Douluo Continent: Blue and Silver Twins, adopted by Bibi Dong

Chapter 98 Qianxun swiftly wields her sword, and Chenxin and Gurong die! Ning Fengzhi is terrified! (Please continue reading!)

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance simultaneously.

In that glance, there was neither fear of death nor desire for survival.

There was only a resolute look, and a poignant smile that suggested a hero's tragic end, yet remained proud and unyielding.

That's a tacit understanding unique to the strong.

They have their pride!

If they abandon their dignity and join the Spirit Hall, even if they live, it will be more painful than death for them!

"hehe----"

Chen Xin gave a bitter laugh. Although his hand holding the sword was still trembling, his eyes were clearer than ever before.

With the last ounce of strength in his body, he leaned on the cracked Seven Kill Sword, straightened his back with difficulty, and looked directly at the lofty Qian Xunji, uttering three words, one by one: "Impossible!"

The sound was soft, yet it was as powerful and resonant as metal striking the ground.

"Qian Xunji, you underestimate me, Chen Xin, and you underestimate the successor of the Seven Kill Sword."

Chen Xin took a deep breath, his eyes burning with two inextinguishable flames, a testament to his unwavering dedication to the family's honor: "Back then, my father was defeated by your father, Qian Daoliu, and was severely injured and on the verge of death, ultimately dying in despair."

"This blood feud is something I, Chen Xin, as a son, will never forget!"

"Under the Seven Kill Sword, only enemies are slain, not those who bestow favors!"

"You expect me to fawn over the son of my father's killer, and beg for mercy from the power of my father's killer?"

Chen Xin suddenly raised his head, his face covered in blood but unable to conceal his soaring arrogance, and shouted sharply, "Dream on!!!"

This roar, as if it had exhausted all his life force, echoed in the sky above the Great Soul Arena, moving countless people.

"good!

What a magnificent Seven Kill Sword!

Qianxun laughed in extreme anger, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that had become almost tangible, but before he could make a move, another voice rang out.

"Hehehe—Old Swordsman is right—"

Gu Rong coughed up blood as he laboriously turned over, lying on his back. He looked at Qian Xunji with the same disdainful gaze one would give a piece of trash, a signature mocking sneer on his lips: "Qian Xunji, stop pretending to be some big shot."

"Recruit us?"

"I think you're trying to lure us in and kill us, aren't you?"

Although Gu Rong was seriously injured, his mouth was still extremely venomous, and he deliberately poked at Qian Xunji's lungs: "And—you just said that we should pledge our loyalty to you?"

Pledge allegiance to the Spirit Hall?

"Pah!"

Gu Rong spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over Qian Xunji before turning to Bibi Dong, who stood with Lan Yue: "Your Spirit Hall, you always wave the banner of the Angel God, spouting nonsense about benevolence, morality, and holiness—"

"But what's the reality?"

"That saintess you've elevated to a divine status—I can smell her nauseatingly evil aura from eight hundred miles away!"

"That's not some sacred aura at all, that's darkness!"

It's depravity!

It smells even filthier than a rat in a sewer!

Gu Rong's voice grew louder and louder, filled with sarcasm and disdain: "The so-called Spirit Hall is nothing but a filthy place, all show and no substance!"

"Shall we both join this quagmire?"

"Even if I die, I'll die cleanly and honestly, I'd rather die than associate with you hypocrites!!!"

These words were like a series of resounding slaps to Qian Xunji's face.

It was also drawn on the so-called "sacred" signboard of the Spirit Hall.

The surrounding audience erupted in uproar. Although they dared not speak, the astonishment and doubt in their eyes were impossible to conceal.

Is the saint a fallen woman?

Is the Spirit Hall a den of iniquity?

This is an absolutely shocking revelation!

Qian Xunji's face turned completely dark.

If Chen Xin's rejection just made him angry, then Gu Rong's words had touched a raw nerve.

Bibi Dong's twin martial souls, especially the Soul-Devouring Spider King and the Death Spider King, are indeed extremely evil and wicked.

But they have always cultivated themselves in a dignified and upright manner.

There has never been any depraved behavior!

Such slander against the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall.

These two guys can't be allowed to live!

"court death!!!"

Qian Xunji squeezed out these two words through gritted teeth, his face contorted with a ferocious expression like that of a vengeful ghost.

Since they cannot be used by me, then—I will utterly destroy them!

"Since you are so eager to die, then I will grant your wish!"

boom-!!!

The soul power that Qian Xunji had been suppressing exploded without reservation at this moment.

The Angelic Holy Sword in his hand instantly swelled, and golden flames shot into the sky, illuminating the entire Great Soul Arena as if it were a sea of ​​fire.

Without the slightest hesitation.

There was not a shred of pity.

The greatsword, which symbolized divine judgment but was now filled with violent killing intent, swept across Chen Xin and Gu Rong below with earth-shattering power!

"No-!!!"

Inside the rest area, Ning Fengzhi let out a heart-wrenching, desperate roar, his eyelid instantly splitting open, blood flowing down.

He tried to rush out, but was held back tightly by the guards beside him.

They could only watch helplessly as the golden sword light instantly engulfed the two proud and unyielding figures.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was particularly jarring in the deathly silent arena.

A flash of golden light.

Two fine heads flew high into the air, and scalding blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ruins beneath their feet and also staining Ning Fengzhi's desperate eyes.

A grandmaster of swordsmanship, the Seven Kill Swordsman Chen Xin.

A mysterious and elusive bone dragon, the ancient banyan tree.

At this age when he should have been shining brightly, at this moment when he was only one step away from becoming a Title Douluo.

They both perished under the sword of Qian Xunji, the Pope of the Spirit Hall!

His body and head were separated!

Qian Xunji slowly sheathed the Angelic Holy Sword. The blade remained spotless, as smooth as a mirror, without a drop of blood on it.

Qian Xunji didn't even glance at the two corpses on the ground, as if he had just casually swatted two annoying flies.

Then, Qianxunji turned her head and fixed her gaze on Ning Fengzhi.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Next—whose turn is it?"

Qian Xunji, carrying the Angelic Holy Sword that was still radiating a blazing golden light, walked step by step toward Ning Fengzhi, who had already collapsed to the ground.

With each step he took, the terrifying killing intent rose like a tide.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi had long lost the elegant demeanor he once possessed as the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Liu Erlong, Yu Xiaoyan, Shi Qiang, and other members of the Royal Fighting faction beside him also retreated with pale faces.

Ning Fengzhi's face was ashen, his eyes staring blankly at the two decapitated corpses not far away, as if his soul had been ripped out.

Those are Chenxin and Gurong!

They are the two future guardians of the sect, and Ning Fengzhi's best friend!

That's it—gone?

"What?

Terrified?

Qian Xunji walked up to Ning Fengzhi, looking down at the lamb to the slaughter with a mocking and cruel gaze.