Howling Celestial Dog!

"First Soul Skill, Long Sword Reveals Its Edge!"

"Sixth Soul Skill, Myriad Swords Return to the Origin!"

Chen Xin unleashed two more soul skills in rapid succession.

Countless streaks of sword qi erupted from the Seven Kill Sword, filling the sky in a dense, torrential downpour as they rained down upon Yang Jian.

Every streak of sword qi was enough to pierce steel.

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened. He returned the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber to its normal size, gripped it with both hands, and charged into the rain of sword qi.

The Eight-Nine Mysteries circulated at full force.

A faint golden sheen emerged over his body, and his skin became as hard as iron.

The sword qi struck him, leaving bloody marks, yet could not penetrate deeply.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth through the agonizing pain and swung the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber, cleaving apart the incoming sword qi one by one.

But there was simply too much sword qi.

Too much to cut through it all.

One streak slashed across his shoulder, sending a spray of blood mist into the air.

Another pierced through his ribs, leaving behind a deep wound.

Yet another cut across his thigh, instantly staining his trouser leg red with blood.

Yang Jian was drenched in blood, his body covered in sword wounds, yet his steps never stopped, and the saber in his hands was never lowered.

He chose to trade injury for injury.

Whenever sword qi landed on him, he would rush before Chen Xin and return the favor with a slash.

Chen Xin frowned, forced to divert his attention to defense.

He had never seen such a fighting style before.

Regardless of cost, regardless of consequences, as if that body did not belong to him and could be squandered at will.

The battle continued for a full ten minutes.

Chen Xin took the initiative to widen the distance, hovering in midair as he stared at the blood-soaked youth still standing firmly below. He was completely stunned.

His Seven Kill Sword was hailed as the strongest offensive martial soul under heaven.

He was a level ninety-five Titled Douluo.

Yet, fighting with his full strength, he still could not kill a mere Soul King?

How was that possible?

Chen Xin's gaze fell upon Yang Jian as he carefully examined the other's scarred body.

Every one of those sword wounds should have been fatal, yet this youth looked as though nothing had happened, as if the wounds did not exist at all.

"This brat's physical strength..."

Chen Xin furrowed his brows.

Yang Jian did not seem human at all.

He could reach such a level at only level fifty.

If he were allowed to cultivate until he became a Titled Douluo, would he not be invincible beneath the heavens?

No!

He had to be killed today!

Otherwise, there would be endless trouble in the future!

Chen Xin's eyes became incomparably resolute, his killing intent so dense it had practically taken form.

"Boy." His voice was like a death sentence. "It is your honor to die beneath this move of mine."

"Self-Created Soul Skill, Man and Sword as One!"

His body completely fused with the Seven Kill Sword, turning into a massive sword several meters long that hovered in the air and radiated sword qi capable of destroying heaven and earth.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Twin Slashes of Gods and Demons!"

The great sword trembled and split into two.

One was pitch-black, radiating an evil aura.

The other was snow-white, radiating holy light.

The black and white swords spun in tandem, forming a huge vortex of sword qi that sucked the air dry within several hundred meters.

The heavens and earth changed color.

Wind and clouds surged in reverse.

On the distant battlefield, Yue Guan had already been forced into retreat by Gu Rong. Blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his robes were tattered beyond recognition.

He suddenly sensed an oppressive soul power fluctuation and whipped his head around, only to see Chen Xin's ninth soul skill taking shape.

"Damn it!"

Yue Guan's face changed drastically. He turned and tried to rush toward Yang Jian.

"Your opponent is me."

Gu Rong's figure blocked his way. With a sweep of his bone claw, he forced Yue Guan back.

"Even I wouldn't dare take that old sword bastard's Twin Slashes of Gods and Demons head-on." Gu Rong sneered as he looked at the world-destroying vortex of sword qi in the distance. "That brat is definitely dead."

"And you can forget about leaving here alive today."

Though he said that, Gu Rong was also shocked to the extreme.

No one knew better than him just how strong Chen Xin was.

He had thought Chen Xin would swiftly end the battle.

He had never expected Yang Jian to force him into using his ninth soul skill.

That brat named Yang Jian was far more troublesome than anticipated.

If he was not killed today, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be in danger.

However...

Gu Rong looked at the fully formed vortex of sword qi, and his heart settled somewhat.

The power of Chen Xin's ninth soul skill was enough to destroy heaven and earth.

Not to mention a level fifty Soul King—even a level ninety-five Titled Douluo who took this attack head-on would be lucky not to die, let alone escape without being severely injured.

Yang Jian was certainly doomed.

On the ground, Yang Jian looked at the vortex of sword qi in the sky, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.

Chen Xin's ninth soul skill was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

In his current state, if he took this attack head-on, there was no chance he would survive.

"Looks like..." Yang Jian spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his gaze turning cold. "I have no choice but to use my trump card."

"Howling Celestial Dog!"

White light surged.

A short-haired white dog appeared at his feet.

It was not large and looked no different from an ordinary dog, but its eyes were fixed fiercely on Chen Xin in the sky, filled with rage and killing intent.

Though it had remained inside Yang Jian's body, it knew everything that had happened outside.

That old bastard actually dared to injure its master like this.

He truly deserved to die!

"Hm?"

Chen Xin lowered his head and glanced at the white dog, his brows knitting slightly.

Twin martial souls?

Yang Jian actually possessed twin martial souls like Bibi Dong?

That had caught him completely off guard.

But...

It was merely a beast martial soul that had left its host's body, and it did not even possess a single soul ring. What threat could it possibly pose?

Nothing to fear.

"Boy." Chen Xin's voice came from within the vortex of sword qi, cold and indifferent. "In your next life, remember to be born into a better family. Do not join Spirit Hall."

"Twin Slashes of Gods and Demons, slash!"

The black and white swords crossed as they slashed down, sweeping toward Yang Jian with the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Before the swords even arrived, the ground had already been torn apart by their sword qi.

The gale howled, sand and stones flew, and everything within several hundred meters was shredded to pieces by the sword qi.

Yang Jian stood where he was, utterly unmoving.

"Howling Celestial Dog."

"Understood, Master!"

The Howling Celestial Dog threw back its head and let out a sky-shaking howl.

Its body abruptly expanded in that instant—three meters, ten meters, thirty meters, fifty meters!

In the blink of an eye, a colossal beast dozens of meters tall appeared between heaven and earth.

It was no longer that short-haired white dog, but a majestic and extraordinary beast.

Its entire body was covered in silver-white fur that gleamed with a metallic luster beneath the sunlight.

Its limbs were as thick as pillars, its claws as sharp as blades, and its eyes were like two bright moons, radiating a soul-stirring light.

It opened its jaws wide and pounced toward the Twin Slashes of Gods and Demons.

"Boom—!"

A world-shaking explosion rang out.

The black and white sword qi collided with the Howling Celestial Dog, erupting in a blinding light.

The world turned white, and nothing could be seen.

A terrifying shockwave spread in every direction, destroying every tree for miles around.

The ground was overturned layer after layer, while shattered stones and dirt were swept into the sky by the blast, blotting out the sun.