Sword qi split the sky's light, and Old Ghost lost an arm

When that ancient, thirty-foot-long sword crashed down, black rock fragments from both cliffs tumbled down like a torrential downpour.

Seven Kill Sword Intent!

Who in the entire Soul Master World doesn't know the level 96 peak Power Attack System Titled Douluo, Sword Dao Chen Xin!

The title of the number one offensive Martial Soul in the world is not something that can be earned by mere words; it is the murderous aura that has been forged by feeding it with the blood and bones of dozens of Titled Douluo!

"Old man of Chen Xin!"

The Gui Mei claws that were originally heading straight for Ling Yun's nape were abruptly stopped in mid-air by the overwhelming and fierce killing intent just before the sword light fell.

His entire body erupted with black energy, and his voice trembled with shock. Agility Attack System are naturally fragile, and if they dared to confront such a straightforward Heaven-Opening Sword head-on, they wouldn't even last half a second before being shredded into minced meat by the Sword Qi!

"Eighth Soul Skill, Ghost Prison Frenzy!!"

The Gui Mei shrieked and retreated violently. Nine Soul Rings —two yellow, two purple, and five black—spun wildly in the black smoke. Countless pale and terrifying Scary Faces rolled out from his side, transforming into a huge black ghostly shield, desperately resisting the giant sword slashing down from above!

Rumble--!

The loud noise caused sections of the cliffs, several meters wide, on both sides of the Canyon to collapse!

The black mist couldn't even withstand half a breath; it was like a piece of wet Xuan paper covered in paste, instantly sliced in two by that mottled and ancient longsword!

The sword light grazed the Gui Mei's right shoulder and slashed down, carving a deep, rugged chasm several meters wide and bottomless in the middle of the Canyon!

"Ahhh!!"

A piercing scream tore through the sky.

Amidst the churning Haze, a withered, emaciated severed arm, still wrapped in a black robe, flew into the air, spraying black, poisonous blood everywhere. It crashed heavily into a pile of rubble, twitched twice, and then turned into a pool of Stench, rotten water!

Gui Mei was sent flying more than thirty feet away by the Sword Qi that Pei Mo could not control. His back smashed into a large part of the mountain and he rolled out of the pile of rubble in a sorry state. His face, which was usually hidden in the Haze, was now revealed by the shock. He was as white as paper, blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and the black energy at the severed arm was surging wildly. He was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing!

One sword, and an arm is severed!

Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who was locked in a fierce battle with Dugu Bo in mid-air, was terrified out of his wits. Even the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in his hand trembled violently, and he screamed in a shrill voice:

"Old ghost!!"

"Yue Guan, you dare to look around so casually while sparring with me? Do you think my poison is sweet well water?!"

How could Dugu Bo let such an opportunity to beat a drowning dog slip by? The enormous tail of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul Sturdy Martial Soul Avatar, accompanied by the sound of a thousand pounds of wind breaking, lashed out squarely at Yue Guan's face!

Bang!

In his Yue Guan used the golden shield of Tongtianju to block the attack, but the fierce tail lash sent him tumbling through the air seven or eight times. His magnificent moon-white robe was Corrosion by the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison, leaving him looking like Delia fleeing a disaster!

Chen Xin, standing on the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword, didn't even glance at the severed arm on the ground.

With a wave of his sleeve, the white-robed elder unleashed Sword Qi swept through the area like a whirlwind. The hundreds of black-clad assassins who had been lurking in the crevices of the rocks around the Canyon were sliced down in pools of blood by the invisible Sword Qi aura before they could even scream!

Ning Fengzhi, dressed in white, walked slowly to the carriage under the protection of several powerful sect members. Holding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hands, his expression calm and gentle, he nodded slightly to Ling Yun on the roof of the Carriage.

"Captain Ling, my daughter and everyone else have been frightened."

Standing atop the Carriage, Ling Yun didn't even take his hands out of his pockets. He lightly tapped his toes on the carriage rafters, his deep blue eyes lingering on the Seven Kill Sword in mid-air, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Sect Master Ning is quite fast. If he had been any slower, that old snake would probably have already devoured all the Chrysanthemum Petals."

