He had long expected His Highness to win, but not so cleanly.
Bone Douluo was silent for a long while before slowly letting out a breath.
"That old sword bastard lost."
This time, there was no resentment in his voice, only genuine admiration and wonder.
At Level 87, Fang Fan had overpowered Sword Douluo at the same cultivation level.
Once he became a Titled Douluo, or even a Limit Douluo,
who on the entire continent could stand against him?
"He did."
Chen Xin slowly sheathed the Seven Kill Sword that had accompanied him for most of his life. There was no trace of resentment on his aged face, only relief and wonder.
He had lived for over a century and roamed the continent for decades. Countless Titled Douluo had fallen to his Seven Kill Sword, and he had never lost a swordfight against an opponent at the same cultivation level.
But today, he had lost—and he accepted it wholeheartedly.
Fang Fan had used only two moves—his first soul skill, Netherworld Bloodflame Sword Grave, and his second, Sword Shadow Slowing Slash—to expose a flaw in Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword intent and slice away a corner of his robe.
In a real fight to the death, that scrap of cloth would have been his life.
What shook him even more was that Fang Fan was only Level 87.
At Level 87, he could suppress Sword Douluo's swordsmanship at the same cultivation level.
If he became a Titled Douluo,
a Peak Douluo would be no match for him,
and even a Peerless Douluo might not be able to hold him down.
In ten thousand years of Douluo Continent's history, such talent had never appeared before.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had chosen the right side when Spirit Hall first rose to