Golden Ranking's Sixth Place! Qian Daochen Is Invincible, Returning to Spirit Hall!

The other end of the Soul Arena.

Chen Xin lowered his head and looked at the Seven Killing Sword, covered in cracks.

He did not speak for a long time.

Thirty years ago, his father, Chen Jianjun, had once been defeated by Qian Daochen.

After that battle, Chen Jianjun had regarded Qian Daochen as the pinnacle of swordsmanship he could never surpass in his lifetime.

All these years, Chen Xin had never stopped cultivating.

He had originally believed that he at least possessed the right to stand before Qian Daochen and draw his sword.

Yet the outcome had not changed.

One sword strike.

It was still only one sword strike.

Chen Xin slowly raised his head.

"I lost."

Qian Daochen walked to the edge of the ravine.

He did not comfort Chen Xin.

If a swordsman could not endure even a single defeat, then he had no right to continue wielding a sword.

"All these years, you have only concerned yourself with chasing the sword intent I left behind."

"The more you learn, the less of your own sword remains."

Chen Xin stood frozen in place.

He recalled the God-Demon Twin Slashes that had descended just now.

That strike had seemed powerful, yet it bore traces of what Qian Daochen had left behind at every turn.

Qian Daochen looked at the Seven Killing Sword in his hand.

"The sword is yours."

"And the path should be one you walk yourself."

As his words fell,

Qian Daochen raised a finger.

A concentrated strand of sword intent flew from his fingertip and entered Chen Xin's brow.

Chen Xin's body trembled.

The complete trajectory of that sword strike immediately appeared in his mind.

From the opening stance to the falling blade.

From form to formlessness.

Every transformation was revealed with crystal clarity.

Chen Xin immediately closed his eyes.

The cracks on the Seven Killing Sword stopped spreading.

A sword intent different from before slowly rose from within him.

Qian Daochen turned and walked out of the Soul Arena.

"You watched over this sword for me for thirty years."

"I give you that sword strike from earlier."

"If you can comprehend it, you may advance even further."

Ning Fengzhi hurried forward.

"Senior, are you leaving?"

Qian Daochen sheathed his longsword.

"Someone is still waiting for me in Spirit City."

Ning Fengzhi wanted to persuade him to stay.

But the white-clad figure had already stepped into the air.

No soul rings appeared.

Nor was there any fluctuation of soul power.

Qian Daochen merely took a step forward and appeared outside the mountain gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

His second step fell.

His figure had already vanished into the distant clouds.

Ning Rongrong ran out of the Soul Arena.

She stood at the edge of the stone steps, her chin-length hair stirred by the mountain wind.

Her white short dress draped over her slender figure, while the jade pendant at her waist swayed gently.

"Wait for me!"

Qian Daochen did not stop.

Ning Rongrong could only watch as the white-clad figure disappeared completely.

She turned around and looked at Ning Fengzhi, who was still lost in thought.

"Dad."

"I don't want to go to Shrek Academy anymore."

Ning Fengzhi finally recovered from the shock of that sword strike.

"Why?"

Ning Rongrong pointed in the direction Qian Daochen had left.

"I want to cultivate under him."

"Even Sword Grandpa is so strong, yet he couldn't withstand a single strike from him."

"As long as he is willing to teach me, I'll definitely become a supreme powerhouse."

She recalled the sight of Qian Daochen wielding his sword, her eyes filled with admiration.

The matter of having her forehead flicked and being lectured in the street had already been pushed aside.

Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter, his face full of helplessness.

"Rongrong."

"It is not as though Senior Qian Daochen will accept you just because you want to follow him."

"Your father does not have the ability to make him agree to teach you either."

Ning Rongrong gave a soft snort.

"I'll go find him myself."

"Isn't he going to Spirit City?"

"I'll pack my things right now."

She turned to leave.

Ning Fengzhi raised his staff and blocked her path.

"You are not going anywhere."

"Senior Qian Daochen has a special identity."

"And you are not allowed to reveal what happened today to anyone."

Ning Rongrong stopped.

She clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward slightly.

Her fair face was full of curiosity.

"Dad, who exactly is he?"

"Both Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa call him Senior."

"He even knows the Snow Emperor, the Evil Emperor, and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King."

"Grandpa also said that he is from the Angel Clan."

Ning Fengzhi exchanged a glance with Gu Rong.

Gu Rong walked to the edge of the shattered Soul Arena and looked down at the bottomless ravine.

"He is a Douluo legend from thirty years ago."

"The strongest swordsman of the Angel Clan."

"Even Qian Daoliu must address him as elder brother when he sees him."

Ning Rongrong blinked.

"He's even stronger than Qian Daoliu?"

Gu Rong shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Don't ask me."

"I don't know how strong he truly is either."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Chen Xin, who was still comprehending the sword intent.

Had that sword strike advanced another half inch, Chen Xin's Seven Killing Sword martial soul would have shattered completely.

Qian Daochen's control over power had reached a level they could not comprehend.

"Uncle Bone."

"If that strike had fallen on you, could you have blocked it?"

Gu Rong turned to look at Ning Fengzhi.

"Me, blocking Qian Daochen?"

He raised a hand and pointed at the Soul Arena cleaved apart before them.

"That old sword bastard took that strike head-on and could at least still hold onto the Seven Killing Sword."

"If it were me, I'd have left my bones here."

'The continent's number-one defense' is merely a title given by outsiders."

"Before a swordsman like him, defense is not much different from a sheet of paper."

Ning Fengzhi fell silent.

He had originally wanted to comfort Chen Xin.

There was nothing shameful about losing to someone listed among the legends of Douluo.

Before he could approach, Chen Xin had already opened his eyes.

The damaged Seven Killing Sword reformed.

The aura surrounding the sword held a little less chaos than before the battle, and a little more purity.

Chen Xin looked in the direction Qian Daochen had departed.

"Fengzhi, there is no need to comfort me."

"I understand now."

"Senior was right."

"All these years, I have been walking his path."

"From today onward, I will cultivate only my own Seven Killing Sword."

Ning Fengzhi's face brightened with joy.

"Uncle Sword, are you confident you can advance further?"

Chen Xin looked at the Seven Killing Sword in his hand.

"The threshold has already loosened."

"Once I thoroughly comprehend the sword strike Senior left behind, I will be able to take that step."

Gu Rong patted Chen Xin on the shoulder.

"One beating, and you can break through."

"Old sword bastard, that beating was worth taking."

Chen Xin shot him a glance.

"You can go after Senior."

"Have him give you a sword strike too."

Gu Rong immediately withdrew his hand.

"Forget it."

Ning Rongrong stood nearby, her gaze fixed on the mountain gate.

She had completely forgotten that she had previously wanted Chen Xin to teach Qian Daochen a lesson.

Now, she only wanted to know just how many abilities Qian Daochen was still hiding.

Ning Fengzhi saw the look on his daughter's face and sighed softly.

"Rongrong."

"You must not tell anyone about what happened today."

"Especially about Senior Qian Daochen's strength."

Ning Rongrong nodded.

"I understand."

She agreed readily enough, but she had already begun making plans in her heart.

Qian Daochen was going to Spirit City.

As long as she left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ahead of time, she might be able to catch up with him.

At that moment,

the golden Heavenly Screen above the Soul Arena changed once more.

The image of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King receiving his reward slowly faded away.

Boundless golden light gathered toward the sixth position of the Supreme Ranking.

Ning Fengzhi and the others, who had been talking moments ago, all looked up.

The Heavenly Dao's proclamation descended.

[The Supreme Powerhouse Ranking review is about to continue!]

[Sixth place will soon be revealed!]