Dugu Bo was in mid-air, had just withdrawn his Martial Soul and landed. Hearing this, he was so angry that his beard bristled, and he cursed, "You little bastard! I risked my life to take the fall for you at my age, and you complain that my teeth aren't good enough?! When we get back to Heaven Dou City, I'll rot your pants pocket with snake venom!"

The way the old man and the young man flirted and teased each other diluted most of the grim and bloody atmosphere in the Canyon.

Ning Rongrong finally came to her senses. Seeing Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi descending from the sky, her eyes reddened, and she rushed towards them, her voice trembling with tears. "Sword Grandfather! Daddy!"

A hint of doting affection instantly appeared on Chen Xin's perpetually cold face. He reached out and pulled Ning Rongrong into his arms, patting her little head. When his gaze swept over Ling Yun again, his eyes were filled with undisguised admiration.

"It's good that Rongrong is alright. I owe a great debt to that young Ling's swift blade. If he hadn't broken that black-clad Soul Saint's axe, I might not have been able to strike in time."

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Oscar for a moment, then patted the commoner on the shoulder. "Oscar, I will remember your act of risking your life to protect Rongrong."

Oscar was flattered and his face turned bright red. He scratched the back of his head and grinned foolishly. He glanced at Ling Yun, but the confidence in his heart was even stronger than when he was facing the sect leader. Because he knew that the one who truly supported him and taught him to stand tall was the young captain on the roof of the car who dared to curse even a Titled Douluo.

And beneath the rubble and ruins, a hundred feet away.

The Gui Mei, clutching its bleeding severed arm, gritted its teeth, gripping the falling Yue Guan tightly, its voice hoarse like a broken gong:

"Retreat... retreat quickly! Chen Xin has broken through... Dugu Bo's poison is extremely vicious! Today's situation is hopeless, return to Spirit City to report!!"

Looking at the corpses of the assassins scattered on the ground, Yue Guan glanced at the Seven Killings Giant Sword in mid-air that exuded an aura of slaughter, gritted his teeth and stomped his foot hard. The two black-gold figures dared not linger for even a moment longer, turning into two dissipating streams of light and fleeing in panic toward the end of the mountains.

Seeing that their master had fled, the remaining black-clad bandits scattered like birds and beasts, pursued and slaughtered by the Heaven Dou Royal Knights, losing their armor and weapons in the process.

The smell of blood gradually faded in the mountain breeze.

Ma Hongjun folded his wings and crashed down from mid-air, his body steaming. He wiped the soot off his face, grinned, and shouted, "That felt great! That was fucking great! So what if he's Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall? He still got his arm chopped off by Brother Yun and the big shots with a single sword strike!"

The rough-looking men, including Tai Long, cheered loudly, and even Flender let out a long sigh of relief.

At the very back of the line, in the shadows cast by the carriage, Tang San's body seemed frozen in place.

The raging wind whipped up when the Seven Kill Sword struck had already completely shattered the mechanism tightly fastened in his sleeve, ruining his aim.

'Titled Douluo protects the way...'

Tang San clenched his teeth so tightly that his lips bled, blood trickling down his clothes, and his palms were covered in sticky, cold sweat. Looking at the figure in front of him, surrounded by a crowd, he felt a chill run through him. All his calculations seemed so powerless in the face of such overwhelming power.

In the middle of the official road, the wrecked Carriage was quickly cleared away by the royal knights.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin withdrew their sword stances and returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's accompanying carriage.

Ling Yun remained leaning against the Carriage roof, facing the howling mountain wind. His gaze pierced through the Canyon cleaved open by a single sword strike, heading straight for the majestic, miraculous white city at the horizon.

The dome of the Papal Hall gleamed with a dazzling golden light under the setting sun, like an ancient behemoth crouching at the edge of the earth.

Xiao Wu nimbly climbed up the carriage shaft and sat down beside Ling Yun. Her small hands gently grasped the hem of the Heavenly Silkworm Golden Robe, her Fluffy rabbit ears swayed in the wind, and her big eyes reflected the boy's profile.

"Ling Yun... Once we arrive in Spirit City, will there be even more villains looking to cause us trouble?"

Ling Yun turned his head, reached out and smoothed her wind-blown bangs, a pale smile curving his lips, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion:

"Bad people are good."

"The wicked are tough; when they're broken... the noise is loud enough."