A haunting voice thundered into the deepest reaches of his heart, tearing away the shame he had kept hidden and exposing the scar he had never dared to look at.
Yes, that day, he had wanted to challenge Qian Daoliu and avenge his father!
But... but...
In that moment, he had been afraid. He had failed his Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul!
"If I had another chance..." Sword Douluo gripped his sword tightly and stared at Qian Daoliu, who was flying through the air.
"Even if you had another chance, you'd still be a coward! Compared to your father, you're nothing! Every generation has wielded the Seven Kill Sword, every generation has produced a Sword Douluo, but you've disgraced the Chen Clan!"
"Your grandfather dared to draw his sword against Tang Chen. Your father dared to strike at Qian Daoliu. But you? Faced with the man who killed your father, you didn't even have the courage to swing your sword?"
"You're a coward! You don't deserve the Seven Kill Sword in your hand..."
I don't deserve it!
Sword Douluo stared blankly at the Seven Kill Sword clenched in his hand. Then the veins bulged across his fingers. Seeing Qian Daoliu about to fly away, he suddenly charged forward.
"Fengzhi, I've failed you all!"
"Senior Qian Daoliu, I am Chen Xin of the sword path. Please grant me a lesson! Ninth Soul Skill, God-Demon Dual Slash!"
Qian Daoliu looked back abruptly and sent a Slashing strike from his Heaven-Measuring Sword.
Crack!
The Seven Kill Sword shattered, and the Heaven-Measuring Sword pierced Chen Xin. Yet a smile rested on his lips. In that moment, he saw what his father had seen: the view from the pinnacle of swordsmanship!
Sword Douluo's eyes flew open. He had fought his way out of the