Discussing the Sword with Chen Xin: No Regrets Once the Sword Is Drawn! The Road to Invincibility!

Outside Heaven Dou City, the magnificent, rolling mountain range resembled a sleeping dragon.

It sprawled across the vast earth.

At the peaks of these mountains, amid swirling clouds and mist.

Clusters of magnificent, glittering buildings loomed in and out of sight, their glazed tiles shimmering with rainbow halos in the refracted sunlight.

Like an immortal paradise in the mortal world.

This was the home of the world's foremost support sect-the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

At the foot of the mountains, wisps of cooking smoke rose from Seven Treasure Village, which had been built around the sect.

Paths crisscrossed the fields, exuding the tranquility and prosperity of peaceful years.

Yet today, an utterly unconcealed, violent aura tore apart this peace that had settled over a hundred years.

Dressed entirely in black, Lu Xuan stepped alone onto the white jade stairs leading to the sect's main peak.

Gusts whipped up the hem of his clothes, making it snap in the wind.

He had no intention of restraining his aura in the slightest, and blazing battle intent flickered in his deep eyes.

As he took his first step upward, his dormant Soul Power erupted like an active volcano that had been suppressed for far too long!

"Humm-!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar of Soul Power, eight Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet in succession and circled his body!

Two purple, three black, two red, and one orange!

When those two blood-red Soul Rings, representing the hundred-thousand-year level, lit up.

Even the surrounding air seemed to twist and wail beneath the pressure of their terrifying potency.

The intense bloody light bathed the white jade stairs, making them resemble Asura Hell.

And the orange Soul Ring floating on the outermost edge, filled with endless mystery and boundless pressure, radiated terrifying fluctuations that made souls tremble.

As expected of one of the Upper Three Sects, its defenses were exceptionally tight.

Almost at the very instant Lu Xuan released this horrifying combination of Soul Rings.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's defensive mechanisms were instantly triggered.

"Whoosh-bang!"

A shrill sound tore through the sky.

A dazzling red alarm flare exploded above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, staining half the sky the color of blood.

"Who goes there?! How dare you trespass upon our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? What are your intentions?!"

Accompanied by an angry shout that sounded fierce but lacked confidence.

A Soul Saint patrol captain led dozens of elite disciples rushing down from the stairs above as though confronting a formidable enemy, firmly blocking Lu Xuan's path. The Soul Saint gripped a long saber tightly in both hands, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall. Beneath the terrifying pressure woven by Lu Xuan's eight Soul Rings, his knees felt weak, and even breathing was as painful as swallowing razor blades. Yet he still gritted his teeth hard enough to shatter them and forced himself not to retreat a single step.

Lu Xuan stopped and calmly swept his gaze over the trembling patrol before him. Not a ripple stirred in his deep eyes as he merely uttered a few indifferent words: "I've come for your sect's guardian elder, Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!"

Having said that, Lu Xuan paid no further attention to the guards before him, who seemed to be standing at the edge of an abyss. He suddenly raised his head, looked straight at the grandest glazed hall on the mountaintop, and drew a deep breath. Vast Soul Power carried an ultimate sword intent soaring skyward, transforming into rolling thunder that instantly resounded throughout the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's entire mountain range:

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin! I, your junior Lu Xuan, have come today to discuss the sword! Senior, please come out and exchange a sword strike with me-!!!"

His voice carried an ultimate sharpness, like invisible sword energy made tangible, echoing wildly among the mountains. Countless birds fled in terror, leaves rustled across the mountainsides, and even the glazed tiles on the main peak hummed as though unable to bear the strain.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The instant his words fell, two exceptionally powerful auras shot skyward from deep within the main peak's great hall. They became two streaks of light, one multicolored and one white, crossing hundreds upon thousands of meters in an instant and landing firmly before Lu Xuan like meteors falling to earth.

The man on the left wore an immaculate moon-white robe. His bearing was refined and affable, every movement displaying the composure and elegance of one in authority. He wore a smile as gentle and lustrous as jade, yet deep within his eyes gleamed exceptionally shrewd calculation and scrutiny-he was none other than Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Standing beside Ning Fengzhi was an old man who resembled a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath. He too wore a snow-white robe, his beard and hair entirely white, his long silver hair neatly combed behind him. Astonishingly, his face was as delicate as a baby's, without the slightest trace of the passing years. His expression was utterly indifferent, and his eyes seemed to hold nothing around him in any regard. He simply stood there quietly, without a word.

