Instantly Slaying Long Xiaoyao, Seven Undefeated

Fourteen battles began simultaneously.

Chen Xin's gaze locked firmly onto one of the battlefields.

A small planet floated in the vast emptiness of the cosmos.

Chen Feijian stood on the planet's surface, gripping the Seven Kill Sword in one hand. Silvery-white sword energy rapidly gathered and streaked across the sky in an instant.

Silver light cut off the horizon.

A thousand meters away.

Long Xiaoyao dared not let his guard down. His Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul appeared behind him.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red-nine Soul Rings rose into the sky.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Dark Demon Sacred Stele!"

Several pitch-black tombstones rose from the ground, blocking his front and forming a thick defense.

The sword energy descended, and the tombstones instantly shattered.

The remaining sword energy continued forward, cleaving straight through the mountain range stretching behind him.

In outer space beyond the planet.

Long Xiaoyao instantly appeared in space, his heart filled with apprehension.

The Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul was inferior to the Dark Holy Dragon, but his opponent's cultivation in the way of the sword was extremely advanced, and his killing techniques were outstanding.

It looks like I'll have to use that move.

"Dragon Emperor Dark Dimension!"

Long Xiaoyao raised both hands, and dark Soul Power gathered furiously.

A massive black orb of light formed, carrying terrifying dark power as it continued to expand.

Chen Feijian flicked his wrist, sending several sword slashes through Long Xiaoyao's body, but they did not inflict the slightest damage.

"It's useless."

"In my current illusory form, neither physical nor spiritual attacks can touch me."

"Even if space shatters, I won't be affected in the slightest."

Long Xiaoyao focused on condensing the orb of light without forgetting to speak.

This was a Self-Created Soul Skill he had only developed after a century of arduous secluded cultivation. He had originally intended to save it for Mu En, but had never expected to encounter Chen Feijian right at the start.

Chen Feijian focused his mind.

Long Xiaoyao had improved tremendously since the last Proof of Godhood ended.

But he had never stopped cultivating during this time either.

Can I really not hit him?

He did not believe it.

Chen Feijian closed his eyes and condensed all the Soul Power in his body into a single point at his sword's tip. The Seven Kill Sword in his hands trembled incessantly, but his large hands held it in an iron grip.

Sword intent, spiritual power, vitality... he poured them all into it.

His black hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sword trembled so violently it was on the verge of breaking.

At its tip, blazing white light filled the entire image.

"That's Sword Intent Convergence!"

"No, this is even more extreme than ordinary Sword Intent Convergence!"

Seeing this, Chen Xin rose anxiously from his seat.

At the center of the battlefield.

Chen Feijian slashed his sword.

As the strike fell, space itself was obliterated. Even the illusory figure could not withstand it and dissolved into nothingness.

The composure on Long Xiaoyao's face vanished instantly, leaving only disbelief in his eyes.

"Power of Annihilation!"

Chen Feijian had actually mastered this power.

He had no chance to dodge. The sword light obliterated his body outright.

The black orb above his head went out of control and exploded on the spot.

Boom!

Terrifying energy instantly engulfed the entire planet.

Chen Feijian had no time to retreat. The raging energy completely enveloped his body.

Dazzling black light covered his entire field of vision. He was going to die too.

But that did not matter.

He had already won.

As the light faded, the entire planet shattered completely, turning into cosmic debris.

Chen Feijian's figure also vanished without a trace.

Beneath the Sky Screen.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded.

"Holy crap! They shattered a planet! That destructive power-is this the strength of a demigod? It's incredible!"

"Did they both die together in the end?"

"The Chen Clan's ancestor is so powerful. I never imagined Sword Douluo's ancestor was this strong."

"What ancestor? He's a descendant!"

"It's a shame Long Xiaoyao couldn't unleash that move first. Otherwise, it really would have been hard to say who would win."

Chen Feijian and Long Xiaoyao, who had just died in battle, were resurrected the very next second.

They appeared in the image completely unharmed.

