The First Sword Douluo: Level-96 Chen Xun VS Level-99 Qian Daoliu? Jia Lin: Isn't This Suicide?

"Something's wrong."

Chen Xin's voice was low, and the burning excitement in his eyes instantly cooled.

Gu Rong froze, then asked in surprise,

"What is it?

Old man, did happiness scramble your brain?"

Chen Xin stared fixedly at the Ranking Screen and said in a deep voice,

"Have you forgotten Tang Hao just now?

Before handing out rewards... the Ranking Screen exposes the ranked person's entire life and past before the whole continent, without holding anything back!"

The smile on Ning Fengzhi's lips immediately froze.

Gu Rong's expression also turned strange as he muttered under his breath,

"So that means all those old secrets you've buried in your heart will be watched by the entire continent?"

Chen Xin gave a self-mocking smile and shook his head helplessly.

"I have devoted my life to the sword and have always acted openly and honorably. There is nothing I cannot tell others.

It is only that some old grudges involving the previous generation will likely no longer remain hidden."

Rumble—!

As if confirming Chen Xin's words, the Ranking Screen began shaking violently once more.

The phantom of the wholly azure Seven Kill Sword on the Ranking Screen gradually faded away, replaced by an incomparably grand and magnificent scene.

It was a colossal city built against the mountains, towering and winding across the landscape.

Sunlight fell upon the enormous Six-Winged Angel statue at the heart of the city, reflecting a holy yet icy radiance.

"That is... Wuhun City?!"

Ning Fengzhi's pupils suddenly contracted as he cried out in shock.

Not only the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but Soul Masters across the entire Douluo Continent held their breath at that moment.

"Why is the Ranking Screen showing Wuhun City?"

"Could Sword Douluo Chen Xin's past have a deeply rooted connection with Wuhun Hall?"

Before the Papal Hall, Bibi Dong's eyes became incomparably sinister as she watched the aerial view of Wuhun City displayed on the Ranking Screen.

Inside the Consecration Hall.

Qian Daoliu watched the Ranking Screen, and a faint change appeared on his formerly calm face.

He murmured,

"Wuhun City... it seems that battle is about to be shown."

Looking at the Wuhun City emerging on the Ranking Screen, the Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes flashed with nostalgia and melancholy.

"Big Brother, Chen Xun truly was an extraordinarily gifted man back then.

If he had not insisted on challenging you, with his talent, he might have cultivated to Level 98 by now, perhaps even higher."

Qianjun Douluo, standing nearby, also sighed in agreement.

"Indeed. Back then, with the soul power of a Level-97 Super Douluo, he forced Big Brother to get serious through the peerless sharpness of the Seven Kill Sword.

That Seven Kill Sword truly deserved its title as the continent's number one offensive Martial Soul."

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back and gently closed his eyes.

"Chen Xun was sincere to the sword throughout his life. Challenging me was the only way for him to break through the bottleneck of his sword path.

Though he was defeated and died, he died for what he sought.

It is only a pity for the Seven Kill Sword Lineage. After him, no one ever broke through Level 97 again."

At that moment, the image on the Ranking Screen suddenly shifted.

The grand backdrop of Wuhun City gradually zoomed in, settling atop a solitary peak outside the city.

A fierce wind howled as the sea of clouds churned.

In the scene, a still-young and high-spirited Chen Xin clenched his fists tightly.

He stared at the tall, imposing figure before him and called out hoarsely,

"Father!

Are you really going?

Qian Daoliu is a Level-99 Peerless Douluo, the very embodiment of invincibility in the sky!"

Standing before him was an elderly man, gaunt in build yet straight as a sword.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back. An azure Seven Kill Sword flickered in and out of sight in the air, exuding a suffocatingly fierce sword intent.

A line of text appeared on the Ranking Screen at just the right moment:

[Previous-generation Sword Douluo: Chen Xun, Level-97 Super Douluo!]

Chen Xun did not turn around. He merely spoke a single sentence indifferently.

"Xin'er, we sword cultivators would rather break than bend.

I have been trapped at Level 97 for more than ten years. Without a battle of life and death, my sword path will find no further progress in this lifetime.

Today's battle has nothing to do with grudges. It is solely for the sword path."

As his words fell, Chen Xun formed a sword seal with his right hand, and the Seven Kill Sword beneath his feet instantly erupted with dazzling blue light.

"Watch closely. This is the sword of our Chen Clan!"

Boom!

Accompanied by a clear sword cry, Chen Xun soared into the sky on his sword.

He transformed into a blue streak of light that tore through the heavens, shooting without hesitation toward Wuhun City.

In the scene, the young Chen Xin helplessly reached out, yet he could only watch as his father's figure vanished into the clouds filling the sky.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, council hall.

As Chen Xin watched that familiar yet unfamiliar aged figure on the Ranking Screen,

his breathing instantly became incomparably rapid, and tears faintly shimmered in his eyes.

"Father..."

Gu Rong put away his usual irreverence and solemnly patted Chen Xin on the shoulder.

"Old swordsman, was this the battle when your father challenged Qian Daoliu?

No wonder you were always unwilling to speak of it."

Ning Fengzhi was equally stunned as he murmured softly,

"So Sword Uncle's father, Senior Chen Xun, had already reached the realm of a Level-97 Super Douluo back then...

And his opponent was actually Wuhun Hall's legendary Grand Consecrator, the Level-99 Peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu!"

Shrek Academy.

"Level-99 Peerless Douluo..."

Tang San stared fixedly at the Ranking Screen, his hands hidden inside his sleeves trembling uncontrollably.

"Teacher, do Level-99 Soul Masters truly exist in this world?

Wouldn't that put them only one step away from becoming gods?"

Yu Xiaogang sighed, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"Indeed.

Qian Daoliu, the Grand Consecrator of Wuhun Hall, was a peerless powerhouse as famous as Tang Chen, the former sect master of the Clear Sky Sect.

Sword Douluo's father was powerful, but before Level 99, the qualitative difference in soul power was simply impossible to overcome."

(Although Yu Xiaogang knew neither this nor that in the original work, as the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, not much time had passed between his youth and the era of Chen Xun, Qian Daoliu, and Tang Chen.

Yu Xiaogang later went to Wuhun City as well, so logically speaking, he should have known this information.)

Ning Rongrong had already become so anxious that she burst into tears, clutching Oscar's sleeve.

"How could this be... Sword Grandpa's father actually died at the hands of Wuhun Hall?

Then Sword Grandpa..."

Sunset Forest.

Jia Lin looked at the blue streak of light flying away on the Ranking Screen, visibly moved.

"Dad, that old man knew he was going to die, so why did he still go?

Isn't that foolish?"

Lan Yu gently shook his head, his tone calm.

"It was not foolishness. It was purity.

At the realm of Level 97, ordinary cultivation had already become meaningless.

What he needed was the terrifying pressure between life and death to force his sword path to transform.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent."

On the Ranking Screen, the scene suddenly began to distort violently.

Ten thousand meters above Wuhun City, the winds and clouds changed color.

Golden light instantly tore through the dark clouds, and Qian Daoliu stood quietly in the void.

Behind him, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul radiated endless holy pressure.

"Chen Xun, you have crossed the line."

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm and cold.

"Hahaha!

Qian Daoliu, I have come today not for grudges, but only to seek defeat!"

In the scene, Chen Xun laughed wildly as his ninth soul ring beneath his feet lit up instantly.