turning even sharper.

With such a terrifying soul ring configuration, even a Peerless Douluo would find it difficult to defeat Chen Ping'an.

Ning Fengzhi asked worriedly, "Sword Uncle, are you all right?"

Chen Ping'an's strength had already surpassed his imagination. He had used his Second Soul Skill to withstand Chen Xin's Eighth Soul Skill head-on, yet still managed to injure Chen Xin.

If they had not provoked him from the start, they might even have been able to recruit him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. But it was too late now.

"Your strength can probably only be matched by that person from Spirit Hall."

Chen Xin sighed, then said to Gu Rong, "Protect Fengzhi and Rong Rong."

Hearing this, Gu Rong understood Chen Xin's intentions.

"Osmanthus trees stretch a hundred li in youthful splendor,

Partridges cry beside the cool shade of noon.

At Yanping Ford, peaks rise sharp as blades,

When the sword departs, sky and water stretch on forever."

After Chen Xin finished reciting the poem, white killing intent shone from his eyes.

A circular formation formed above his Martial Soul Avatar, and from its center, a longsword tore through the air.

At that moment, his Martial Soul Avatar became crimson on one side and azure-blue on the other.

"Ninth Soul Skill—God and Demon Two Slashes!"

The Martial Soul Avatar seized the sword flying through the air.

"Go!"

At Chen Xin's command, it slashed toward Chen Ping'an.

"Oh? Is this Sword Douluo's strongest attack?"

Chen Ping'an looked at the Martial Soul Avatar, half crimson and half azure-blue.

His interest was piqued as well.

"Since they are both swords, let me see just how weak you are."

"Ninth Soul Skill—Immortal Slaying!"

The moment Chen Ping'an unleashed his Ninth Soul Skill, a gigantic sword appeared in the sky. Its blade shimmered with dazzling radiance, as though it could tear apart the heavens themselves, exuding endless majesty.

Its might far surpassed Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword.

It was an absolute crushing advantage.

"Go!"

The two massive swords collided in midair.

In an instant, soul power fluctuations erupted like a volcanic explosion, as if they were about to tear the entire space apart. Everything around them shook violently without end.

The entire Shrek Academy was leveled to the ground.

Everyone nearby felt that overwhelming pressure. Their faces turned pale, their breathing grew difficult, and they nearly suffocated.

Even Bone Douluo, who was defending from the rear, was greatly affected, blood spilling directly from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Xin's face turned deathly pale, and deep despair filled his eyes.

He knew clearly that the gap between his strength and Chen Ping'an's was far too great. He simply could not contend with him.

However, just as Chen Xin felt as though he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, the Immortal Slaying Sword clenched in Chen Ping'an's hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!

This mysterious and powerful force was like an unleashed wild horse, smashing through the defense Chen Xin had painstakingly constructed with overwhelming force!

Chen Xin spat blood and was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut. He flew dozens of meters before crashing miserably to the ground with a dull boom.

At the same time.

An arm fell from the sky.

It was Chen Xin's right arm, which he had severed to save his own life.

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence. Chen Xin's right hand was destined to be severed!"

I just wonder whether Chen Xin's soul power rose by a level.

"Sword Uncle!"

Ning Fengzhi hurried to Chen Xin's side and helped him up.

"Too strong. He should be eighteen years old, and his soul power is only rank ninety. But both his soul rings and Martial Soul are the strongest in existence. Even a rank ninety-nine Titled Douluo might not be his opponent."

From that last sword strike, Chen Xin had sensed that Chen Ping'an possessed only rank ninety soul power. Yet that rank ninety soul power had beaten him like a stray dog.

"What? Eighteen years old! Rank ninety! Nine 300,000 Year Soul Rings!"

Ning Fengzhi's mind buzzed.

It all felt like a dream. How could such a heaven-defying person possibly exist in this world?

And even if one did, how could he possibly possess nine 300,000 Year Soul Rings?

"Have Old Bones take you and Rong Rong away first. I'll hold him off. Otherwise, all of us will be buried here today."

Chen Xin pushed Ning Fengzhi away.

He knew that someone had to die today to preserve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Otherwise, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be erased from the continent.

"No. If we leave, we leave together."

This was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's greatest combat strength. If he died here today, the sect's overall strength would plummet.

"You want to leave?"

Chen Ping'an gave a sinister laugh.

"Sixth Soul Skill—Sword Breaking Void!"

Countless swords tore through the void.

Bone Douluo knew that no one present was a match for Chen Ping'an.

So he grabbed Chen Xin.

"Eighth Soul Skill—Space Gate!"

At the instant Bone Douluo pulled the three of them into the Space Gate, Chen Ping'an's Immortal Slaying Sword followed them inside.

Chen Ping'an knew Bone Douluo would definitely use his Eighth Soul Skill, which was why he had used the Sixth Soul Skill, Sword Breaking Void. So what if they fled into the Space Gate?

He could still severely injure them.

Not only that, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples nearby who had not yet managed to escape were also instantly killed by Chen Ping'an's Sixth Soul Skill.

This time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had suffered devastating losses.

After Ning Fengzhi and the others returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, two terrifying streaks of sword qi followed close behind.

Though they had been somewhat weakened by spatial transmission, they could still severely injure a Titled Douluo below rank ninety-five.

Gu Rong, who had originally suffered only minor injuries, took those two streaks of sword qi.

His entire body became weak to the extreme.