[Chen Feijian, victorious!]

"Holy crap, they really came back to life!"

"Can the Human Emperor resurrect other people at will? Doesn't that mean you could live forever if you went there?"

"Calm down. Resurrection isn't immortality. Besides, this is inside the Human Emperor's Palm World. There might be some requirements, just like the Virtual Duel Arena before."

Having witnessed people being resurrected with their own eyes, crowds across the Douluo Continent raised their hands and shouted in excitement.

Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong watched this scene without much expression on her face, remaining as cold as ever.

She also had a Soul Skill that could resurrect her.

Resurrection was not entirely impossible even among high-ranking Soul Masters, let alone for the Human Emperor, who was stronger than gods.

Human Emperor World.

Chen Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had known all along that everyone would be restored after each battle.

The battle just now had still left him trembling with fear. Only when he saw Chen Feijian resurrected did he finally feel completely at ease.

"Resurrection!"

"Can gods resurrect people?"

Grandmaster lowered his head and murmured, his eyes filled with dejection.

Then why hadn't his disciple Tang San resurrected him after his death once he became a god?

Why hadn't he let him live forever?

Was he unable to?

Or had he simply been unwilling?

Grandmaster clenched his fists. Now, whenever he thought of Tang San, he thought of that soul of a grown man several decades old.

What he felt was no longer pride, but resentment.

Another battle had just ended.

[Emperor Xin, victorious!]

Emperor Xin slowly withdrew his hands. The planet below burned with roaring flames, having already transformed from a planet into a mass of lava.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes were filled with regret.

Emperor Xin's opponent had been Ning Ling, the demigod expert from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Unfortunately, Ning Ling had lost.

He thought Ning Ling was quite strong.

The various defensive Soul Skills had flowed seamlessly into one another, leaving almost no openings.

It was simply that Emperor Xin's attacks were far too overpowering.

He had forcibly broken through the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's layers of defense head-on and claimed victory.

Time accelerated.

Several battles passed in the blink of an eye.

The statistics were neatly arranged beside the image.

One win, four losses.

That was Ning Ling's record.

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly, beginning to come to terms with it.

Support-type Martial Souls were never good at direct offensive confrontations to begin with.

Losing is normal. Perfectly normal.

He could not help finding excuses for his own sect member.

Beside him, Bi Ji noticed his disappointed expression and spoke with a smile.

"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul is extremely versatile."

"Depending on the Soul Master's own wishes, they can choose either an offense-focused or a support-focused path."

"The current Sect Master Ning follows the support path, favoring defense and enhancement. Naturally, he is no match in a head-on fight."

She clasped her hands behind her back, revealing her fair neck.

The Proof of Godhood.

It had little to do with her, and her mood would not ripple in the slightest because of it.

Soul Beasts followed a different path to godhood from humans, attaining it by reaching a million-year cultivation age.

Thus, no Soul Beast experts had ever participated in any Proof of Godhood.

Twenty-eight demigod experts.

Only a scant few truly had the confidence to contend for the final championship.

Only seven remained undefeated:

Chen Feijian, Emperor Xin, Ye Wuye, Ji Fa, Ji Bingxue, Du Bisou, and Mu En.

Across the two worlds, more than ten billion viewers watched with their blood boiling, exclaiming how satisfying it was.

"Planets explode in practically every battle. Is this what demigod-level strength looks like?"

"They're only small planets. They don't even look as big as the Heaven Dou Empire to me."

"Who do you think will take the championship in the end?"

"I'm betting on Ye Wuye! His Spirit-Poison Conversion is impossible to counter!"

"Not necessarily. Emperor Xin has a better chance! His Martial Soul is the Beast God Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King!"

Everyone had their own contender to support, and the arguments went on endlessly.

It really was hard to say who would win.

Suddenly, someone's gaze shifted toward the Sky Screen image on the other side, and they let out a derisive laugh.

"Look over at Peerless Tang Sect. They're holding a competition too."