Jian Daochenxin vs. Fairy Yuechan: Can Seven Killings True Body and Seven Kill Domain Withstand the Heaven-Mending Sword Art? (1)

Sword qi crisscrossed the plaza, as though a small soul power storm had been stirred up.

Fairy Yuechan gripped a jade-green longsword, her graceful figure like a startled swan as she met Chen Xin's sword qi head-on.

"Clang..."

The sound of metal striking metal rang out as sword qi and sword light collided fiercely in midair, bursting into dazzling sparks. The soldiers around the plaza retreated one after another, feeling a powerful current of air sweep toward them and whip their robes about.

Fairy Yuechan stood steadily where she was. Azure radiance flowed endlessly along her sword, blocking all of Chen Xin's sword qi. A faint chill remained on her face, as though everything had gone exactly as she expected.

Chen Xin halted, surprise flashing in his eyes. He had not expected this seemingly delicate, aloof woman to block his attack so easily.

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi's expression also changed slightly. He had originally thought that with Chen Xin and himself joining forces, they could at least suppress Shi Hao's side. He had not expected this woman in white to be so powerful.

"Seven treasures have a name, the second is: Speed..."

Ning Fengzhi silently recited the incantation. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone once more, this time releasing a faint golden glow like a radiant ribbon that coiled around Chen Xin's body.

Chen Xin's speed instantly surged. Moving like the wind, he swung his sword at Fairy Yuechan again.

This time, his sword qi was even sharper, as though it would tear space apart.

Yet Fairy Yuechan remained utterly composed. Her body drifted lightly backward as she swung her jade-green sword, sending an azure sword gleam toward Chen Xin's sword qi.

"Boom..."

The two powerful forces collided in midair with a deafening explosion. The soldiers on the plaza felt a powerful shockwave rushing toward them and hurriedly retreated to avoid it.

As the dust settled, Fairy Yuechan was still standing where she had been, while Chen Xin had taken several steps back. His face was slightly pale. Clearly, he had gained no advantage in this clash either.

So strong. This woman is actually a Title Douluo...

Chen Xin was deeply shaken. He had never imagined that this seemingly delicate woman in white possessed such terrifying strength.

Ning Fengzhi's expression was dreadful as well. He had originally believed that the arrival of Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and himself would immediately turn the tide, but this mysterious woman in white had proven incredibly difficult to deal with.

"Uncle Sword, what should we do?" Ning Fengzhi asked anxiously.

Chen Xin did not answer. His gaze remained fixed on Fairy Yuechan, as though searching for an opening.

Fairy Yuechan stood suspended above the great hall. Her jet-black hair danced in the wind, every strand radiating a cold, clear brilliance. Her white dress was flawless and pure, like snow atop the Heavenly Mountains—icy, mysterious, and distant.

"Who exactly are you?"

Chen Xin could not help asking. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree that had weathered a thousand years, unyielding despite the frost, rain, and storms of time.

His skin was a deep bronze, as though it had been tempered by countless days beneath the sun, carrying a beauty born of resolve and weathered years.

Fairy Yuechan slightly turned her head, revealing a profile as smooth as jade. Her eyes were deep as stars, as though they could see through every truth in the world. When she spoke, her voice was clear like melting ice and snow, yet carried an aloof, unquestionable authority. "My name is Yuechan."

At this moment, Fairy Yuechan was like a bright moon in the night sky—distant, cold, and awe-inspiring. An invisible force seemed to emanate from her, making others afraid to look directly at her.

Chen Xin was secretly alarmed. He had traveled the continent for many years and seen much of the world, yet he had never encountered such a young and unfathomable woman.

A thought flashed through his mind. Could this Yuechan be a newly appointed worshiper of Spirit Hall? But he quickly shook his head. Even if Spirit Hall had produced a new worshiper, there was no way he should know nothing about her, much less that she should be this young...

Fairy Yuechan gave him the impression of an existence that transcended everything in this world.

Just then, Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi hurried over while supporting the injured Tang San.

Tang San was normally handsome and carefree, but now his face was covered in blood and his clothes were tattered. Seeing his miserable state, Dai Mubai's eyes flashed with distress as he immediately stepped forward to support him.

"Little San..."

Dai Mubai called out, his voice full of concern.

Tang San opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but the intense pain made it difficult for him to speak. His gaze turned toward Oscar.

Oscar understood at once. Light flashed in his hand, and a thick Healing Big Sausage appeared. He gently pried open Tang San's mouth and fed the sausage to him.

The sight made everyone present feel a pang in their hearts. Tang San had always been their pillar of support, brimming with vitality no matter when or where. Yet now he was so weak and helpless that they could not help lamenting the unpredictability and cruelty of fate.

Oscar's Healing Big Sausage was one of Tang San's favorite foods. Every time, he could draw strength and warmth from it. Yet this time, when the sausage slid down his throat, he felt a bitter taste that was almost impossible to swallow.

That was because his body had weakened to the extreme. Even the most basic act of swallowing had become so difficult.

But Oscar did not give up. He gently patted Tang San's cheek, encouraging him to swallow.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Tang San finally swallowed the sausage with great difficulty. His face was still pale, but a trace of life gradually returned to his eyes.

Then Tang San hurriedly looked toward Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and the others, speaking anxiously.

"Sect Master Ning, Senior Bone Douluo, please save my teacher. My teacher and Fatty have both fallen into Shi Hao's hands..."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded with a grave expression.

"Don't worry, Little San. You've already done more than enough. Leave the rest to us..."

Seeing Chen Xin still confronting that mysterious woman in white in the air, Dugu Bo took the initiative to speak.

"Sect Master Ning, this mysterious woman in white possesses unfathomable soul power. Earlier, even the Golden Triangle's martial soul fusion skill, Sacred Giant Dragon, was destroyed by a single strike of her sword. Senior Sword Douluo is powerful, but I fear he will be unable to defeat her in a short time. Why not have Senior Sword Douluo hold her off while we deal with that youth calling himself the Stone Emperor first? Emperor Xue Ye has now died a violent death. We must support Emperor Xue Beng's ascension as soon as possible and stabilize the army's morale."

Hearing Dugu Bo's words, Ning Fengzhi nodded.

"Understood..."

He immediately sent a voice transmission to Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Uncle Sword, do your best to hold off this woman named Yuechan. I'll have the others deal with that youth calling himself the Stone Emperor as quickly as possible and support Prince Xue Beng's ascension."

Chen Xin nodded. Powerful sword qi erupted from his body, seeming to slice apart even the air around him. His face was resolute, and his sword-like brows slanted sharply toward his temples, exuding a fierce aura.

At this moment, he was like an unsheathed sword, ready to pierce his enemy at any time.

With two fingers pressed together, Chen Xin made a domineering sweep. The surrounding air seemed to tremble beneath that motion.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Seven Killings True Body!" With his roar, the deep-blue Seven Killings Sword flew out from behind him, spinning through the air as it released fierce sword qi.

Beneath the sunlight, the Seven Killings Sword gleamed deep blue, as though carrying endless killing intent. It spun at high speed, dragging the surrounding air into a small storm.

Bolstered by immense soul power, the Seven Killings Sword gradually transformed into a deep-blue greatsword more than ten meters long.

This was the pinnacle of weapon martial souls, famed alongside the Clear Sky True Body: the Seven Killings True Body.