Sword Douluo Falls! Qian Daoliu's Terrifying Power!

The Hotel's top floor.

At the sight, the color rapidly drained from Ning Rongrong's face.

She pounded hard on the barrier before the window.

"No!"

"Sword Grandpa, get out of here!"

"Don't worry about me!"

Chen Xin could not hear her words.

But he could sense that Ning Rongrong was inside the Hotel.

He had come here to take her back.

Chen Xin looked at the golden sword edge before him.

"Let Rongrong go."

"My life is yours."

The Angel Space-Rending Sword moved half an inch forward.

Golden sword energy sliced across Chen Xin's brow.

A bloody line appeared.

Qian Daoliu did not slash any farther.

"Ning Rongrong must bear the consequences of her own mistakes."

"Your life cannot buy her way out of punishment."

Chen Xin was just about to speak.

Qian Daoliu had already raised his left hand.

His five fingers clenched at a distance.

A sword's ringing sounded from within Chen Xin.

The Seven Kill Sword, which had just shattered, was forcibly pulled out by Angel Divine Power.

The white ancient sword hovered above his head.

The cracks along its blade had yet to mend.

Qian Daoliu flicked a finger.

Golden holy light struck the center of the Seven Kill Sword.

Boom!

The Seven Kill Sword exploded again.

Countless white fragments scattered in every direction.

Chen Xin's body shuddered.

Blood stained the white robes over his chest red.

His Soul Power rapidly plummeted.

Rank 96.

Rank 95.

Rank 94.

Only at Rank 93 did the chaotic Soul Power within him barely stabilize.

Chen Xin braced both hands against the ground.

The Seven Kill Sword had suffered devastating blows in succession.

Cracks had already appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

For the time being, he could not even summon his Martial Soul again.

Qian Daoliu withdrew the Angel Space-Rending Sword.

"Sword Douluo."

"Nothing more than this."

Chen Xin raised his face.

He did not attack again.

The two were simply not on the same level.

Had Qian Daoliu wanted to kill him, that last strike would already have pierced his brow.

The golden barrier on the Hotel's top floor slowly turned transparent.

Ning Rongrong appeared at the window.

She saw Chen Xin kneeling in the middle of the street.

She also saw the large bloodstains across his chest.

"Sword Grandpa..."

Ning Rongrong's legs gave way.

She sank to her knees beside the window.

Her slender hands pressed against the transparent barrier.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Chen Xin finally saw her.

Ning Rongrong had not been seriously injured.

Only her Soul Power and Martial Soul had been sealed.

Once he confirmed this, his tense expression eased slightly.

"Rongrong."

"Sword Grandpa came too late."

Ning Rongrong shook her head.

She knew Chen Xin could not hear her.

But she kept speaking all the same.

"Sword Grandpa, hurry and leave."

"Don't fight him anymore."

"You can't beat him."

Qian Daoliu waved a hand.

The barrier before the window no longer blocked sound.

Ning Rongrong's words immediately carried out onto the street.

Chen Xin looked up at her.

"I promised you."

"No matter where you are, Sword Grandpa will bring you home."

Ning Rongrong's tears fell ever more heavily.

"I don't want to go home anymore."

"Sword Grandpa, I'm not worth you doing this."

"I was the one who tried to rob someone first."

"I was also the one who falsely accused him."

"When Teacher Zhao came to save me, I even told Teacher Zhao to kill him."

She pressed her forehead against the barrier.

"It was all my fault."

"Go back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Don't die here for me."

Chen Xin fell silent.

He had heard the full account from Ning Rongrong herself.

The information the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had received had left nothing out.

Qian Daoliu had fabricated nothing.

Ning Rongrong truly had been spoiled rotten.

She had thought the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could resolve every problem for her.

This time, she had provoked someone even the entire sect could not contend with.

Chen Xin looked at Qian Daoliu again.

"How long will she be confined?"

Qian Daoliu said:

"Until she truly understands what she did wrong."

Ning Rongrong immediately raised her face.

"I already know I was wrong."

"I won't rob anyone again."

"And I won't use the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to threaten anyone again."

"Please let Sword Grandpa leave."

Qian Daoliu looked at Ning Rongrong by the window.

"Are you pleading for him?"

"Yes."

Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously.

"I did all of it."

"Sword Grandpa only wanted to save me."

"You've already defeated him."

"Please don't kill him."

Qian Daoliu did not respond.

The oppressive pressure over the street gradually dissipated.

Chen Xin regained the ability to move.

He pushed himself up from the ground.

After enduring the suppression of Divine Power for so long, his legs could not keep him steady for the moment.

Chen Xin took half a step to the side before steadying himself.

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"Go back and tell Ning Fengzhi."

"The deadline for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to refuse submission has passed."

"I will go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in person."

Chen Xin's expression darkened.

"What about Rongrong?"

"She will remain here."

Qian Daoliu raised his palm.

Golden divine light covered the Hotel once more.

The barrier hid Ning Rongrong from view.

Chen Xin immediately stepped forward.

"Wait!"

Qian Daoliu turned around.

"If you take another step forward."

