Jesus Weiss was jolted awake from his cultivation in the secret chamber. When he came out, he saw scenes of slaughter everywhere.
The Demon Sheep Sect's Soul Masters were falling one after another. He furrowed his brows, but didn't immediately join the battle. First, he searched for his son.
After using a Darkness Attribute Soul Skill to sneak up to the main hall, he saw his third son, Wilbur Weiss, trapped in a desperate situation. He hurriedly unleashed a powerful attack to ambush Chen Xun.
Chen Xun turned his head, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"Eldest Master!" Zhu Tianhao had been keeping an eye on Chen Xun from among the crowd. After all, he was his personal guard captain. But they were a little too far apart, and Zhu Tianhao couldn't reach him in time.
"Sixth Soul Skill-Petrification Eye!"
Earth-type Soul Masters were renowned for their sturdy defenses, but they didn't have many offensive skills. Petrification skills, however, were famous throughout the land. As a successor to the Stone Armor Boar Martial Soul, Zhu Tianhao possessed the ability to petrify.
The petrifying divine light was fast enough, but its power fell short. After all, Zhu Tianhao was only a beginner Soul Saint, and this was merely his Sixth Soul Skill. It was far from enough.
Though it petrified part of the Demon Sheep's horn and deflected its trajectory slightly, Chen Xun was still within its attack range.
Chen Xun thrust out his left arm, which glimmered with understated luxury in Dark Gold. "Soul Bone Skill-Diamond Arm!"
As the Young Chief of the Chen Clan, he naturally possessed a Soul Bone.
It was a Strength Type Soul Bone, obtained from a Forty-Thousand-Year Vajra Giant Ape. Its Soul Skill could enhance strength, attack, and defense.
Chen Xun planned to use it for defense. He would endure as much as he could.
Suddenly!
"Above, clouds float in the Northwest; leaning against the sky, a sword must span Ten Thousand Li. They say this place, deep in the night, often sees the Radiance of the Dipper and Ox Constellations."
"Eighth Soul Skill-Azure Sea Ice Roar!"
"Jesus, I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
The words came from the horizon, echoing through the air.
A sword's cry rang out. A Sword Intent swept through heaven and earth, and blades of Ice-Sealed Sword Qi gathered from all directions like an antelope hanging its horn, erupting with unrestrained force.
The level ground was cleaved apart. The fissures converged and solidified into a lofty, proud Sword Peak that burst into existence. Its imposing presence rose steadily not far in front of Chen Xun, like a mountain that had stood unchanged for ten thousand years, impervious to the ages.
Within a thousand meters, the temperature plunged like it had atop a snowy peak, as if an icy sea roared through the wild mountains.
It easily withstood the unrelenting assault of Jesus Weiss's Demon Sheep Sky-Piercing Strike, holding firm without budging.
As mentioned earlier, Chen Hong cultivated a path that balanced offense and defense, practicing ice-and-water sword arts.
The Sword Intent he had comprehended was the Dark Water Sword Intent. He used water to control ice and joined water with the sword. This Eighth Soul Skill was precisely his strongest defensive technique.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Xun's Sword Aura swept across Wilbur Weiss's body, splitting him in two with a single strike. It also happened to raze several houses.
"Uncle Hong!" Chen Xun's face lit up with joy.
"Wilbur, my son!" Jesus couldn't help but burst into tears.
Amid the red glow of the night, on a hill only three or four hundred meters high, the Sword Peak continued to rise until it stood nearly a hundred meters tall, wreathed in a cold, murderous blue light. It was impossible to miss.
A man descended through the air and landed atop the Sword Peak. He wore a blue robe edged with golden threads. His sharp Sword Eyes looked down upon the Demon Sheep Sect members present, radiating an unmistakable air of supremacy. Double yellow, double purple, and five black Soul Rings hovered around him, dazzling in the air.
The newcomer was Chen Hong, Chen Xun's clan uncle!
As the one in control of the situation, his assigned task was to keep a close watch on several Soul Douluos. How could he stand by while his nephew and Young Chief was in danger?
"Another Titled Douluo!" Guido Weiss's expression changed dramatically, his face bitter.
By now, he was covered in wounds and looked dispirited. Ximen Rongcheng had him badly suppressed, and fiery-red Blade Light kept slashing down around him.
