Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 42 Complete Suppression! Chen Xin Fights to the Death: All Nine Rings Explode, What Does Death Matter! (Please Read On!)
Ning Junlan's right leg transformed into a crimson dragon shadow, carrying unparalleled speed and a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

He kicked Ning Fengzhi hard in the chest!
This strike was incredibly fast and incredibly ruthless!
Ning Junlan was compressed by the Heavenly Curtain into a support-type Soul Saint of 'level 79'.

With the blessing of a 100,000-year-old soul bone, it unleashed a terrifying attack that even titled Douluo would take notice of!
In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, all that remained was the ever-growing crimson dragon shadow and endless despair.

He finally understood.

This duel, from the very beginning, was not about proving any "Tao".

Rather, it was for... humiliation.

humiliation!

Utter humiliation!
The deadly crimson dragon shadow was reflected in Ning Fengzhi's pupils.

The shadow of death had never loomed over him so clearly.

Throughout his life, he was a master strategist who led the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to unprecedented heights.

But he never imagined that he would die in such a humiliating way at the hands of a descendant of a branch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

However, just as the leg that tore through the air was about to touch his chest at the last second—

"Don't think about it!"

A deafening roar, as powerful as shattering gold and breaking rocks, exploded fiercely from the purple dragon breath!

Chen Xin, who was being suppressed by the dragon's breath, had bloodshot eyes.

Chen Xin didn't try to resolve the situation with his soul skills, because he knew it was too late. He made the most resolute and decisive choice!

puff--!
Chen Xin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.

At the same time, the soul power within Chen Xin's body reversed its flow in a self-destructive manner, and violent sword energy erupted from his body without reservation!
"Eighth Soul Skill: Sword Pierces the Sky!"

Chen Xin actually broke free from Wei Ang's suppression at the cost of severely injuring himself!
A sword light, condensed to its extreme, ignored the distance in space and instantly appeared in front of Ning Fengzhi.

Wei Ang reacted quickly, following behind Chen Xin and attacking.

"I'm saying, do you look down on me?"

Wei Ang squinted, and behind him, the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon roared to the sky, attacking Chen Xin from behind.

clang--! ! !
The crimson and purple dragon shadows collided violently with the dazzling sword light!

A terrifying energy storm exploded outwards from the two of them.

The entire sky-covered arena trembled violently.

Ning Junlan's figure gracefully flipped in the air, landing lightly back on the spot, a hint of unexpected anger flashing across her face.

Her attack was actually blocked.

On the other side, however, was a scene of utter devastation.

Click...

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and a clear crack appeared on the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand!

Chen Xin was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

As the man flew through the air, blood rained down, finally slamming heavily against the edge of the ring with a muffled thud.

"Uncle Jian!"

Ning Fengzhi's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He rushed to Chen Xin's side without hesitation and helped him up.

At this moment, Chen Xin's face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak.

Ning Junlan's 100,000-year-old soul bone and soul skills were not much of a burden for Chen Xin because Ning Junlan's soul power was suppressed to level 79.

But most of them were Wei Ang, who followed behind Chen Xin.

Chen Xin paid a heavy price for this, damaging his own meridians and forcibly breaking through the suppression.

"Cough cough..."

Chen Xin coughed violently, and with each cough, bloody fragments of his internal organs gushed out.

Chen Xin looked at the Seven Kill Sword with cracks in his hand, his eyes filled with sorrow and resentment.

"Hahaha... What a touching bond between master and servant!"

Wei Ang's laughter was full of undisguised sarcasm. He slowly walked forward, looking down at the two disheveled men as if they were ants.

"To save a support character, he got himself into this half-dead state."

"Chen Xin, you, the 'Number One Swordsman' of Douluo Continent, have truly broadened my horizons." Ning Junlan also walked over, her icy gaze falling on Ning Fengzhi, and said indifferently:

"Do you see that? This is your 'way'—fragile and easily defeated."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's destiny is to depend on the strong, and you have chosen the wrong one to depend on.

Ning Junlan's gaze then turned to Chen Xin, her tone tinged with pity:

"And your so-called 'protection' is nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly laughable."

humiliation!

Each word, each sound, was like the sharpest knife, piercing deeply into Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's hearts.

It also resonated deeply in the hearts of every Douluo Continent citizen who watched the celestial canopy.

The mainland was utterly silent.

Countless people clenched their fists, their nails digging deep into their palms, but could only helplessly watch the despairing scene on the screen.

“Charm…”

Chen Xin trembled as she pushed away Ning Fengzhi's support, using the cracked Seven Kill Sword to prop herself up, and stood up unsteadily.

Chen Xin's spine remains straight.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School... only has Soul Masters who died in battle..."

Chen Xin gasped for breath, his voice hoarse, yet every word was firm and resounding.

"There are no... cowards who surrender!"

"well said."

Wei Ang clapped his hands, his smile growing increasingly cruel.

"I will grant you your integrity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his ninth spirit ring, the crimson spirit ring symbolizing 100,000 years of cultivation, suddenly lit up!

A terrifying dragon's might, far exceeding anything seen before, instantly enveloped the entire arena!

"Ninth Soul Skill - Purple Dragon God's Wrath!"

Wei Ang's figure completely merged with the illusory image of the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon behind him, transforming into a towering, earth-shaking purple-gold dragon god.

Wei Ang slowly raised his dragon claw, and in the center of the claw, a purple energy ball containing an aura of destruction was rapidly condensing.

This strike was enough to completely obliterate the entire arena, along with Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi on it!

Ning Fengzhi's face drained of color, leaving only endless despair.

However, even in this abyss of despair, Chenxin smiled.

Chen Xin laughed with a desolate and resolute expression.

"Feng Zhi, in my entire life, I have never betrayed the sword in my hand."

Chen Xin turned her head and looked deeply at Ning Fengzhi, her eyes filled with a hint of apology and relief.

"Today, let me... pave the way for you one last time!"

Om-!
All of Chen Xin's spirit rings lit up at this moment, and then shattered one by one!

First spirit ring, shattered!

Second spirit ring, shattered!

……

The eighth spirit ring shattered!

With each soul ring shattered, Chen Xin's aura surged, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand let out a mournful cry.

The cracks on the sword were increasing, but the light shining through them was growing brighter and brighter!
"Ring explosion!?"

For the first time, Wei Ang's smile froze, replaced by a look of seriousness.

This is different from the Haotian Sect's exploding ring technique.

The Haotian Sect's "exploding rings" technique involves breaking open the soul rings to increase power, but it only weakens the user for a few days.

But Chen Xin's explosive ring technique truly shows he's going all out!

Soul Masters from all over the continent stood up in shock at this moment!
(End of this chapter)