"The next thing to shatter will not be the Seven Kill Sword."

Chen Xin stopped.

He looked at the Hotel's top floor, sealed off once again.

He could not summon the Seven Kill Sword.

His Soul Power had also fallen by three ranks.

Even if he kept fighting with his life on the line, he could not get near Ning Rongrong.

Chen Xin clenched his hand.

A moment later, he slowly unclenched his fingers.

Qian Daoliu did not look back.

"Before coming next time, think carefully about whether you can withstand a single strike from my sword."

Chen Xin stood on the street riddled with cracks.

He took one last look at the Hotel's top floor.

His white robes were already stained red with blood.

The Seven Kill Sword's aura had also grown extremely faint.

This Sword Douluo, who had swept across the continent for many years, finally turned and left.

He had not rescued Ning Rongrong.

He had not even set foot inside the Hotel.

Chen Xin walked a dozen or so paces.

His steps grew slower and slower.

The Hotel's top floor remained sealed by golden divine light.

Ning Rongrong was still inside.

Qian Daoliu would also go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in person.

Even if he left today, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would still be unable to escape this calamity.

Chen Xin stopped.

The blood on his chest had already soaked through his white robe.

The shattered Seven Kill Sword kept sending stabs of pain through his body.

His soul power had fallen to rank 93.

Several cracks had also been left in his Sea of Consciousness.

Ning Rongrong pressed herself against the barrier on the top floor.

When she saw Chen Xin stop, a powerful sense of unease immediately rose in her heart.

"Sword Grandpa!"

"Go!"

"Don't look back!"

Chen Xin slowly turned around.

Qian Daoliu still stood in front of the hotel.

Qian Renxue held her grandfather's arm.

Liu Erlong stood on his other side, her gaze resting on Chen Xin.

Chen Xin raised a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"If I go back like this, Fengzhi won't give up on Rongrong."

"Gu Rong will certainly come too."

"Rather than let them keep throwing their lives away, I might as well end it here."

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"How do you intend to end it?"

Chen Xin raised his right hand.

A wisp of white sword light emerged from his palm.

He forcibly summoned the shattered Seven Kill Sword once more.

Cracks covered the blade.

The once-steady sword intent had also become extremely chaotic.

Ning Rongrong kept shaking her head.

"Sword Grandpa, don't!"

"Go back to the sect!"

"Rongrong is begging you!"

Chen Xin looked up at the top floor.

Affection appeared on his aged face.

"Rongrong."

"Sword Grandpa promised you."

"As long as I'm alive, I won't let anyone bully you."

Ning Rongrong slapped both hands against the golden barrier.

"I was the one who did wrong!"

"No one bullied me!"

"Sword Grandpa, don't attack again!"

Chen Xin did not respond.

He held the Seven Kill Sword horizontally before him.

All his remaining soul power surged into the blade.

Nine soul rings appeared again.

The first three soul rings had already shattered.

The six behind them were likewise covered in cracks.

Chen Xin forcibly burned the source of his soul power.

His aura, which had fallen to rank 93, rapidly climbed.

Rank 94.

Ninety-fifth rank.

Rank 96.

When his soul power returned to its peak, Chen Xin's white hair fell out in clumps.

His face was rapidly aging as well.

He had left himself no way back.

Liu Erlong watched the changes in him.

"He's burning his life essence."

"Once this strike falls, even if he doesn't die, he'll lose the Seven Kill Sword completely."

Qian Renxue did not let go of her grandfather.

"He still refuses to leave."

"He wants to use his own life to win Ning Rongrong a chance."

Qian Daoliu raised his eyes to Chen Xin.

"I already gave you one chance to live."

Chen Xin gripped the Seven Kill Sword with both hands.

"I don't need it."

Every crack in the Seven Kill Sword lit up.

A sword phantom spanning the long street rose behind Chen Xin.

White sword light pierced straight into the clouds.

The entire Heaven Dou City fell silent beneath the pressure of the sword intent.

Soul masters throughout the city turned toward the south.

Many soul masters with sword martial souls discovered that they could no longer summon their martial souls.

Countless swords flew out of their sheaths.

Their tips all pointed toward the Hotel South of the City.

The ninth soul ring beneath Chen Xin's feet shattered completely.

The pitch-black soul ring transformed into an immense surge of energy and merged into the Seven Kill Sword.

"Qian Daoliu."

"Take my final strike."

Chen Xin took a step forward.

The street beneath his feet collapsed with it.

He swung the Seven Kill Sword with both hands.

The enormous sword phantom piercing the clouds slashed down toward the hotel.

"Seven Kill Ultimate Sword."

"Man and Sword Perish Together!"

The moment the sword light fell.

Chen Xin's body also merged into the Seven Kill Sword.

This strike had already surpassed the limits of a rank 96 Titled Douluo.

The surrounding space shattered in succession.

The buildings on either side of the hotel sank beneath the pressure of the sword intent.

Qian Renxue looked up at the enormous sword phantom descending toward them.

She did not release her martial soul.

Liu Erlong also stood where she was.

Both of them knew.

This strike could not get anywhere near Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu disengaged his arm from Qian Renxue's hold.

