Douluo Continent: The 18-year-old Sword God was exposed by the heavens.

"It seems that the first eight should be Tang Chen, Qian Daoliu, Poseidon, Bibi Dong, Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, and Golden Crocodile Douluo."

Lin Xiao murmured softly, his curiosity growing stronger.

"I just don't know what their rankings are, and where I'll rank?"

A wisp of sword intent flowed gently from his fingertips, while the Heavenly Secret Concealing Power of the Divine Firmament Sword continued to operate.

Even with the boundless power of the heavens, it was impossible to detect even the slightest trace of him.

He stood there quietly, looking down at the sky, waiting for the heavens to reveal more powerful figures.

They were increasingly looking forward to seeing where they would rank on this Heavenly Dao Ranking and what kind of Heavenly Dao blessings they would receive.

In the central hub of the divine realm, the five great god-kings gazed at the names displayed on the celestial canopy, their expressions of apprehension growing ever deeper.

The goddess of life spoke softly, her tone tinged with reverence.

"Sword Dao Chen Xin, a level 96 peak Super Douluo, with ultimate attack power, is only ranked ninth."

"It seems that the top experts in the lower realms are far more powerful than we imagined."

The Asura God King frowned, his expression grave.

"If even such a powerful figure can only rank ninth, then many of the eight ahead of him have probably already touched the threshold of the God Realm."

"There might even be beings with power approaching that of a God-King."

The God of Destruction's face was still pale, and his injuries had not yet healed.

He gazed at the sky, his eyes filled with apprehension, no longer daring to underestimate it in the slightest.

"Fortunately, we did not intervene rashly; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"This list will surely bring even more surprises and shocks that will overturn our understanding."

The other four God-Kings nodded in agreement, no longer daring to show the slightest disrespect.

He could only stare intently at the sky below, secretly speculating in his heart.

Who will be the next powerful figure on the list, and what kind of strength does he possess?

And what kind of extraordinary beings are the eight powerful figures mentioned earlier?

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Chen Xin remained frozen in place.

The Seven Kill Sword in his hand rang out with increasing urgency.

The resentment and disbelief in his eyes grew even stronger.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the resentment in his eyes was gradually replaced by solemnity.

He knew that since Tianmu dared to publish its rankings, there must be a reason for it.

Perhaps, my strength is indeed inferior to the eight powerful figures before me.

"Who exactly are the eight people in front of me?" Chen Xin murmured softly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Whoever it is, I, Chen Xin, will surely fight them! My swordsmanship has not yet reached its end!"

He pursued the ultimate attack throughout his life and never submitted to anyone.

Even if the sky ranks him ninth, he will not be discouraged, but will work even harder.

To hone a stronger swordsmanship and prove one's strength.

Looking at Chen Xin's appearance, Gu Rong sighed softly, stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him.

"Uncle Jian, don't worry too much about it. The rankings on Sky Curtain aren't necessarily absolute, and their ranking criteria might not be suitable for you."

"With your strength, even if you are ranked ninth, you are still one of the top experts on the continent."

Ning Fengzhi also spoke slowly, his tone calm.

"Sword Douluo, calm down. The Sky List is still ongoing. Let's wait and see who the top eight powerhouses are."

"Perhaps the ranking of this sky is not as simple as we think."

Chen Xin nodded, the sharp light in his eyes growing even stronger.

He raised his head, staring intently at the sky, his tone solemn.

"Alright! I'd like to see just how powerful these eight are!"

"My sword, Chenxin's, fears no challenge!"

The entire continent remains immersed in shock and bewilderment.

Everyone doubted the authenticity of the sky curtain and felt indignant on behalf of Chen Xin.

Even more fearful are the eight powerful figures ahead.

Meanwhile, the golden light continued to flow across the sky above, without any further explanation.

They also didn't release any information about Chen Xin, as if deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

Between heaven and earth, all spirits held their breath, and all eyes were once again focused on the sky.

There was only one thought in my mind—

The ninth place is already Jian Dao Chen Xin, so just how extraordinary are the eight people ahead of him?

What criteria are used to rank Tianmu?

Who will be the next strong contender to make the list?

An even more impressive roundup of the strongest figures continues.

The entire landscape of Douluo Star is being quietly altered by this sudden change in the celestial canopy.

.....

Just when the entire continent was questioning the authority of the Sky Curtain.

High above, the golden light suddenly surged once more.

Without explanation or narration, a massive screen of light suddenly unfolded, stretching across the sky and revealing a long-forgotten, little-known period of time directly to everyone's eyes.

—The sky begins to play the life story of swordsman Chenxin.

The scene begins not with the glamorous Sword Douluo, but with a thin, silent child whose eyes are unusually stubborn.

The swordsmanship of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been rigorous to the point of being almost cruel since ancient times.

Chen Xin wielded a sword at the age of three, established his foundation at the age of five, and began to undergo the brutal swordsmanship training day after day at the age of seven.

There was no childhood, no play, only the constant wielding of swords, slashing, stabbing, and hammering, day and night, through the changing seasons.

In the picture, the young boy's palms are covered with blisters, which burst, scab over, and burst again, layer upon layer, covered with calluses.

In the dead of winter, with heavy snow blocking the mountains, he stood barefoot on the icy plain, holding his sword in one arm, motionless, until his whole body turned purple from the cold, yet he still refused to put it down.

In the sweltering heat of midsummer, under the scorching sun, he swung his sword ten thousand times, his clothes soaked with sweat, which dried and left rings of salt on the ground.

Some people were puzzled and asked him why he worked so hard.

Young Chen Xin simply gripped his sword tightly, his eyes resolute:

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School only provides support, not offensive power. If I don't wield my sword, who will protect the school? Who will shield us from the wind and rain?"

One sentence sent a jolt through the hearts of countless Soul Masters watching the scene.

People only know that Sword Douluo is famous, but they don't know that from the beginning, he did not practice swordsmanship for himself.

He was born for his sect and fought to protect it.

The screen continued to scroll.

In his youth, Chen Xin had just achieved initial success in his cultivation when the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School faced a catastrophic crisis.

Several major sects joined forces to launch an attack, surrounded by powerful enemies, with murderous intent reaching the heavens.

Sect Master Ning Fengzhi is still young, and the sect is in imminent danger without top-tier combat power.

That night, the wind and rain were dark and gloomy.

Chen Xin, only thirty years old, dressed in white robes stained with blood, held the Seven Kill Sword and stood alone guarding the sect's mountain gate.

Opposite them were dozens of Soul Douluos and three Title Douluos.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be destroyed today!"

"Hand over the sect's forbidden area, and you may be allowed to leave with your body intact!"

A wave of wild laughter and murderous intent swept over them.

Chen Xin slowly raised his sword, his voice calm yet carrying a chilling edge:

"If you want to join the sect, you must first pass my sword."

That battle was a sight to behold, a spectacle that shook heaven and earth.

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