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Sword Douluo Chen Xin slowly rose from his rattan chair. As he straightened, his entire aura underwent a complete transformation.
If Sword Douluo Chen Xin, lying in the bamboo chair asleep just moments ago, had given people the warm, approachable feeling of a kindly grandfather next door, then at this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a sharp, gleaming sword, as though he could pierce the heavens themselves.
The Spirit King beside Qian Renxue had already broken out in bead-sized sweat the instant Sword Douluo Chen Xin released the pressure of a high-level Spirit Master. Now, his limbs went numb and his body stiffened, leaving him unable to move. Like a pitiful moth caught in a spiderweb, the air around him seemed to solidify into something tangible, making it almost unbearable!
This Temple Knight could do nothing but roll his eyes around; he could not even open his mouth to call for help!
Such was the might of a Titled Douluo!
Yet what shocked and puzzled Sword Douluo Chen Xin was that Qian Renxue seemed entirely unaffected by his pressure. Her steps remained firm and slow as she moved forward, a sacred smile appearing on her face as she said,
"Senior Chen Xin, I can understand why you want to stop me from seeing Yang Ming, but have you considered what would happen if Yang Ming wanted to see me?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's aura faltered, then abruptly withdrew.
It was not only because Qian Renxue's words had moved him, but also because he realized that without being able to use high-level Soul Power pressure, he could not make a move inside the Martial Soul Saint Hall. If Qian Renxue called for Temple Knights to help, matters might escalate, and that was something he did not wish