Qian Daochen VS Chen Xin! The Peak of Swordsmanship! The Qian Clan Patriarch!

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King opened its enormous jaws.

The Deep Sea Demon Halberd transformed into a streak of purple-black light and merged into its body.

"Divine artifact!"

"This king has a divine artifact too!"

The third pillar of light followed close behind.

Golden radiance fell upon its whale body.

Within the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, a bloodline that had lain dormant for countless years slowly awakened.

Its purple-blue scales began to fall away.

New dark-golden dragon scales grew from its flesh and blood.

Two curved dragon horns burst through the flesh on its forehead and extended backward.

Its massive whale tail split down the middle.

Scales covered it, gradually transforming it into a thick dragon tail.

Dragon claws stretched out from both sides of its whale body.

The tip of every claw radiated power enough to tear apart space.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King raised its head.

Its previously missing eye was reshaped by the golden bloodline.

Two dark-purple pupils opened at once.

Dragon might spread across the sea's surface.

All the sea soul beasts in the nearby waters lowered their heads.

Feeling the changes within its body, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's enormous form continuously shrank amid the golden light.

A moment later.

A tall man stood upon the sea.

Dark-purple hair cascaded behind him.

Two dark-golden dragon horns grew from his head, while fine dragon scales covered his cheeks and arms.

Purple-black battle armor encased his body, and he gripped the Deep Sea Demon Halberd in his hand.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King lowered his head and looked at his hands.

"Is this the Deep Sea Demon Dragon Whale bloodline?"

He raised the Deep Sea Demon Halberd and swung it forward.

The sea immediately split apart.

A ravine a thousand zhang deep stretched to the end of sight.

Seawater stood suspended on either side of the ravine, unable to close for a long time.

His immense soul power was still growing, and his Bloodline Reversion had yet to be fully completed.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King could feel it.

Once he fully absorbed all three rewards, no one beneath the gods would be able to contend with him.

"Poseidon."

"You spared this king's life back then because you wanted this king to become prey for your inheritors."

"This time, this king would like to see who becomes whose prey."

High above the heavens.

The scene of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King taking human form appeared before everyone across both continents.

Countless comments swept past one after another.

[Elephant Armor Sect Master Huyan Zhen: It actually transformed directly into a human!]

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen: Dragon horns, dragon scales, dragon claws—its bloodline has completely changed.]

[Duke of Netherworld of the Star Luo Empire: With one million four hundred thousand years of cultivation, plus a divine artifact and Divine-Level Dragon Bloodline, who can still fight it?]

[Sea Horse Douluo: The High Priest should be able to suppress it with the power of Sea God's Island.]

[Sword Douluo Chen Xin: Once it finishes absorbing the rewards, it should have no equal beneath the gods.]

[Unaffiliated Soul Emperor: A being like that is only ranked seventh?]

[Heaven Dou Empire Soul Master: Then what kind of existence will sixth place on the Supreme Ranking be?]

[Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan: Sixth place will be announced soon.]

[Clear Sky Sect Seventh Elder: Among the top six, there must be an expert from my Clear Sky Sect!]

The eyes of the entire continent once again fell upon the sixth position of the Supreme Ranking.

Seventh place was already a one-million-four-hundred-thousand-year soul beast that had undergone Bloodline Reversion.

The strength of the six ahead could only be greater.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Main reception hall.

Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup.

His gaze remained fixed on the Deep Sea Demon Whale King within the Heavenly Screen.

"Invincible beneath the gods."

"Can the rewards from the Heavenly Dao Ranking already create such an existence?"

Gu Rong sat to one side.

"The Deep Sea Demon Whale King already possessed a ninety-nine-percent divine body."

"Now that it has gained the Divine-Level Dragon Bloodline, it is likely only one final step away from becoming a true god."

Chen Xin did not respond.

He turned to look at Qian Daochen in the seat of honor.

Qian Daochen wore white robes, an ancient sword resting horizontally at his side.

