With his Martial Soul Avatar shattered, Bone Douluo stood weakly in place, his face pale and his body swaying. He had clearly suffered grievous injuries.
For a moment, the entire battlefield fell silent.
Everyone stared at the scene, dumbstruck, their hearts filled with shock and awe.
They knew full well that this battle had already been decided.
The level ninety-five Titled Douluo, Bone Douluo-Gu Rong-had been defeated!
"Bone Grandpa, are you really all right?" Ning Rongrong hurried forward, gently supporting Bone Douluo's slightly stooped body with both hands, her eyes filled with anxiety and concern.
The sunset cast Bone Douluo's wrinkles into sharper relief. He shook his head gently and gave a bitter smile. "Little princess, I'm truly sorry. It looks like these old bones really can't help you vent your anger today."
Standing nearby, Sword Douluo watched with blazing eyes. He glanced at Bone Douluo, then at the calm, unruffled young man across from them, and an indescribable turmoil surged within him.
He and Old Bones had competed for years, each respecting the other, yet today, Bone Douluo had lost to the young prodigy before them.
How could he accept that?
Sword Douluo took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward twice, each step seeming to tread upon the heartstrings of everyone present.
Sword Douluo gently summoned his martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword. The sword in his hand instantly burst with dazzling, icy light, as though it could cleave the void.
Sword Douluo's gaze was as sharp as a blade as he stared straight at Chen Xuanqing. "Boy, your strength has indeed exceeded my expectations, but I, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, will not hold back today."
Yet faced with Sword Douluo's imposing presence, Chen Xuanqing merely smiled faintly and dismissed his Martial Soul Avatar, a trace of weariness