Chapter 42 Complete Suppression! Chen Xin Fights to the Death:
Nine Rings Explode Simultaneously, What Does Death Matter!
Ning Junlan's right leg transformed into a crimson dragon shadow, carrying unparalleled speed and a piercing shriek that tore through the air.
It kicked fiercely towards Ning Fengzhi's chest!
This strike was extremely fast and extremely ruthless!
Ning Junlan, suppressed by the Heavenly Curtain into a 'Level 79' support-type Soul Saint, unleashed a terrifying attack that even a Title Douluo would take notice of, enhanced by her 100,000-year-old Soul Bone!
In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, only the ever-growing crimson dragon shadow and endless despair remained.
He finally understood.
This duel, from the very beginning, was not about proving any "Dao."
It was about... humiliation.
Humiliation!
Utter humiliation!
The deadly crimson dragon shadow was reflected in Ning Fengzhi's pupils.
The shadow of death had never loomed over him so clearly.
He had spent his life strategizing and leading the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to unprecedented heights.
He had never imagined he would die in such a humiliating way at the hands of a descendant of a branch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
However, just as the leg, tearing through the air, was about to touch his chest—
"Don't even think about it!"
A roar as powerful as shattering gold and stone erupted from the purple dragon breath!
Suppressed by the dragon breath, Chen Xin's eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot.
Chen Xin didn't try to use his soul skill to neutralize it, because he knew it was too late. He made the most resolute and decisive choice!
*Pfft!*
Chen Xin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering it onto the Seven Kill Sword in his hand.
At the same time, the soul power within Chen Xin reversed its flow in a self-destructive manner, and a violent sword aura erupted from his body without reservation!
"Eighth Soul Skill: Sword Piercing the Sky!"
Chen Xin, at the cost of severely injuring himself, forcefully broke free from Wei Ang's suppression!
A sword light, condensed to its extreme, ignored spatial distance and instantly appeared in front of Ning Fengzhi.
Wei Ang reacted extremely quickly, following behind Chen Xin and attacking.
"I say, are you looking down on me?"
Wei Ang narrowed his eyes, the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon behind him roaring to the sky as it attacked from behind Chen Xin.
Clang—!!!
The crimson and purple dragon shadows collided with the dazzling sword light!
A terrifying energy storm exploded outwards from the two of them.
The entire Sky Arena trembled violently.
Ning Junlan's figure gracefully flipped in the air, landing lightly back on the spot, a hint of unexpected anger flashing across her face.
Her attack had actually been blocked.
On the other side, however, was a scene of utter carnage.
Crack…
A crisp cracking sound rang out, and a clear crack appeared on the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand!
Chen Xin was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Blood rained down as he flew through the air before he slammed heavily against the edge of the arena with a dull thud.
"Uncle Jian!"
Ning Fengzhi, his eyes bloodshot, rushed to Chen Xin's side and helped him up.
Chen Xin's face was deathly pale, his aura utterly weak.
Ning Junlan's 100,000-year-old soul bone skill, suppressed to level 79 by Ning Junlan's soul power, posed little burden to Chen Xin.
But the greater burden came from Wei Ang, who was following behind him.
Chen Xin had paid a heavy price for this, damaging his own meridians and forcibly breaking the suppression.
"Cough cough..."
Chen Xin coughed violently, each cough releasing bloody fragments of his internal organs.
Looking at the cracked Seven Kill Sword in his hand, Chen Xin's eyes were filled with sorrow and resentment.
"Hahaha... What a touching display of master-servant affection!"
Wei Ang's laughter was filled with undisguised sarcasm. He slowly strode forward, looking down at the two disheveled figures with eyes that seemed to regard them as mere ants.
"To save a support-type character, you've reduced yourself to this half-dead state. Chen Xin, you, the 'Number One Swordsman' of Douluo Continent, have truly broadened my horizons."
Ning Junlan also approached, her icy gaze falling on Ning Fengzhi. She said indifferently, "Do you see? This is your 'Dao,' fragile and easily defeated..The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's destiny is to depend on the strong, and you chose the wrong object to depend on."
Ning Junlan's gaze then turned to Chen Xin, her tone tinged with pity:
"And your so-called 'protection' is nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly laughable."
Humiliation!
Each word, each sound, was like the sharpest knife, piercing the hearts of Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.
It also pierced the hearts of every Douluo Continent citizen watching the scene unfold.
A deathly silence fell over the continent.
Countless people clenched their fists, their nails digging deep into their palms, yet they could only helplessly watch the despairing scene on the screen.
"Fengzhi..."
Chen Xin trembled as she pushed away Ning Fengzhi's support, using the cracked Seven Kill Sword to prop herself up, and stood up unsteadily.
Chen Xin's spine remained ramrod straight.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School...only has Soul Masters who died in battle..."
Chen Xin gasped, his voice hoarse, yet each word resounding.
"No...cowards who surrendered!"
"Well said."
Wei Ang clapped his hands, his smile growing increasingly cruel.
"I will grant you your honor!" As soon as he finished speaking, his ninth Soul Ring, the crimson ring symbolizing 100,000 years of cultivation, suddenly lit up!
A terrifying dragon's might, far surpassing anything before, instantly enveloped the entire arena!
"Ninth Soul Skill - Purple Emperor Dragon God's Wrath!"
Wei Ang's figure completely merged with the illusory Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon behind him, transforming into a towering, purple-gold dragon god.
Wei Ang slowly raised his dragon claw, and within its palm, a purple energy ball containing an aura of destruction was rapidly condensing.
This strike was enough to completely obliterate the entire arena, along with Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi!
Ning Fengzhi's face drained of color, leaving only endless despair.
However, in this abyss of despair, Chen Xin smiled.
Chen Xin laughed desolately, a resolute laugh.
"Feng Zhi, in my entire life, I have never betrayed the sword in my hand."
Chen Xin turned his head, giving Ning Feng Zhi a deep look, his eyes filled with a hint of apology and relief.
"Today, let me... pave the way for you one last time!"
*Whoosh!*
All the spirit rings on Chen Xin's body lit up at this moment, and then, one after another, shattered! The first spirit ring, shattered!
The second spirit ring, shattered!
The eighth spirit ring, shattered!
With each shattered spirit ring, Chen Xin's aura surged, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand let out a mournful cry.
The cracks on the sword multiplied, but the light emanating from them grew ever brighter!
"Ring explosion!?"
Wei Ang's smile froze for the first time, replaced by a look of solemnity.
This was different from the Haotian Sect's ring explosion.
The Haotian Sect's ring explosion was to break open the spirit ring to increase its power, but it would only weaken it for a few days.
But Chen Xin's ring explosion was a true desperate act!
Soul Masters across the entire continent stood up in shock at this moment!
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