He lifted his teacup, his expression utterly unchanged.

Chen Xin asked, "Senior, did you already know that the Deep Sea Demon Whale King possessed Dragon Clan bloodline?"

Qian Daochen took a sip of tea.

"I did."

Ning Fengzhi looked at him.

"Senior has been to the Sun Moon Continent, knows the Snow Emperor, and has also met the Deep Sea Demon Whale King."

"Just how many secrets of the continent do you know?"

Qian Daochen set down his teacup.

"There is nothing on Douluo Continent that I do not know."

The hall fell silent.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a glance.

Had anyone else said those words, they would have considered them arrogant.

But the speaker was Qian Daochen.

Thirty years ago, he had already traveled across both continents.

Even the secrets revealed by the rankings now had not surprised him in the slightest.

Qian Daochen rose to his feet.

"The tea was good."

"The hospitality was quite thorough as well."

"However, it is time for me to leave."

Ning Fengzhi stood as well.

"Why not stay in the sect a few more days, Senior?"

Qian Daochen picked up the ancient sword beside him.

"I have retrieved my sword. There is no reason for me to remain."

Chen Xin stepped forward.

"Please wait, Senior."

Qian Daochen looked at him.

"Is there something else?"

Chen Xin raised a hand and rested it on the hilt of the Seven Killing Sword.

"This junior has guarded the sword for thirty years, pondering its sword intent day and night."

"Now that Senior has finally returned, this junior wishes to ask for a few pointers."

Anticipation appeared in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

Among the Titled Douluo of Douluo Continent, Chen Xin was more than qualified to rank among the best.

Though Qian Daochen was his senior, he had vanished for thirty years.

If the two truly fought, the gap between them might not be impossible to measure.

Gu Rong crossed his arms.

"That old swordsman has cultivated bitterly for thirty years just for this day."

"If Senior does not grant his wish, he probably will not be able to sleep peacefully afterward."

Ning Rongrong stood at the entrance of the hall.

When she heard that Chen Xin wished to spar with Qian Daochen, she immediately ran inside.

Her white short dress swayed lightly with her steps.

She came to Ning Fengzhi's side and waved her fist at Qian Daochen.

"You should agree."

"Once you get to the Soul Fighting Arena, you will see just how formidable Grandpa Sword is."

Qian Daochen raised a brow.

"You really want Chen Xin to defeat me?"

Ning Rongrong lifted her pretty face.

"Grandpa Sword will definitely win."

Qian Daochen looked at Chen Xin.

Thirty years ago, Chen Xin could only chase after the sword intent he had left behind.

Now that he dared to propose a spar on his own initiative, he had gained some of the confidence a swordsman should possess.

For the sake of the thirty years Chen Xin had spent guarding his sword, giving him a few pointers would do no harm.

"Fine."

"I will give you one chance to draw your sword."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inner Soul Fighting Arena.

Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Ning Rongrong stood outside the arena.

A large number of sect disciples were kept far away.

At the center.

Chen Xin wore white robes, his silver hair moving with the wind.

His rank ninety-six soul power erupted without restraint.

Boom!

The entire Soul Fighting Arena shook violently.

The Seven Killing Sword appeared in Chen Xin's hand.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine soul rings rose one after another.

The pressure of a Titled Douluo blanketed the surroundings.

Sword energy shot into the heavens.

Sword marks appeared one after another on the stone pillars around the Soul Fighting Arena.

Chen Xin raised the Seven Killing Sword.

All nine soul rings shone at once.

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically.

"Uncle Sword is using his full strength from the very beginning?"

Gu Rong lowered his arms from before his chest as well.

"That old swordsman is serious?"

Qian Daochen stood at the other end of the Soul Fighting Arena.

He did not release his martial soul, nor did his ancient sword leave its sheath.

Chen Xin gripped the hilt with both hands.

The Seven Killing Sword pointed directly at Qian Daochen.

"Senior."

"This sword is called—the Seven Killing Sword."