Boom—
As Sword Douluo pointed his finger, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed through the sky.
A massive Seven Kill Sword hung high in the air, its entire body radiating a blinding blue light, with its tip aimed directly at Dai Chengfeng.
As it descended, the sword's blade sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The clouds were split apart, rapidly dispersing to either side, revealing a vast expanse of azure sky.
Where the clouds parted, sunlight pierced down like arrows, forming a dazzling halo on the surface of the giant sword.
Witnessing this scene, Bibi Dong let out a soft sigh. Her slender fingers gently stroked Qiu'er's golden fur. "It's over."
Her voice was calm and indifferent, but she soon shook her head slightly, her brows furrowing. "How tasteless."
"To fight a junior and actually use your ultimate trump card…"
Upon hearing Bibi Dong's words, Qiu'er's eyes filled with worry.
Though she was only a spirit beast and not particularly strong, even she could sense the overwhelming destructive aura emanating from that colossal sword.
This caused her small body to tremble involuntarily.
As for Dai Chengfeng, who was directly facing this attack, his perception was even more profound.
An unprecedented sense of mortal danger enveloped him completely.
The sword intent contained within the colossal Seven Kill Sword struck his body like a physical force, making his breathing rapid and labored, as if a boulder were pressing down on his chest.
His muscles tensed involuntarily, every nerve stretched to its limit…
It felt as though he would be torn to pieces by this devastating sword qi in the next instant.
Thump thump thump~
Dai Chengfeng's heartbeat began to accelerate, but it wasn't fear—he grew even more excited, his fighting spirit burning brighter than ever.
"This is exactly what I wanted—this extreme pressure."
He whispered to himself, a wide smile unconsciously spreading across his lips.
The next moment, all four of Dai Chengfeng's soul rings appeared beneath his feet simultaneously. At the same time, Dai Chengfeng chose to pour all of his soul power into his spirit rings without reservation.
"What is Dai Chengfeng doing?"
Seeing Dai Chengfeng's actions, a flicker of confusion crossed Chen Xin's eyes.
After all, according to common sense, when faced with such a terrifying attack, one would either choose to dodge, defend, or at most counterattack.
But Dai Chengfeng stood still, allowing himself to be locked onto by the sword intent, merely channeling soul power into his spirit rings…
This choice was completely beyond Chen Xin's understanding.
But!
On the second floor of the inn—
Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted, shock flashing in her eyes.
She realized that Dai Chengfeng's movements seemed familiar. Many years ago, she had witnessed this very reaction during an earth-shattering battle—a person confronting an equally devastating attack…
Even after all these years, she couldn't forget it.
Meow meow~
At this moment, Qiu'er, held in Bibi Dong's arms, let out a soft cry as Bibi Dong's arm instinctively tightened slightly in her shock.
It was as if she were asking, "What's wrong?"
Only then did Bibi Dong snap back to reality, quickly loosening her grip while shaking her head. "Nothing."
She spoke softly, but inwardly she continued to mutter: Impossible, absolutely impossible!
How could Dai Chengfeng know that technique?
That was the hidden secret of the Hao Tian Sect!
Meanwhile, as Bibi Dong pondered—
Dai Chengfeng finally felt that his body had been pushed to its physical limits by the overwhelming sword qi. Every inch of his flesh was enduring unimaginable pain.
"Now!"
Dai Chengfeng roared inwardly, his voice filled with resolve.
Within his body, all four spirit rings lit up simultaneously. Yellow, purple, purple, and black lights swirled around him, gradually merging into his body.
This process was excruciating, as if countless blades were slicing through his meridians.
Fine cracks began to appear on the surface of his skin, and blood seeped from his trembling lips and forehead.
But his gaze grew even more resolute, his fighting spirit burning to its peak.
"Ugh—"
Dai Chengfeng let out a muffled groan of pain, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.
The soul power within his body surged wildly. His muscles expanded, his bones crackled, and his presence skyrocketed to an unprecedented level as the four spirit rings fused with his body.
White Tiger Overlord Spear Fourth Form—Exploding Ring!
"Amazing!"
Bam—
The next moment, Dai Chengfeng transformed into a streak of golden lightning, launching himself off the ground with astonishing speed, charging straight toward the colossal sword in the sky.
Without using any soul skills, he relied solely on raw soul power—power far beyond what a 41st-rank soul master should possess…
A direct clash!
In this moment, the air around him compressed into a tangible form, creating a transparent shockwave.
"What… what kind of soul skill is this?!"
Chen Xin exclaimed in astonishment, unable to help himself.
Dai Chengfeng had already been formidable before, but in this instant, his presence soared again, doubling or even surpassing its previous level. As his spirit rings continued to merge with his body, his aura kept rising.
Boom—
The next moment, Dai Chengfeng leapt into the air.
His soul power clashed violently with Chen Xin's Sword Dao: Man and Sword as One, resulting in a deafening explosion.
The terrifying energy fluctuation spread outward from the point of impact like a storm.
The entire backyard of the inn was devastated by this force. A deep trench was carved into the ground, surrounding trees were uprooted, and fragments of stone and wood flew everywhere.
The shockwave sent Chen Xin's robes and Ning Rongrong's long hair billowing.
But the next moment, an abrupt change occurred.
At the instant of the collision, all the soul power in Dai Chengfeng's body suddenly vanished, leaving him looking extremely weak.
Immediately afterward, he was knocked flying backward by Chen Xin's sword qi, his body tracing an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, a trail of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Strangely, however, Dai Chengfeng showed no sign of discouragement. Instead, his eyes remained alight with excitement.
"I did it, I've mastered it! No, wait—I haven't fully mastered it yet…"
Ning Rongrong watched this scene, her eyes filled with tension. "What's wrong with Dai Chengfeng? Did he lose and get too shocked?"
With that thought, she rushed over to Dai Chengfeng, extending her hands to steady his shoulders.
Meanwhile, Sword Douluo had already landed back on the ground. "No, he won."
Chen Xin looked at Dai Chengfeng lying on the ground, his expression complex.
He retracted his nearly undamaged Seven Kill Sword and murmured softly, "This has exceeded my expectations…"
On the surface, he had won this battle, but inwardly, he felt a strange sense of awe.
This young man's performance had surpassed all analysis.
"He won?"
Ning Rongrong was even more confused. "He won? Then why does he look like this?"
Crash—
At this moment, Bibi Dong smashed through the window, not even bothering to use the door, and rushed directly to Dai Chengfeng's side.
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