In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

What?

Is this not even level 98?

While everyone was completely bewildered.

Bibi Dong suddenly sighed softly. "This attack has reached level ninety-nine. Sword Douluo truly lives up to his reputation as an unparalleled killer among his peers!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: Asking the Sword of a Thousand Paths

A gentle breeze was blowing.

It dispersed the last wisp of dust in front of Wuhun City.

Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, two powerful Title Douluo, slumped to the ground in embarrassment.

There were specks of blood on their chests.

This scene left the low-level Soul Masters present speechless, almost forgetting to breathe.

Who could have imagined that a Grand Soul Master who was once so high and mighty, whose strength was almost at the ceiling of the Douluo Continent, would actually be defeated?

Even now, just thinking about those two towering pillars makes me feel a sense of pressure, and it's hard to muster the will to resist.

But it was actually cut in two with a single sword strike!

This undoubtedly refreshed their worldview regarding the strong.

So then.

Just how strong must this seemingly effortless and exceptionally powerful Sword Douluo be?

"Cough cough... Sword Dao Chenxin, truly worthy of your name. I never imagined you'd comprehend other sword intents beyond the Seven Kill Sword Intent, even more terrifying than the Seven Kill Sword Intent! Now,

Throughout the entire continent, I would call you the strongest sword, the undisputed master of swordsmanship!

Although they were rivals, Qianjun Douluo sincerely respected this powerful figure who had single-handedly defeated the two brothers.

This statement undoubtedly resonated with countless people.

The phrase "supreme in swordsmanship" is well-chosen.

It has class.

Is swordsmanship the only way to achieve supreme power?

Swordsman was taken aback. Could it be that they're trying to flatter me to my detriment?

I, Chen, am not worthy of these four words.

He shook his head and smiled wryly. "The path of the sword is vast and profound; I've only scratched the surface. As for defeating you two brothers, I used my absolute best sword strike; I truly cannot claim credit."

To even utter the word "strongest" is truly shameful...

As he spoke, Sword Douluo couldn't help but picture Lin Yan painting in his mind.

That figure, with a stroke of the pen, could create a whole new world!

In his heart, this is the true way of the sword.

Destruction is easy; creation is harder.

My comprehension is simply beyond belief. I haven't even grasped the destructive power of a sword technique like "a blade of grass can cleave stars and the moon."

Don't even think about anything else.

As for a powerhouse like Qianjun Jiangmo, Mr. Lin could probably annihilate him in the blink of an eye.

But what about yourself?

They've all pulled out their second-best tricks.

Losing face.

That's so embarrassing.

"Good buddy, Sword Master is indeed a big shot. Even his pretentious act is so refined and unconventional."

"This guy is obviously old Versailles. Defeating you two brothers is nothing, huh. Don't those level 96 Title Douluos have any shame?"

Sword Douluo spoke his mind, leaving everyone stunned for a long time.

I couldn't help but secretly give it a thumbs up.

This is a job most people can't do; it's like a god delivering a fatal blow.

This is nothing more than killing someone to punish their heart.

"You've gone too far... *pfft*"

The Demon-Slaying Douluo was deeply provoked. His fiery temper caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood and collapse.

Everyone's eyelids twitched.

They say anything can be turned into a sword, and now I've seen it for myself.

If one's words are as sharp as Sword Douluo's, what need is there for control?

I've failed at school.

Qianjun Douluo staggered to his feet and walked blankly toward Chenxin. "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Kill me."

He had genuinely admired it, but instead received such ridicule. As a high-ranking member of the Spirit Hall, he had never been treated like this before.

Sword Douluo: "..."

"I was just telling the truth, why are you all taking this so seriously? Honestly, I'm truly ashamed that I went through so much trouble to defeat you. Let's keep this quiet, otherwise..."

"I'm too ashamed to face Mr. Lin if I leave." Sword Douluo was speechless.

Absolutely. In his heart, he felt that he had ruined his sword intent with a single blade of grass.

After all, the sword intent of others could cleave stars, while I struggled so much to slay two level 96 titled Douluo.

To be born as a human being.

I feel so ashamed.

Damn... that's what they said.

Defeating us is considered a disgrace? Is this treating Title Douluos like they're not human...? Thousand Jun Douluo could no longer contain himself; he felt his blood rushing to his head, almost blowing his skull off.

"Pfft..."

Finally, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he collapsed straight down.

The world is finally quiet... That's good.

May there be no mockery in my dreams.

That's enough!

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out. A beam of golden light shot out from Wuhun City and arrived above the arena in an instant.

At this moment, everyone could see the figure in mid-air.

With six pure white wings on its back and golden light flowing around it, it was as if a god had descended.

"Is...is this a god?"

Countless people had this thought in their minds. Some even bowed their heads and knelt on the ground.

"Welcome, Great Master!"

"Greetings, High Priest!"

.........

The unusual honorifics highlight an extremely distinguished status.

"Great Offering! A Thousand Streams!"

Although many people still don't know who the High Priest is, Sword Douluo's pupils contracted, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Of course, this is not out of fear, but out of excitement.

You finally showed up.

"Swordsman Chenxin, truly extraordinary. In your comprehension of swordsmanship, even your father is far inferior to you. You have already broken the shackles of the Seven Kill Sword; given time, you are likely to reach level ninety-nine."

! ”

Qian Daoliu's figure was as light as a feather as he slowly floated down.

It was as if a god had descended to earth.

His voice, when it reached people's ears, was as loud as a great bell.

Level ninety-nine... hopefully!

The elders in Wuhun City all felt their throats go dry.

Who gave Chenxin the evaluation before? Wasn't it difficult even at level 97?

Isn't this a slap in the face?

That guy clearly has an unparalleled talent at level 99.

At this moment, the elders looked at Sword Douluo with envy.

As for jealousy.

Hehe, are you jealous?

I'm just trash below level 95. I have no right to be jealous.

Didn't you see that the Class of '96 were treated like dirt in the other side's eyes?

"Now, it's time to end this farce. Let's each take a step back and let's just drop this matter."

Qian Daoliu smiled faintly, as if nothing had happened.

Of course, his appearance had already shocked everyone. No one doubted his strength, and his handling of the situation made people feel his magnanimity.

"Someone, take the two retainers away for treatment."

Qian Jun and Jiang Mo were quickly carried away. Qian Daoliu, however, saw that Chen Xin had no intention of leaving.