Angel's Breath! Chen Xun Falls, Future Revealed: Soul Hunt Operation?

"Ninth Soul Skill, Demon-God Severing Slash!"

In that instant, it seemed as though the heavens and earth contained nothing but that hundred-meter greatsword, which cleaved viciously toward Qian Daoliu with the resolve to tear through space itself.

"Since you have given it your all, I cannot afford to underestimate you either."

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angel's Breath!"

Boom—!

Golden waves of light collided fiercely with blue-black sword energy in midair.

After only a brief stalemate, the Seven Kill Sword, condensed with the full power of a level 97 Super Douluo,

was washed apart inch by inch beneath the golden waves.

Pfft!

Chen Xun spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body plummeting like a bird with broken wings.

The scene shifted.

Under the lingering glow of the setting sun, the young Chen Xin finally found his father, barely clinging to life in the wilderness.

"Father!

Father, hold on! I'll take you to find a healing-type Soul Master right away!"

Tears covered the young Chen Xin's face as he desperately tried to help Chen Xun up.

Yet Chen Xun seized Chen Xin's wrist tightly, his nails nearly digging into flesh. His unfocused eyes stared fixedly at Chen Xin.

"Don't go! Xin'er... listen.

I accept my defeat in this battle wholeheartedly.

Qian Daoliu... did not strike to kill. My own sword intent backfired, and my heart meridians have already ruptured."

"Father..."

"Remember!

Do not avenge me. You are no match for him.

The Seven Kill Sword Lineage would rather break than bend, but its legacy must never be severed!

Walk your own path of the sword. One day... you must make the Seven Kill Sword truly renowned across the continent!"

As his words fell, Chen Xun's hand dropped limply, and his eyes slowly closed.

"Father—!!"

The young Chen Xin's heart-wrenching cry echoed throughout the wilderness.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, council hall.

Chen Xin closed his eyes, two streams of tears silently rolling down his aged cheeks.

Watching this scene, Gu Rong let out a heavy sigh.

"Old swordsman, so that was the truth of what happened back then.

No wonder you never mentioned avenging yourself against Wuhun Hall all these years."

Ning Fengzhi was equally moved. He gave Chen Xin a slight bow.

"Uncle Sword, Senior Chen Xun was a true master of the sword.

Though he was defeated, his integrity remained."

Wuhun Hall, Consecration Hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the Ranking Screen and let out a long sigh.

"Great Worshiper, Chen Xun's Demon-God Severing Slash actually left a tear in your sleeve back then.

To achieve that with level 97 soul power, he had every reason to be proud."

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze complicated.

"Indeed.

That sword strike truly transcended the mundane.

Chen Xun was a true swordsman."

Before Papal Hall.

Watching the battle conclude on the Ranking Screen, Bibi Dong curled her lips into an amused sneer.

"Qian Daoliu, you truly were hypocritically benevolent back then.

Still, the Seven Kill Sword's attack power is indeed somewhat interesting.

Unfortunately, Chen Xin ultimately stopped at level 96."

Shrek Academy.

Xiao San stared fixedly at the Ranking Screen, his breathing rapid.

"Teacher, is a level 99 Peerless Douluo really this powerful?

Even a level 97 Super Douluo could not hold out for even a moment against a full-force strike?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression was grave, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Xiao San, this is the essential difference between a God-Given Martial Soul and an ordinary Martial Soul.

Once the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul reaches level 99, its soul power already contains a trace of sacred divine power.

Though Chen Xun's Seven Kill Sword was strong, a sword of mortal iron could ultimately never slay a god."

Ning Rongrong's eyes had long since reddened from crying. She clutched Oscar's arm tightly.

"Grandpa Sword... so Grandpa Sword had endured so much.

No wonder he was always so cold and spent every day doing nothing but practicing the sword."

Sunset Forest.

Jia Lin watched Chen Xun fall in the scene and shook her head regretfully.

"He lost, and he lost badly.

But that final sword strike was truly impressive.

Dad, was that glittering golden guy the strongest person in the human world besides you?"

Lan Yu stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly.

"The strongest?

No. In this world, although level 99 is known as Demigod, Qian Daoliu is not yet the strongest.

But in the current Douluo Continent, he is indeed one of the three people standing at the very peak of the pyramid."

Jia Lin asked curiously.

"Then who are the other two?"

Lan Yu glanced at the Ranking Screen and spoke softly.

"One is Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect, and the other is Bo Saixi of Sea God Island.

But since the Ranking Screen has begun its ranking, those two names will appear sooner or later."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, council hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was oppressive to the extreme.

Gu Rong looked at the silent Chen Xin and sighed. Rarely, he did not mock him, merely saying in a muffled voice.

"Old swordsman, stop watching.

It's been so many years. Your father got what he wished for back then, so he died as he should have."

Ning Fengzhi also comforted him gently.

"Uncle Sword, Senior Chen Xun's sacrifice was not in vain.

You now rank ninth, which is the best consolation for him.

Perhaps the Ranking Screen's reward can make up for the regrets of that year."

Chen Xin slowly closed his eyes, and the surging sword energy around him gradually subsided.

When he opened them again, the grief in his eyes had vanished, leaving only extreme sharpness.

"Fengzhi, I am fine.

I have never forgotten my father's path of the sword, not for a single day.

Now that the Ranking Screen has revealed this battle, I would like to see what reward it can give me!"

However, just as the entire continent believed the ranking was about to end and the Ranking Screen would distribute its reward,

the scene upon the Ranking Screen did not freeze.

That icy voice boomed forth once more.

[Chen Xun's death was not Qian Daoliu's fault.

Yet the Seven Kill Lineage's inheritance did not end.]

[Chen Xin inherited his father's will, endured countless hardships, and ultimately became a grandmaster of the sword.]

[Next, the ninth-ranked Sword Douluo, Chen Xin's greatest battle of his life shall be revealed:

Soul Hunt Operation—one sword severed an arm and turned the tide!]

Sunset Forest, Icefire Yin-Yang Eye.

Looking at the words appearing on the Ranking Screen, surprise flashed through Lan Yu's eyes before he raised his brows slightly.

"It can even reveal events that have yet to occur in the future?

The power of this Ranking Screen is rather interesting indeed."

Jia Lin blinked in confusion beside him and asked curiously.

"Dad, are you saying that this so-called 'Soul Hunt Operation' is something that will only happen later?"

Lan Yu stood with his hands behind his back and nodded faintly.

"That's right.

Not only is this a future event, it is also a top-secret plan secretly prepared by Wuhun Hall's female Pope, intended to wipe out the Upper Three Sects in one stroke.

Now that the Ranking Screen has exposed it ahead of time, Wuhun Hall will likely be unable to sit still."

Before Papal Hall.

The instant Bibi Dong saw those words on the Ranking Screen, her face darkened completely.

The aura of the Death Spider Emperor emanating from her nearly froze the surrounding air solid.

"Damn it!

How does the Ranking Screen know of my plan?!"

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the Ranking Screen, her voice icy without a trace of warmth.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei beside her turned pale with fright and hurriedly bowed.

"Your Holiness the Pope, the Soul Hunt Operation has always been Wuhun Hall's highest secret. Apart from the few of us, absolutely no one else knows!

This Ranking Screen..."