Chen Xin's heart sank.
He swiftly assessed the situation before him.
Light Feather Douluo was a level ninety-six Super Douluo, and his ice arrows were viciously insidious.
Ci Xue's Soul Power fluctuated at level ninety-four, while She Long's was at level ninety-five—another Super Douluo.
Then there was Qian Sha Yu, who made even Chen Xin sense danger.
The four of them together, backed by more than ten thousand heavily armored soldiers.
There was no chance of surviving today!
No matter how sharp his Seven Kill Sword was, he could never survive an assault like this.
Worse, the moment he moved, Spirit Hall would slaughter every child in the secret passage behind him.
Today would likely be his end.
Just as Chen Xin prepared to burn his life away in one final battle, Qian Sha Yu raised a hand.
"You three, stand down."
Guang Ling, She Long, and Ci Xue froze.
But they obediently withdrew their auras and retreated several dozen meters.
Chen Xin's sword hand faltered. Utter astonishment flashed through his eyes.
Qian Sha Yu drifted down from the air and landed lightly on the white jade plaza.
He walked toward Chen Xin without a trace of caution, stopping no more than ten paces away.
"The big fish have all escaped. Ganging up on you would hardly be worth the trouble."
Qian Sha Yu looked at Chen Xin and said calmly, "Chen Xin, they call you the greatest swordsman on the continent. With the combat strength of a level ninety-seven Soul Master, you're among the finest in the Soul Master World."
"Dying in a mob attack would be a miserable, undignified end."
He casually rolled his wrist, gathering dark red Soul Power in his palm.
"I'll give the greatest swordsman a fair chance—and a dignified death."
"You and I fight