Having just become a Title Douluo, Bibi Dong came to propose marriage.

Sword Douluo stared at Qin Yuan with a livid face, his body surging with energy, and at the same time, a giant Seven Kill Sword, a hundred meters long, soared into the sky.

"Since that's the case, then let this old man see just how strong the youngest Title Douluo powerhouse on the Douluo Continent truly is!"

"The cassia trees stand tall and green for miles, the partridges cry in the cool midday shade, the peaks above Yanping Ferry are sharp as if carved, the sword has flown away, the river is empty, and the water flows on!"

"Ninth Soul Skill: Greatsword Slashes Across the Sky, Man and Sword Become One!"

Sensing the energy fluctuations emanating from the air, Qin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said indifferently, "As expected of a level 96 Title Douluo, even with his cultivation suppressed, he can still unleash such astonishing energy."

Faced with such a top-tier expert, Qin Yuan's fighting spirit was completely ignited. "It's been a long time since I've had such an exhilarating battle. In that case, let me witness the true strength of Sword Douluo."

"court death!"

Sword Douluo's eyes had already turned into a sapphire blue. Then, he pressed his right hand down, and the giant sword behind him shot straight towards Qin Yuan in the distance like a monstrous dragon.

Qin Yuan suddenly jumped up, his body surging with energy, and his right arm's soul bone suddenly lit up.

"A 100,000-year-old right arm soul bone skill: Overturn Heaven and Earth, Ancient Rock, Mount Buzhou!"

Qin Yuan suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and a mountain a thousand meters high immediately appeared in mid-air, colliding with Sword Douluo's ninth soul skill.

A deafening explosion once again resounded throughout the entire area.

The thousand-meter-tall Buzhou Mountain and the hundred-meter-tall Seven Killings Giant Sword collided violently in mid-air, and a terrifying energy shockwave instantly swept across several miles.

The earth collapsed with a deafening roar, the wind howled like a knife, and even the sky was torn open with a dark spatial rift. The ear-piercing sound of soul skills colliding was so loud that it felt like one's eardrums would burst.

Sword Douluo's pupils shrank sharply. He could clearly feel that his ninth soul skill, which combined man and sword into one, using all his level 96 soul power, was being defeated step by step in front of that towering ancient rock barrier.

The sharpness of the Seven Kill Sword was constantly crushed by the immense power of Mount Buzhou, causing the sword to tremble violently and emit a humming sound as if it could not bear the weight.

"impossible!"

Sword Douluo let out a low shout, his sapphire blue eyes surging with disbelief and rage. He had roamed the Douluo Continent for hundreds of years and had never seen such a domineering and fierce defensive soul skill that could actually withstand his ultimate sword strike.

Qin Yuan stood in mid-air, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his face still showing that indifferent and calm expression. The brilliant golden light emanating from his 100,000-year-old soul bone enveloped his entire body, making him seem like the master of heaven and earth.

With a gentle press of his hand, Buzhou Mountain slid down another third, causing the Seven Killings Giant Sword to bend into an astonishing arc, its light visibly dimming.

"Sword Douluo, your strength truly deserves the prestige of a level 96 Title Douluo."

Qin Yuan spoke calmly, yet with an air of arrogance that seemed to look down upon the world, saying, "Unfortunately, my methods are far more than this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yuan's spirit rings suddenly surged, with nine dazzling spirit rings surrounding him. Among them, two blood-red 100,000-year spirit rings were particularly eye-catching. A terrifying pressure far exceeding that of an ordinary Title Douluo crushed towards Sword Douluo like a tsunami!

Sword Douluo's face turned deathly pale, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he gripped the Seven Kill Sword tightly in his hand, his soul power surging wildly within his body, but he still could not withstand that devastating power.

He was shaken so badly that he staggered backward, the void beneath his feet cracking inch by inch. He flew out of the domain like a cannonball and crashed directly into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Uncle Jian!"

The moment Ning Fengzhi saw Sword Douluo fall to the ground, he rushed over. He was about to use his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to help him when he suddenly felt a chilling sword intent appear on his neck.

"If you dare to unleash the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, I will sever your head."

Upon hearing the voice beside him, Ning Fengzhi stopped what he was doing, trembling all over, a look of fear flashing in his eyes.

He did not doubt the truth of this statement. In front of a Title Douluo, the life of a mere Soul Saint was as fragile as an ant.

Ning Fengzhi could only lower his hands again. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a sword aura whistling past his ear and shooting directly towards Sword Douluo.

A startling hissing sound rang out.

Hot blood gushed out.

An arm stained with blood was also severed at that moment.

Sword Douluo glared with eyes as big as copper bells and roared, "My hand! My hand!!!"

Seeing Jian Shu's hand being severed, Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened in anger. Now that Jian Shu's arm was broken, his strength would be greatly reduced, which would be an unimaginable catastrophe for their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Qin Yuan glanced at the Sword Douluo in pain, but ignored him. He sat down in his chair and said calmly, "I told you before, if you dare to provoke me, I will cut off one of your arms."

Ning Fengzhi helped the Sword Douluo to his feet, his face ashen, and said, "Your Majesty Qin Yuan, you've gone too far! Do you know that a Soul Master who has lost an arm is greatly weakened... Could it be that you...?"

"So what if it is?" Qin Yuan interrupted Ning Fengzhi, swirling his teacup as if it were none of his business, and said, "It was your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School that came to provoke us. Was it wrong of me to teach you a lesson?"

"Out of respect for the Heaven Dou Empire, I will spare your lives, but that doesn't mean I'll let you leave the courtyard unscathed."

Before Ning Fengzhi could react, he felt a burning sensation on his cheek, and a mouthful of hot blood gushed out like a fountain.

He crashed into the surrounding walls without any reaction, sending up a shower of pebbles.

"Feng Zhi!" Sword Douluo looked at Ning Feng Zhi who had been sent flying and wanted to make a move, but Qin Yuan kicked him to the ground and then stepped on him.

"I'd better advise your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise, I won't hesitate to wipe out your entire sect."

Sword Douluo spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "You think you can defeat me, a level 93 Title Douluo? If Feng Zhi hadn't failed to buff me, do you really think you're my match?"

Upon hearing Sword Douluo's words, Qin Yuan burst out laughing, then kicked Sword Douluo away before turning to look at Ning Fengzhi, who was lying on the ground with all his ribs broken.

Ning Fengzhi kept spitting out scarlet blood, staring at Qin Yuan with a face full of resentment, and said through gritted teeth, "If Uncle Jian's grandson Chen Chuan were still alive... he would definitely not let you be so presumptuous."

Qin Yuan smiled and said, "Chen Chuan? Hehe, that's true. If he were still alive, I would indeed need to give him some face. But now, you don't have that 'if' anymore."