The Arm Chen Xin Severed Himself

"This poisonous miasma is indeed formidable. No wonder it can keep Soul Beasts out. Unfortunately, it cannot stop my Seven Kill Sword."

Chen Xin snorted coldly. Looking at the gap he had forcibly torn open in the poisonous fog around him, he took a deep breath. The terrifying divine sense of a Peak 96th-Rank Douluo instantly spread toward the center of the valley.

"That little bastard Tang San wasn't lying after all! This place really could produce Immortal Herbs!"

Feeling the aura of blazing heat intertwined with extreme cold, even the usually composed Chen Xin could not help the flash of greed in his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he lightly tapped the rock with the tip of his foot. His entire body became an afterimage as he shot straight toward the Ice and Fire Twin Springs at the heart of the valley!

"Tulip of Romance! I'm coming!"

Filled with anticipation, Chen Xin passed through the last stretch of dense forest and landed on the shore of the alternating red and blue springs.

However.

When he clearly saw the scene before him in his wild delight, the expression on his face instantly froze!

Empty.

Spotlessly empty!

How was this some immortal treasure ground filled with Strange Flora?

This was clearly the scene of a robbery after bandits had swept through it!

Never mind the top-grade medicinal herbs radiating immortal energy.

The once-fertile ground had been turned upside down!

Deep pits and scattered soil were everywhere. Not only had the Immortal Herbs been ripped out roots and all, even the layer of turf covering the ground beside the springs had been violently scraped away!

"Who did this?! Where are the Immortal Herbs?! Where is the Tulip of Romance?!"

Chen Xin's eyes nearly split with rage. He took two disbelieving steps forward, his eyes practically bulging from their sockets!

This was fucking more outrageous than a locust swarm passing through!

They had truly not left so much as a single hair for anyone who came after!

Could that old poison Dugu Bo have moved everything away?!

Impossible! No matter how much that old poison treasured his herb garden, he would never scrape away the turf itself!

Just as Chen Xin stood there shocked and furious.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What wind is blowing today, to carry the great Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School into this nest of poison?"

A cold, mocking, slightly hoarse voice suddenly drifted out from the shadows beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Every hair on Chen Xin's body stood on end as he spun around sharply!

A pitch-black figure, ghostlike in appearance, slowly emerged from the shadows. His pale, expressionless face carried a deathly aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Spirit Hall Elder, Ghost Douluo, Guimei!

"Guimei! Why are you here?!"

Chen Xin's expression changed drastically, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand instantly let out an uneasy hum.

"Why am I here? By order of the Holy Son, I'm here to guard this spring while I soak in it, and incidentally... wait for some fish to take the bait."

Guimei chuckled sinisterly.

Then, in the next instant.

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by an incomparably violent sonic boom, a terrifying figure engulfed in towering flames descended from the sky like a meteor. He crashed down heavily on the other side of the Ice and Fire Twin Springs, instantly sealing off Chen Xin's retreat!

Scorching gusts swept across the area as Fourth High Priest Lion Douluo's tower-like body slowly straightened, his wild crimson hair dancing in the wind.

He rolled his neck, looked at Chen Xin's face as it instantly turned white as paper, and bared his gleaming teeth in a grin.

"Brother Chen Xin, I hear... you came looking for Immortal Herbs?"

"Sorry, but you came too late. More than ten days ago, the Holy Son had people scrape up all the turf here and haul it back to Spirit Hall."

Lion Douluo burst into wild laughter, and the terrifying pressure of a 97th-Rank Douluo erupted without restraint.

"Since you can't have the Immortal Herbs."

"Then simply... leave your life behind!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Lion Douluo's entire body blazed with crimson flames as he smashed down mercilessly at Chen Xin below!

"Seven Kill True Body!!"

At the brink of life and death, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes nearly split with rage. His nine Soul Rings flashed wildly as his entire body instantly fused with the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, transforming into a colossal hundred-meter sword that forcefully met the flaming meteor.

"Clang!"

A piercing clash of metal rang throughout the valley.

Although Chen Xin was not weak, the difference between the 96th and 97th Rank seemed to be only one level, yet there was a Soul Power gulf between them as vast as a heavenly chasm!

What was more, Lion Douluo had been waiting at ease, while Chen Xin had been forced into a hasty battle!

The phantom of the gigantic sword shook violently under the flames' bombardment, and fine cracks even spread across its surface.

"Pfft!"

Chen Xin gave a muffled grunt, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he was forcibly knocked out of his state of unity with the sword.

Before he could steady himself, a hoarse, savage laugh like that of an evil ghost from the netherworld suddenly sounded behind him.

"Old man, your back is full of openings."

At some point, Ghost Douluo Guimei had transformed into a mass of pitch-black shadow and slipped into Chen Xin's blind spot.

"Ninth Soul Skill! Netherworld Ghouls!!"

Countless pale, sharp ghostly hands frantically reached out from the earth and empty air, wrapping around Chen Xin's legs and sword-wielding right arm like maggots clinging to bone.

The icy ghostly aura instantly froze the circulation of Soul Power within Chen Xin's body!

"Damn it!"

Chen Xin's face turned deathly pale.

A 97th-Rank wild lion before him and a 95th-Rank evil ghost behind him—this was absolutely a meticulously arranged killing trap with no chance of survival!

That little bastard Tang San... what kind of fucking intelligence did he give me?!

Chen Xin cursed miserably in his heart.

Immortal Herbs covering the ground?

Only Dugu Bo present?

This was clearly a net cast in advance by Spirit Hall to kill him!

That ungrateful bastard Tang San was using Spirit Hall's knife to eliminate him, the guardian deity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!!

"Chen Xin, break for me! Eighth Soul Skill: Wild Lion Sky-Splitting Strike!!"

In midair, Lion Douluo roared with laughter. A massive lion claw carrying heat capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas came crashing down at Chen Xin's crown.

If this blow landed, Chen Xin's brains would burst apart!

"If you want to kill me, you'll have to pay dearly too!!!"

In that desperate situation, Chen Xin's madness and resolve as the foremost swordsman erupted completely.

He did not try to defend himself. Instead, his eyes bloodshot, he forcibly reversed all the Soul Power within his body.

He forced all his sword intent into his left arm, which was bound by the ghostly hands!

"Explode!!!"

"Boom!!"

To survive, Chen Xin actually detonated his entire left arm!

The terrifying energy generated by the self-destruction of a Peak 96th-Rank Douluo's left arm became a blood-red storm of sword energy that swept across heaven and earth. It instantly shattered the ghostly hands wrapped around him and even forcibly knocked the charging Lion Douluo back half a step!

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Chen Xin let out an incomparably miserable scream, half his body drenched in his own blood.

Yet he did not dare pause for even half a second. Borrowing the immense force from the explosion, he fiercely bit the tip of his tongue and transformed into a broken, dim blood-red streak of light. Without looking back, he smashed through the poisonous fog at the perimeter and fled madly in the direction of Heaven Dou City!