Yet even standing so casually, he naturally radiated a peerless sharpness that declared, "Among all things in heaven and earth, I alone reign supreme!" It was as though wherever he stood became a domain of swords, where all things could serve as swords!

"Junior, how do you wish to discuss the sword with me?"

Chen Xin spoke slowly, his voice utterly flat, yet it seemed as though countless blades were clashing in the air, stabbing painfully at the eardrums. However, when his gaze, originally as still as an ancient well, swept over Lu Xuan's heaven-defying Soul Ring combination of two purple, three black, two red, and one orange, profound amazement and shock finally surfaced irrepressibly in the depths of those indifferent eyes.

Facing this Super Douluo who stood at the pinnacle of the continent's swordsmanship, Lu Xuan showed not the slightest stage fright. Instead, he stepped forward, stared directly at Chen Xin with blazing eyes, and asked in a clear voice, "May I ask, Senior, just what is your reason for wielding a sword as the Sword Douluo?!"

"Oh? Interesting." Chen Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, his white robe stirring without any wind. As he looked at the young man before him, whose sharpness was fully revealed, the indifference in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by the fervor and solemnity of a pure swordsman.

"My sword has only two words-" Chen Xin's voice abruptly rose, like a dragon's cry through the nine heavens, shaking the valley. "Contend! And! Protect!"

"Contend for supremacy among all who wield swords! Protect everything my heart wishes to protect!" Chen Xin suddenly stepped forward, and terrifying sword intent that seemed capable of cleaving the firmament erupted, surging straight into the clouds. At that moment, his gaze became incomparably firm and resolute, like burning stars. "For these two things, even if my body dies and my path is extinguished, I would spare nothing!"

Hearing this resounding answer, as weighty as Mount Tai, Lu Xuan could not help feeling powerful waves surge through his heart.

This was indeed the way of the sword that Sword Douluo Chen Xin upheld throughout his life. In the course of fate familiar to Lu Xuan, this old man had put those three words into practice with perfection and tragic grandeur-he had won the unbending pride of the world's foremost sword Soul Master, making the Seven Kill Sword's might shake the continent; to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's foundations, he had willingly endured having an arm brutally severed during Spirit Hall's encirclement; to protect Ning Rongrong, even facing the majesty of a god and having his body smashed and bones ground to dust, he had never retreated half a step.

This was his sword: pure, tragically heroic, and great!

"I understand." Lu Xuan drew a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a completely different yet equally domineering and unmatched sword intent erupted from his body without restraint! This sword intent held no bonds of protection, only the absolute tyranny of severing everything and crushing all things. It collided thunderously with Chen Xin's sword intent in midair, stirring fierce winds that filled the sky and sent the surrounding patrol disciples tumbling!

"Then, Senior Sword Douluo, please fight me!" Lu Xuan's voice carried unquestionable fervor, his battle intent surging into the heavens.

"Are you certain?" Chen Xin loosely curled his right hand, and a clear blue Seven Kill Sword, radiating endless slaughtering energy, instantly formed in his palm. Its blade hummed softly, as though thirsting for blood. He looked at Lu Xuan, his tone carrying a trace of an elder's authority and a final warning. "The difference between our realms is like a heavenly chasm. If you regret this now, I can pretend you never said those words today and let you leave unharmed!"

Faced with a Super Douluo's ultimatum, Lu Xuan not only refused to retreat but instead burst into laughter. He abruptly drew the Asura God Sword, its dark-red blade pointing straight at the firmament, raging flames burning in his eyes, like a demonic god descended upon the world:

"Once I draw my sword, I have no regrets!"

Lu Xuan's voice echoed for a long time above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, shattering the drifting clouds that filled the sky. He did not need to draw upon Chen Xin's "protection," nor did he need to follow anyone's well-trodden path. From the moment of his Martial Soul Awakening, the road he would walk was one no predecessor had ever traveled and no successor would ever follow, cutting through all falsehoods and obstacles with the sword in his hand-the road to invincibility!