Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Sikong Zheng's pupils contracted instantly. Judging from that oppressive aura alone, it was incredibly strong, unfathomably strong.

Sikong Zheng felt as if he had thorns in his back; the hair on his body stood on end as he warily stared at the white-haired old man.

At that moment, behind the white-haired old man, a massive, ancient sword, two meters long and half a foot wide, floated in mid-air. Two yellow, two purple, and five black spirit rings, a total of nine, coiled around it.

Sikong Zheng was instantly stunned. He... he was actually a Title Douluo, a Title Douluo who wielded a sword...

So he is...

A black figure, like a meteorite falling to earth, flew back from mid-air and crashed onto the green plain.

"Ugh... Pfft~"

The black-robed figure spat out crimson blood and let out a painful scream, carving a trench nearly three zhang long into the ground.

The figure dressed in a tattered black robe was none other than Sikong Zheng.

Sikong Zheng knelt on one knee. His left arm was red and bulging with veins from the powerful soul force he had just endured, making it look extremely terrifying.

At this moment, his entire left arm was completely numb and he had temporarily lost sensation.

Sikong Zheng was using his right hand, which was trembling slightly, to support himself on the swirling dirt so as not to lose his balance.

"Ha...hoo...ha...hoo..."

Heavy breathing echoed from the ravine. Sikong Zheng's chest heaved rapidly, clearly indicating that he was exhausted and was breathing like a bellows.

Large numbers of blue silver grass were destroyed. Due to the enormous impact, deep trenches were plowed out. Even more terrifying, the originally moist soil was now slightly warm.

It's easy to imagine how violent the impact just now was.

Sikong Zheng, who had been subjected to the baptism of sword energy, had his already tattered black robe turned into long strips of black cloth.

This is the true sword of Sword Douluo. A top-tier weapon spirit, the Seven Kill Sword.

That's right, the white-haired old man with nine spirit rings and a sword spirit is none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin, one of the two elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

In the ravine, Sikong Zheng slowly stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He showed no signs of defeat, but rather a strong fighting spirit. Being able to fight against a Title Douluo was itself a form of improvement.

"Drink~ Ahh~"

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Sikong Zheng looked up and shouted, his soul power surging forth. Four soul rings, yellow, purple, and black, lay low at his feet, pulsating gently.

"This is... the fourth ring of the ten-thousand-year cycle?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin finally opened his half-closed eyes and looked at the young man on the ground in surprise, his gaze mainly focused on the black spirit ring.

As the spirit rings appeared, that signature unrestrained smile returned to Sikong Zheng's face.

"Senior, don't underestimate me! The battle is only just beginning."

Sikong Zheng clicked his tongue, and when he uttered the word "battle," he slowly arched his back and lowered his body, like a wild beast entering hunting mode.

"Third Soul Skill, Descent from the Tree Realm."

Sikong Zheng lightly clenched his right palm, and a tremendous tremor shook the earth. Huge trees rose from the ground, arching around him and radiating outwards from him.

In an instant, a forest formed, and it continued to grow taller, reaching towards Sword Douluo, its thick trunks whipping out fiercely.

Seeing the giant tree hurtling towards him, Sword Douluo showed no panic whatsoever, appearing completely at ease and even having time to offer his comments.

Sword Douluo frowned, but didn't hold back his praise:

"What a powerful soul skill! It's just a third soul skill, yet the control ability is terrifying. Among all the young geniuses I've ever seen, no one is more amazing than you."

Let's rewind to half an hour ago...

Sikong Zheng held a skull that gleamed white in his hand, looking warily into the air.

Suspended in mid-air is an old man, dressed in spotless white robes, with his silver hair neatly combed. In his hand is a sword, about three feet long, undecorated, and made entirely of pure silver.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes seemed to be blind to everything around him, he just stood there quietly without saying a word.

But even though he was just hanging there, he still gave people the feeling that he was the only one who mattered in the world.

Sikong Zheng tentatively began to speak:

"Senior, are you Sword Douluo Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

The old man in white closed his eyes and said calmly:

"I didn't expect that you, little fellow, would recognize me. That's right, I am Chen Xin."

Silence... complete silence.

Sikong Zheng asked again:

"Is there anything else, senior?"

As he spoke, he tucked the skull into his bosom.

Sword Douluo extended a hand and smiled faintly:

"No need to hide it anymore. You can't take this soul bone with you today. Give it to me."

Sikong Zheng knew he couldn't avoid this question today, but he still stubbornly insisted:

"I discovered this soul bone first. Could it be that you, senior, are trying to bully the weak?"

"Hehe, you snatched this soul bone, why can't I? I'm not bullying the weak, but this skull is extremely suitable for my little princess. So, could you please part with it, young brother? In return, I'll let you join our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Sword Douluo remained expressionless, only revealing a gentle smile when he spoke of the little princess.

"Heh," Sikong Zheng chuckled inwardly. "Isn't this just getting something for nothing? They want the soul bone and want me to work for them? They're dreaming."

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is one of the three upper sects of Douluo Continent, after the Clear Sky Sect retired, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School became the top sect in the world.

It presents a picture of prosperity and growth.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's achievements are due to two main factors: firstly, Ning Fengzhi's diligent governance, and secondly, the contributions of the school's two resident elders, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is strong in all aspects, it has a shortage of young disciples and lacks outstanding disciples to emerge.

If Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and others were to perish unexpectedly, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would be destroyed.

Sikong Zheng also admired Ning Fengzhi's skill.

Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, is an extremely talented person. He not only befriends the royal family of the Heaven Dou Empire and becomes a guest of honor of Emperor Xue Ye, but is also the teacher of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.

Ning Fengzhi's business acumen is unmatched. Under his leadership, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has become the wealthiest sect in the entire Douluo Continent. Even after being severely damaged by the Spirit Hall, the sect's wealth is still comparable to that of an empire.

However, it's not worth joining yet, not to mention the fact that it would be destroyed by the Spirit Hall in a few years. Furthermore, even if he needed to join a force to obtain resources right now, his first choice would still be the Spirit Hall.

"Is that so? Unclaimed property belongs to the capable. Then I'd like to test just how strong a Title Douluo is."

Sikong Zheng said resolutely.

Chen Xin shook his head. He knew the allure of a soul bone and said:

"If you can hold me for a quarter of an hour, this soul bone will be yours."

Let's go back to the present.

A thick tree trunk came hurtling towards him, and Sword Douluo let out a soft shout:

"My body is like a sword."

"Clang~"

The ancient sword behind him shone brightly, and his body exuded a sharp sword aura like a peerless divine weapon, instantly sending the thick tree flying.

"It's that trick again."