Douluo Continent: Peerless Angel Qian Renxue

Sword Douluo was overjoyed and slowly sheathed the Seven Kill Sword.

Although this single word "kill" was his first kill, it also represented the culmination of his most devastating strike.

He knew who his father had lost to: the legendary Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo. He had come today to challenge him, but he had encountered an obstacle, or rather, someone blocking his way.

He could naturally see the relationship between the girl and the high priest, which resembled a struggle between two families.

Therefore, he has never given up on honing his Seven Kill Sword and the "Killing Technique," and today's first set of small combos is incredibly smooth and fluid.

When someone is so eager to defeat someone, they can unleash unexpected potential, just like Qian Renxue used her damaged level nine soul guide armor to activate her fourth transformation.

"Holy Maiden, this move shouldn't be enough to make you hide," Sword Douluo said coldly. "Let's continue. Giving up halfway isn't the style of a swordsman."

Suddenly, he felt a slight pain in his wrist. Confused, he reached out and shook his hand, and another drop of blood splattered out.

Qian Renxue revealed herself and smiled slightly: "I'm actually quite averse to sneak attacks sometimes. You attacked without warning at the beginning, which startled me. But your sword energy is too slow; compared to the one you're challenging, it's nothing."

She recounted an experience from ten thousand years ago when she underwent a trial by an angel, where she had to withstand Qian Daoliu's attacks for the duration of an incense stick burning. In the very first round, Qian Daoliu attacked without warning, sending her flying.

"I've heard the story of your father challenging him. He later told me that your father only possessed the so-called 'Killing Technique,' but didn't have anything of his own in it. So his relationship with the Seven Kill Sword was merely that of a Soul Master and a Martial Soul. Do you understand?"

Sword Douluo's eyes twitched slightly; he understood the meaning behind Qian Renxue's words. Indeed, his father had been blocked nine times by Qian Daoliu's Angelic Martial Soul power, which then reversed the impact and injured his internal organs, leading to his death.

"Could it be that the flames the Holy Maiden just witnessed were what she called her own?" Sword Douluo said slowly.

"You should know about my martial spirit," Qian Renxue said calmly. "In fact, my fifth soul skill can also condense a sacred sword. And no matter which one I use, or even any random longsword, I can use the sword intent I just saw. But you can't. The so-called Killing Technique is just an ability bound to the Seven Killing Sword."

"You think that once you reach level 96, you understand what the true fusion of a Soul Master and a Martial Soul is, but you are still far from it." Qian Renxue shook her head slightly.

"Is being aggressive also the style of a swordsman?" Sword Douluo couldn't help but frown.

"Whether it's being aggressive or offering unpleasant advice, you should know in your heart," Qian Renxue said casually. "To put it bluntly, in the Douluo Continent, he is truly the number one swordsman in the world. It's just that he hasn't shown his face for too long, causing the world to forget him. In the world of swords, your status is probably only enough to help him throw firewood into the forge."

"..." Sword Douluo remained silent. He did not refute her, because he knew that Qian Renxue was right.

"Years later, I finally understand how my father felt back then." Sword Douluo nodded. "I am Sword Dao Chenxin. May I ask your name?"

"Qian Renxue," Qian Renxue said slowly, "the daughter of the current Pope and the granddaughter of the High Priest."

"I recall a document from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School mentioning that the Pope had a daughter who died young. If she were still alive, and if she were you, she would be over fourteen years old."

"This world is full of lies; what you see isn't necessarily the truth." Qian Renxue smiled. "A weapon used for ambushes can cost millions of gold soul coins. Can a child possibly master something like that?"

"I've learned a lot." Sword Douluo nodded slightly. "However, please consider my resolve."

A strange silence fell between the two sides, as if neither wanted to be the first to strike, as if the one who made the first move would reveal a weakness.

Sword Douluo roared, breaking the silence. His Seven Kill Sword suddenly expanded in the wind, instantly creating a huge sword shadow that was over a hundred meters long and nearly thirty meters wide.

