Qian Daochen: Sword, Come! Chen Xin Was Shocked—I Lost!

Chen Xin's words fell.

The Seven Killing Sword suddenly rose high.

Nine soul rings shone at the same time.

Surging soul power poured into the blade, its sharp edge soaring into the heavens.

The clouds above the Soul Fighting Arena were split down the middle by sword qi.

Fine cracks spread across the ground.

The surrounding stone pillars shattered one after another.

The scepter in Ning Fengzhi's hand lit up.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda floated above his palm, and seven-colored light immediately fell upon Chen Xin.

"Seven Treasures Have Names."

"First: Strength."

"Second: Speed."

"Third: Soul."

Under the three enhancements, the Seven Killing Sword swelled once more.

Chen Xin had pushed the soul power of a level ninety-six Titled Douluo to its limit.

Gu Rong stood at the edge of the Soul Fighting Arena, the space before him folding layer upon layer.

He was ready at any moment to protect Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded as well.

She had never seen Chen Xin draw his sword with all his strength.

The mere pressure of the sword, before it had even fallen, was enough to make the entire Soul Fighting Arena tremble.

"Grandpa Sword will definitely win."

Ning Rongrong looked at Qian Daochen across from them.

Qian Daochen still stood where he was.

His white robes fluttered gently in the wind.

His handsome face was calm and composed, and his entire bearing was as refreshing as a spring breeze.

He had not even released his soul power.

Qian Daochen looked at Chen Xin, whose aura had risen to its peak, and nodded lightly.

"It seems that over these thirty years, you have indeed gained some insight."

Chen Xin did not lose focus because of that assessment.

He gripped the Seven Killing Sword with both hands, his gaze fixed on Qian Daochen.

Facing the swordsman he had pursued for thirty years, he did not dare hold back in the slightest.

"Senior."

"Please enlighten me."

Qian Daochen raised his right hand.

"Still, you are far too weak."

Behind the great hall.

Deep within the back mountain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inside a secret chamber sealed by sword qi, the ancient sword Qian Daochen had just returned to its sword stand suddenly began to shake violently.

The sword was covered in rust.

Its scabbard had long since rotted away.

For thirty years, no matter how Chen Xin tried, the sword had never left the sword stand by even half an inch.

Yet now, it rose into the air by itself.

Its tip pointed toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

A sword cry rang throughout the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Qian Daochen slowly spread his five fingers.

"Sword, come."

Boom!

The stone door of the secret chamber was blasted open on the spot.

The rusty sword turned into a streak of light and shot through the back mountain.

The grass and trees along its path bowed away to either side.

The sect-protecting formation above the sect activated on its own, yet it did not stop that streak of sword light.

In only a few breaths, the rusty sword crossed several mountain peaks and arrived above the Soul Fighting Arena.

The longsword turned lightly before dropping into Qian Daochen's hand.

Ning Rongrong clearly saw the sword's appearance, and her glazed eyes widened further.

"This is the sword you left in the back mountain for thirty years?"

"Why is it covered in rust?"

Gu Rong frowned as well.

That sword looked utterly ordinary.

Its blade was covered in mottled rust, with even several chips along the edge.

If it were placed in an ordinary blacksmith's shop, it would probably be discarded as scrap metal.

Ning Fengzhi looked toward Chen Xin.

"Uncle Sword?"

Chen Xin did not respond.

Others saw only a rust-covered, ruined sword.

What he saw was an insurmountable mountain on the path of the sword.

The instant the rusty sword fell into Qian Daochen's hand, Chen Xin felt an unfathomably deep aura.

The aura he had been able to sense before vanished completely.

Soul power, martial soul, soul rings—he could sense none of them.

Yet the more it was like this, the less Chen Xin dared to strike.

A man clearly stood before him.

Yet his sword intent could not find a single place to fall.

Sweat seeped across Chen Xin's forehead.

The Seven Killing Sword began to hum softly.

It was not excitement.

It was the instinctive awe of a martial soul.

Qian Daochen lowered his head and looked at the longsword in his hand.

His fingers gently brushed across the mottled blade.

"It has been a long time."

The longsword suddenly lit up.

The rust that had accumulated for thirty years peeled away layer by layer.

