Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm.

Chen Xin looked at him.

"Great Offering, it's been a long time."

The two elderly people looked at each other for a moment.

Qian Daoliu turned around and walked into the offering hall.

Come in.

The wine is ready.

Chen Xin followed behind him.

Ning Rongrong stood at the bottom of the steps, watching Qian Daoliu's retreating figure, and asked softly, "Brother Jin Chen, who is that old man?"

Jin Chen crouched down to be at eye level with her.

"That's Grandfather Qian, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, and the Supreme Emperor of the Spirit Empire."

He's incredibly strong, even stronger than my grandfather.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"Will he protect me too?"

Jin Chen nodded.

Yes.

Grandpa Qian loves children the most.

Ning Rongrong smiled.

Clutching the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda, she ran up the steps, following behind Chen Xin.

Her footsteps were soft, but they were exceptionally clear in the empty hall.

Qian Daoliu stopped and turned to look at her.

"Are you Ning Rongrong?"

A thousand streams flowed.

Ning Rongrong nodded.

"Um!

My name is Ning Rongrong, I am six years old, my martial soul is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I possess innate full soul power.

Qian Daoliu looked at her, his cloudy old eyes filled with affection.

"it is good.

"If you need anything in Martial Soul City in the future, just come find me."

Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qian!"

Qian Daoliu turned around and continued walking inside.

Chen Xin followed behind him, and Ning Rongrong followed behind Chen Xin.

Ling Feng and Jin Chen walked at the very back.

The setting sun streamed in through the windows of the ancestral hall, casting long, long shadows of the five people.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, a faint clang of swords echoed from the training ground behind the main hall.

The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear and melodious, like a drop of cold water falling into boiling oil, exploding in the silent morning light.

Qian Daoliu stood at the edge of the training ground, hands behind his back, his white hair as white as snow, his white robe fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

He had been standing there for a long time, from before dawn until the east began to lighten, waiting for someone.

Last night, Chen Xin arrived in Wuhun Capital. Qian Daoliu arranged for him to stay in the guest courtyard on the east side of the Offering Hall, next to Ning Rongrong's residence.

This was Ling Feng's special instruction, and Chen Xin did not refuse, as he had only come along for Ning Rongrong's sake.

Silent all night.

Qian Daoliu knew that Chen Xin would come.

That Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School lived for nearly a hundred years and never bowed his head to anyone, nor did he ever submit to anyone.

His sword is his life, and his swordsmanship is his dignity.

He wouldn't just eat and stay at the Martial Soul Capital for free; he had to do something about it.

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Chen Xin, dressed in a white robe with snow-white hair, carried the Seven Kill Sword on his back. His steps were unhurried, each step landing on the bluestone slabs without making a sound.

He walked to the edge of the training ground and stood opposite Qian Daoliu, the two of them no more than three zhang apart.

The morning light shone on them, turning their white hair golden.

“Great Venerable One,” Chen Xin said calmly.

Qian Daoliu looked at him. "Sword Douluo."

Chen Xin reached behind her and grasped the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword.

The sword slowly emerged from its sheath, emitting a deep hum, a sound like the breath of an ancient behemoth or the shattering of millennia-old ice.

The Seven Kill Sword is entirely silver-white, with seven blood grooves engraved on its blade, each representing a life.

When the Seven Kill Sword is drawn, blood will surely be shed.

This was Chen Xin's rule when he was young; he rarely used a sword after he grew old.

"I would like to learn a few sword techniques from the Grand Elder." Chen Xin gripped his sword, his gaze falling on Qian Daoliu. "I know I am no match for the Grand Elder, but I still wish to give it a try."

Qian Daoliu looked at him, a hint of a smile flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"It has been many years since I last used a sword."

The last time I used a sword was thirty years ago, when I fought Tang Chen outside the City of Slaughter.

In that battle, my sword broke, and Tang Chen's sword also broke.

Later, I switched to the Angelic Martial Soul, and Tang Chen switched to the Clear Sky Hammer.

He put down the sword.

Chen Xin's brows twitched slightly.

"The High Priest's sword, is it the Angelic Sword?"

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"A part of the Angelic Armor, which has been with me my whole life."

It broke thirty years ago, and I had it repaired, but I haven't used it since.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Today, I would like to use it."

Qian Daoliu raised his right hand, and a golden light appeared in his palm.

Within the light was a sword, its blade entirely golden, inlaid with angelic emblems on its hilt, and engraved with ancient runes on its edge.

The Angelic Sword, one of the six pieces of the Angelic Armor set, followed Qian Daoliu his entire life, slaying countless enemies and saving countless lives.

Thirty years ago, it broke outside the City of Slaughter. Qian Daoliu spent three years repairing it, but never used it again.

It's not that I don't want to use it, it's that I'm afraid to use it.

I'm afraid that using it will remind me of Tang Chen, that fierce battle, and those who will never come back.

He needs it today.

It wasn't because of worldly desires, it was because of himself.

"Please." Qian Daoliu grasped the Angelic Divine Sword, and the runes on the sword lit up, illuminating the entire training ground with golden light.

Chen Xin also raised the Seven Kill Sword. The silver-white blade gleamed with a cold light, and the seven blood grooves looked like seven wounds in the morning light.

The two figures moved at the same time.

He has no soul skills, no soul rings, no soul power, only swordsmanship.

The purest, oldest, and most direct swordsmanship.

Qian Daoliu's Angelic Divine Sword pierced out with lightning speed, leaving a golden trail in the air as it aimed directly at Chen Xin's Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.

Chen Xin dodged to the side, and the Seven Kill Sword swept horizontally, the blade cutting through the air with a whistling sound, slashing towards Qian Daoliu's waist.

Chapter 235 Sparring

Qian Daoliu did not retreat. He pressed down with the Angelic Divine Sword, and the blades collided, producing a crisp hum.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire hall, startling the birds perched on the roof.

Chen Xin took a step back, but Qian Dao Liu remained completely still.

"The Grand Elder's swordsmanship is stronger than I imagined," Chen Xin said calmly.

Qian Daoliu looked at him. "Your swordsmanship is not weak either."

It's even purer than it was thirty years ago.

Chen Xin's brows twitched slightly.

"Does the High Priest still remember my swordsmanship from thirty years ago?"

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"Remember.

When you came to the Spirit Hall to deliver a message, you waited outside the Hall of Offerings for a quarter of an hour.

I watched you from upstairs for a quarter of an hour.

Your swordsmanship was still a bit raw back then, but now it's masterful.