He took one step forward.

Angel divine power rose from within him.

Golden radiance covered the whole of Heaven Dou City.

The sword intent filling the sky vanished instantly.

All the swords that had left their sheaths fell back to the ground.

The Seven Kill Ultimate Sword stopped above the hotel.

Chen Xin had poured his entire life and martial soul into this blow.

Yet that sword light, powerful enough to cleave a mountain peak, could not descend another half inch.

Qian Daoliu raised his right hand.

A golden divine ring rose from beneath his feet.

The first.

The second.

The third.

Soul rings appeared one after another.

Even after the ninth soul ring appeared, Chen Xin still did not stop burning his life essence.

Immediately afterward.

The tenth soul ring slowly rose.

The entire sky turned gold.

The Six-Winged Angel God Statue appeared above Heaven Dou City.

Three pairs of wings blotted out the sky.

Vast divine might descended from within the statue.

Chen Xin's consciousness, merged into the sword light, was utterly suppressed.

He finally saw Qian Daoliu's true realm clearly.

"Ten soul rings..."

"Level 100..."

Chen Xin's consciousness stalled for a moment.

He had once believed that rank 99 was the highest point a soul master could reach.

But Qian Daoliu had already crossed that boundary.

The one standing before him was not a Peerless Douluo.

He was a being who had truly stepped into god level.

The final strike Chen Xin had burned everything to unleash still had no effect before divine power.

Qian Daoliu extended one finger.

His fingertip touched the center of the enormous sword phantom.

Crack!

A crack spread upward from the sword tip.

The Seven Kill Ultimate Sword began to crumble.

Chen Xin's body, which had merged into it, appeared again.

His hands still gripped the Seven Kill Sword.

The martial soul that had accompanied him for so many years had already begun breaking into fragments from its tip.

Chen Xin wanted to keep advancing.

But angel divine power sealed off all the surrounding space.

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"Even the power you bought with your life can't withstand one finger of mine."

His fingertip continued forward.

The Seven Kill Sword shattered completely.

Before the white fragments could reach the ground, they were purified by the sacred radiance.

A golden point of light appeared on Chen Xin's chest.

The point of light swiftly passed through his heart.

No blood spattered.

His meridians, soul power, and Sea of Consciousness were erased simultaneously by angel divine power.

Chen Xin hung motionless in midair.

The enormous sword phantom behind him vanished completely.

The sword intent shrouding Heaven Dou City dispersed with it.

His hands slowly fell to his sides.

The last wisp of Seven Kill sword energy slipped away between his fingers.

Chen Xin looked toward the hotel's top floor.

The golden barrier had become transparent once again.

Ning Rongrong knelt by the window.

Her face was covered in tears.

"Sword Grandpa..."

Chen Xin's lips moved slightly.

"Rongrong."

"Don't be so willful anymore."

His words faded.

The last trace of life vanished from his body.

Chen Xin's body plummeted.

Thud!

The white-robed figure landed in the middle of the street.

His long white hair spread across the cracked paving stones.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had roamed the continent unchallenged for years, died on the spot.

Ning Rongrong stared at the corpse lying in the street.

Her hands were still pressed against the barrier.

She remained frozen there.

A moment later.

She pounded hard against the golden divine light.

"Sword Grandpa!"

"Get up!"

"Rongrong will listen from now on!"

"Rongrong won't run around anymore!"

"Take me home!"

Chen Xin did not respond.

His Seven Kill Sword had vanished completely.

Not even a trace of his martial soul's aura remained.

Ning Rongrong knelt by the window.

Tears kept dripping from her chin.

"I got you killed..."

"Teacher Zhao died trying to save me."

"Dean Flender died too."

"And now even Sword Grandpa is dead."

She raised her hands and grabbed her own hair.

Her short hair soon became disheveled.

"Why..."

"Why did I insist on snatching that thing..."

"Why did I falsely accuse someone else..."

"I could have chosen not to do any of it..."

Ning Rongrong pressed her forehead against the barrier.

She no longer had the strength to keep pounding.

Those once-bright eyes now held nothing but despair.

"Sword Grandpa..."

"Rongrong really knows she was wrong."

"Please come back..."

The street was silent.

No one dared approach Chen Xin's corpse.

The Soul Masters within Heaven Dou City did not dare release their spiritual power to examine it either.

That Six-Winged Angel God Statue had already made Qian Daoliu's level clear to everyone.

Ten soul rings.

Level 100.

God level.

Sword Douluo had burned his martial soul, soul rings, and life essence to unleash the strongest sword strike of his life.

Yet Qian Daoliu had used only a single finger.

The Seven Kill Sword shattered.

Chen Xin died.

There had been no battle between the two.

Only utter domination.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his right hand.

The ten soul rings merged into his body one by one.

The Six-Winged Angel God Statue that blotted out the sky vanished as well.

Golden sunlight fell upon the long street once more.

Qian Daoliu's Golden Robe remained untouched by dust.

Qian Renxue walked back to her grandfather's side.

She reached out and linked her arm through Qian Daoliu's.

"Grandpa already let him leave."

"He chose to come back to his death."