When he entered, he immediately noticed that Clan Leader Ning Fengzhi was already seated on the clan leader's chair. With a refined attitude Ning Fengzhi gave him a calm, approving nod, his gaze carrying warmth, signaling Chen Dao to move forward.
At the center of the hall stood his grandfather, Chen Xin—the Sword Douluo himself. His Seven Kill Sword martial soul was already manifested, floating beside him like an extension of his will.
Chen Xin's silver hair was neatly combed back, his face unadorned, his eyes only half open. Yet his aura alone was enough to make the surrounding elders hold their breath. That sharp, suffocating pressure—like the edge of a sword honed for centuries—made even the air tremble.
The Seven Kill Sword was as domineering as its reputation, a massive ancient blade five feet long and half a foot wide, emanating a deadly sharpness that seemed capable of splitting the world.
Chen Xin finally opened his eyes, sharp light flashing from them. His usually calm voice carried solemn weight as he asked:
"Dao… are you ready?"
Chen Dao suppressed his racing heartbeat and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Grandfather."
With a slight motion of Chen Xin's hand, the ritual began. A unique aura of sword intent spread through the hall. The elders stepped back instinctively, giving Chen Dao the center of the ritual space.
Chen Dao felt something deep within him stir. His bloodline resonated, his veins thrummed, and a force awakened in his right hand. But at that exact moment—inside the depths of his consciousness—the sword amulet from his previous life shone with a blinding light, far brighter than ever before.
A sharp pain lanced through his body, but it quickly turned into warmth, then overwhelming strength.
In a burst of radiance, a martial soul appeared in his grasp.
Not a Seven Kill Sword.
But something older, more profound—an ancient sword, its blade etched with mysterious runes, its edge radiating not just sharpness, but dominion. Even the Seven Kill Sword floating beside Chen Xin trembled faintly in acknowledgment.
Chen Dao's heart skipped a beat.
'The amulet… Was it the cause of mine Martial Soul mutataion?
The aura from his sword expanded outward, creating a faint illusory domain around him. Within it, faint traces of sword qi flickered—different types, distinct in nature. His senses whispered to him: nine types of sword qi, each unique, each destructive.
Chen Dao gripped the hilt firmly. His lips curled slightly. 'So this is my martial soul…'
Lifting his head, he looked directly at Chen Xin and said with clear voice:
"Grandfather, this sword's aura carries nine distinct killing intents. It should be named the Nine Kill Sword."
The hall fell silent.
Chen Xin's sharp eyes widened slightly—a rare display of shock from the Sword Douluo himself. The elders whispered amongst themselves, astonished at the unprecedented martial soul.
Chen Xin finally gave a slow nod, his tone carrying both pride and gravity:
"Good. From today, your martial soul shall be known as the Nine Kill Sword."
He then brought out a crystal orb from his sleeve. Everyone immediately recognized it as the soul power testing crystal. "Dao, place your hand here."
Chen Dao complied, pressing his palm against the orb. At once, a dazzling light erupted, filling the hall like a miniature sun.
"Blinding light!"
"Such brightness…"
"It can't be…"
Gasps echoed among the elders.
Chen Xin's usually calm face broke into a smile as he declared:
"Level 10 innate soul power!"
A rare laugh of genuine joy escaped the Sword Douluo's lips. "Heaven itself blesses me with such a descendant!"
Excitement filled the hall,everyone gave congratulations To Chen Xin. However, after congratulating Chen Xin and Chen Dao, Ning Fengzhi seemed to be thinking about something.
' While the mysterious organization staring, we should keep our real talents hidden' Ning Fengzhi thought sharply.
After some time he raised his hand, his voice clear and authoritative:
"This information must never leave this hall. To the outside world, Chen Dao's innate soul power shall be reported as level 8, no more. If word spreads, the Spirit Hall, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and countless others will covet him."
Chen Xin and Gu Rong the only titled douluo present there understood the implications of his words.
Ning Fengzhi's words were followed by the overwhelming release of pressure—Chen Xin and Gu Rong's Title Douluo auras exploding simultaneously. The walls and floor creaked under the terrifying suppression, while the elders lowered their heads in obedience.
Chen Dao lowered his gaze respectfully, but inside, his heart brimmed with satisfaction.
'They're protecting me… but it also means I have more freedom to act in the shadows. Level 10 innate soul power—, I will already be far ahead.'
A smirk flickered in his heart.' Yu Ming… I wonder, what will your level be? Can you even compare to me now?'
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Location :Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
"Level 10 soul power!" Yu Yuanzhen's deep voice reverberated through the ancestral hall, unable to mask the tremor of excitement.
Before him stood a little boy of six, with jet-black hair that framed a pair of equally dark eyes. His body was still tender with youth, yet a strange aura lingered around him, one that did not belong to an ordinary child.
Yu Yuanzhen, patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was a man of towering presence, his muscles honed like tempered steel, and his aura sharp with the authority of a true powerhouse. He was at Level 94, one step away from becoming a Super douluo. As a peak expert standing at the summit of the soul master world, his expression rarely revealed his inner emotions. Yet at this moment, his lips curled into an uncontrollable smile, his chest rising with pride.
The reason stood right in front of him—his grandson, Yu Ming.