The Karmaflame Demon Blade Martial Soul not only had domineering attacks and powerful elemental damage, but could also burn away a person's Mental Power.
In short, it dealt both physical and mental damage, with its mental damage perhaps even more severe.
Its Metal, Fire, and Mental attributes made it highly similar to the Seven Kill Sword.
The two were equally renowned, and their families had been on good terms for generations. Their ties ran deep, and they were allied as firmly as iron. The Chen Clan jokingly called them "Blade-Iron."
When the Demon Sheep Sect's Soul Masters saw Chen Hong appear, many stopped fighting and retreated. Their morale plummeted, and their will to resist collapsed.
This was already the second Titled Douluo.
The Demon Sheep Sect was only a mid-tier sect, a First Tier force.
What had they done to deserve two Titled Douluos, more than ten Soul Douluos, twenty or thirty Soul Saints, and over two hundred Soul Emperors and Soul Kings joining forces to attack them?
"This seat hasn't fought anyone in twenty or thirty years. You're honored, Jesus!" Chen Hong's calm voice echoed through the sky.
"The Seven Kill Sword... You're 'Blood Might Sword' Chen Hong? I didn't expect you to have broken through to Titled Douluo!" Jesus Weiss's voice trembled a little.
Chen Hong had been famous in his youth, especially during his service in the Foreign Legion of the Star Luo Empire's Duke of Southern Defense.
When fighting the Half-Beastmen of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he had slain so many that the land was strewn with corpses. His Water System sword arts had eventually been dyed a Sea of Blood, earning him the nickname "Blood Might Sword."
People might be given the wrong name, but they were never given the wrong nickname. Jesus Weiss had once served in the same large army as Chen Hong.
They hadn't been close, and it had been thirty years since they last met, but Jesus still clearly remembered Chen Hong's style.
"This seat's Title is 'Sword Might'!"
"Rouse the Bright Moon Across the Sky, illumine my heart full of ice and snow, a vast flow of a hundred rivers. Though the whale drinks, it cannot swallow the sea; Sword Qi already sweeps across autumn!"
"Ninth Soul Skill-Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin: Deep Sea Vortex!"
That's right. Unlike Chen Xin's later Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, Chen Hong's Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin was a Ninth Soul Skill.
Chen Hong stood in midair, Sword Shadows soaring behind him as his aura climbed.
The Sword Peak formed by his Eighth Soul Skill rose slowly into the air, its imposing presence overwhelming. Blue light flared brilliantly, and in an instant, the peak transformed into countless flying swords that filled the sky.
That wasn't all. Even the metal sabers, spears, swords, and halberds on the ground-and even the Metal Martial Souls of some lower-rank Demon Sheep Sect Soul Masters-couldn't resist being swept away. They flew to circle around Chen Hong, spinning into a Metal Vortex a hundred meters in diameter.
They said that a crowd of ten thousand stretched beyond the horizon. The same was true of swords. Their densely packed ranks spun at tremendous speed, creating a spectacular sight that made one's scalp tingle.
At that moment, anyone would have been struck by trypophobia.
It far surpassed Yang Jingxue's "Ten Thousand Arrows Pierce the Clouds" from earlier, its power vast and mighty.
That was the shock of the World's Number One Offensive Martial Soul!
The Demon Sheep Sect's Soul Masters looked like criminals awaiting execution. Many couldn't stop their legs from trembling, for the Sword of Damocles hung over their heads!
No one believed that all those swords would be aimed only at Jesus Weiss.
"Grand Elder..."
Many looked eagerly at Jesus Weiss, but he remained silent. He had to buy Jonah Weiss time.
That was right. When he came over, he had seen Jonah Weiss leading people along a side path toward the mountain gate. He hadn't stopped them. Even if he couldn't deal with them, he still hoped the Weiss Family could preserve its bloodline.
As for those in Yier City, Vanguard Town, and the clan members who were away, given the signs of this extermination, there had surely been arrangements made for them too. He didn't place much hope in them.
Even if someone escaped alive, they would need a High-Rank Soul Master to protect them. If Jonah Weiss could escape, the Weiss Family would still have hope of rising again.
As for himself, he knew that Soul Fighting City had asked for a higher cut. He had accepted it. Now was the time to take responsibility.