But this wasn't his offensive tactic; one "kill" after another followed the massive sword shadow. Sword Douluo unleashed six sword strikes in a short span of time. Approximately nineteen years ago, the seventy-two-year-old Chen Xin witnessed his father's sudden death. From his father's story, he learned the necessary conditions to advance from an ordinary Title Douluo to a peak Douluo. He didn't know if he would ever reach level ninety-nine in his lifetime, but he knew that today he must at least defeat this young swordsman.

He had honed himself for nineteen years to achieve this, a time long enough to forge an ordinary block of iron into the sharpest blade in the world. He wanted to show Qian Renxue through his actions that he would never be content to be just an ordinary person adding firewood to a fire.

So he unleashed one strike after another with tremendous force, like a mountain collapsing.

Qian Renxue and his "Kill" character brushed past each other, unleashing a torrential downpour of sword light towards Sword Douluo, countless sword energies colliding with each other. The power of light and fire met the "Kill" character, the bursting energy slicing through the surrounding space, the ear-piercing sounds overlapping, sounding like thunder rumbling.

This was not the end. After the first exchange, the two sides passed each other again. The vibrations in the air were deafening. It was as if a phantom of a fire dragon was roaring in Qian Renxue's sword shadow, forcefully neutralizing Sword Douluo's attack.

At this moment, her strength was in no way inferior to that of Sword Douluo, and she was even more at ease. In the midst of the clash of swords, each of her strikes accurately hit the middle part of the Seven Kill Sword. Like some ferocious beasts, the "waist" is its weakest point.

As the battle progressed to the back field, the Seven Kill Sword emitted a crisp "ding—" sound. However, this was not a long, drawn-out sound, but rather the result of countless strikes by Qian Renxue. With sufficient force, she achieved unparalleled speed, with no interval between each strike.

"Too slow." Qian Renxue's voice seemed to echo in Sword Douluo's ears.

At this moment, the Seven Kill Sword was suppressed to the point of being unable to breathe. Moreover, only Qian Renxue knew that when she used the Angelic Holy Sword at this time, she did not show the suppression of "divine weapon against weapon spirit". She was simply fighting with her most exquisite swordsmanship and did not even use any spirit skills.

At this moment, Sword Douluo suddenly realized something: a large part of the reason why he was able to be invincible before was because of Ning Fengzhi's assistance. When the amplification brought by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile True Body was added to his level 96 strength, it would be strange if he could not become the so-called number one offensive martial soul in the world.

"You are to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School what you are to the Spirit Hall." Qian Renxue was still able to speak at this moment, and her voice appeared directly in Sword Douluo's mind. "Therefore, there is no such thing as treating enemies as friends or cherishing each other between us. In today's battle, one of us will inevitably fall."

Qian Renxue suddenly stopped about ten meters in front of Sword Douluo. At this distance, she could easily injure him with a single sword strike, but Sword Douluo did not make a move.

"Are you finally going to use your full strength?" Sword Douluo gripped his Seven Kill Sword, stabilizing it from its trembling state.

"But as a swordsman, I am willing to give you the utmost respect," Qian Renxue said slowly. "This next move is my greatest understanding of the so-called sword intent. Therefore, I ask you to unleash your strongest attack and fight me to the death."

Sword Douluo slowly nodded, and the ninth star on his Seven Kill Sword lit up at that moment; and behind Qian Renxue, a huge golden halo also rose up.

"Seven Kill Sword, Nine Kills Combined into One, Thirteen Consecutive Slashes!" Sword Douluo roared, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand transformed into a giant sword, sweeping across the sky and slashing towards Qian Renxue.

At this moment, the 91-year-old Sword Douluo seemed to have returned to his youth. This was a sword strike with all his might, carrying all his determination.

He named this move—

"Gods! Funeral service!"

The enormous halo behind Qian Renxue was even more dazzling than the sun in the sky at this moment.

Holy Wrath: The Power of Life and Death!

The second golden sun formed a massive force field vortex, drawing in the surrounding天地元力 (heaven and earth energy) and finally condensing it onto the Angelic Holy Sword.

Without a sound, Sword Douluo slowly closed his eyes.

He etched the final scene into his mind: the platinum-gold figure appeared behind him, standing in the sunrise-like firelight. (End of Chapter)