Before the rust flakes could reach the ground, sword qi turned them into dust.

The originally damaged blade revealed itself once more.

Its blade was as white as jade.

A golden sword pattern extended from the hilt to the tip.

Along both sides of the blade's ridge, the sun, moon, and stars lit up in sequence.

Peerless radiance illuminated the Soul Fighting Arena.

Qian Daochen stood amid the sword light, his black hair and white robes rising together.

Ning Rongrong instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes.

She looked into the arena through the gaps between her fingers, unable to say another word.

This longsword was now completely different from before.

Cracks began to appear in the space before Gu Rong.

His expression changed, and he immediately unleashed his martial soul true body.

The enormous phantom of the Bone Dragon enveloped Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.

"Fengzhi, fall back."

"This sword is dangerous."

Ning Fengzhi tightened his grip on his scepter.

"The power released by the blade alone can affect space?"

Chen Xin stood in the center of the Soul Fighting Arena, enduring even greater pressure.

He finally understood.

Over these thirty years, the sword intent he had comprehended from the ancient sword was merely a trace casually left behind by Qian Daochen.

Yet even that trace had benefited him until now.

Chen Xin took a deep breath.

There was no way to retreat.

Nor was he willing to retreat.

The Seven Killing Sword swept through the sky.

The light of all nine soul rings completely fused into the blade.

"Ninth soul skill!"

"God-Demon Twin Slashes!"

A massive phantom of the Seven Killing Sword descended from the heavens.

Wherever the sword phantom passed, all air was forced aside.

The Soul Fighting Arena's protective formation had only just lit up when the force crushed it into continuous distortion.

Qian Daochen raised his eyes.

He did not use soul rings.

Nor did he unleash a soul skill.

The longsword in his hand extended forward.

This sword strike was very slow.

Everyone present could clearly see the trajectory of its edge.

Yet Chen Xin could not avoid it.

The phantom of the Seven Killing Sword met the pure white blade.

There was no violent collision.

Nor was there an explosion of soul power.

The Seven Killing Sword phantom, containing all of Chen Xin's strength, split directly down the middle.

The sword light continued onward.

The Seven Killing Sword martial soul let out a mournful cry.

The webs between Chen Xin's thumbs and forefingers split open, and his entire body staggered backward.

One step.

Two steps.

Ten steps.

With every step back, the ground beneath his feet collapsed downward.

Only when he reached the edge of the Soul Fighting Arena did Chen Xin barely manage to stop.

The Seven Killing Sword in his hand was covered in cracks.

Its tip hung low.

A strand of silver-white hair drifted past his eyes and fell to the ground.

The sword light passed Chen Xin and slashed toward the rear of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Boom!

The entire Soul Fighting Arena split into two halves from the center.

A straight ravine tore open across the ground.

The ravine ran through an area several hundred zhang long before finally stopping before a distant mountain wall.

The next moment.

The mountain wall slowly slid apart to either side.

The cut was smooth as a mirror.

Qian Daochen sheathed his sword and stood tall.

From beginning to end, his feet had not moved.

The Soul Fighting Arena fell silent.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the arena split in two before him, his back already soaked with sweat.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's internal Soul Fighting Arena was capable of withstanding a battle between Titled Douluo.

Yet now, it could not even withstand Qian Daochen's casual sword strike.

Sweat ran down Gu Rong's face as well.

Dense sword marks had appeared across the spatial barrier enveloping the three of them.

That sword light had not been aimed at them.

The residual force from the blast alone had nearly pierced through his defenses.

"This strength..."

Ning Fengzhi's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Isn't it too terrifying?"

Ning Rongrong stood behind the two of them.

She still had one hand raised, shielding herself from the sword light.

Qian Daochen's white-clad figure was clearly reflected in her glazed eyes.

Grandpa Sword had lost.

A level ninety-six Sword Douluo, even after receiving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's threefold enhancement, had still failed to withstand a single strike from Qian Daochen.

She recalled the things she had said along the way, and her fair face gradually reddened.

Qian Daochen had said that the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was merely a big fish.

Yet she had always thought he was bragging.

Now, it seemed...

Qian Daochen might truly have been qualified to judge a million-year soul beast that way.