"I've long heard of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's legendary power. Today, would the two of you grant me the honor of witnessing it firsthand?"
Chen Xiaoming's eyes burned with battle intent. At this point, he was already unmatched—aside from gods, only a select few individuals and spirit beasts in the Douluo Plane possessed the strength to challenge him.
Among those, Tang Hao and Chen Xin were not weak. As a Super Douluo, Chen Xin wielded an overwhelmingly powerful martial spirit, standing on par with the Clear Sky Hammer. This prospect made Chen Xiaoming's blood boil with excitement.
He just wasn't sure whether Chen Xin could withstand blows as well as Tang Hao!
"Young friend, what—"
"Be careful!"
Before Ning Fengzhi could finish his words, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's aura abruptly changed. In a flash, he pulled Ning Fengzhi back, and the next moment, an overwhelming pressure exploded outward, instantly engulfing the entire office.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The desks, chairs, and teacups inside shattered in an instant. The terrifying soul power pressure caused the entire office building to tremble slightly.
Outside, Flender immediately sensed the disturbance. His expression changed as he grabbed Grandmaster and swiftly retreated.
"Move!"
He shouted a warning to Tang San and the others. Feeling an unsettling pressure, they wasted no time in following Flender's retreating figure.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, Flender's office building burst apart. Several figures shot out from the wreckage—one of them was Chen Xiaoming, while the other two were Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
"Hahaha! Excellent, Sword Douluo Chen Xin! Come, let's fight to our heart's content today!"
With a leap, Chen Xiaoming shot toward the dense forest outside Shrek Academy. This place was unsuitable for battle—if two Titled Douluo clashed here, the entire academy would be reduced to rubble.
The earlier exchange had left Chen Xin wary. He had not expected Chen Xiaoming's spirit power to surpass his own.
After all, after reaching Rank 95, every additional level of soul power represented an immense increase in strength. Yet, at Rank 97, Chen Xin had failed to gain any advantage in their initial clash. The sheer terror of Chen Xiaoming's cultivation left him astonished.
"Fengzhi!"
Glancing at Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo felt an unexpected stir in his long-settled sword heart. At his level, opponents of similar strength were exceedingly rare.
Now, with Chen Xiaoming's arrival, he felt a long-lost thrill of battle.
"Sigh... let's go."
Understanding Chen Xin's unspoken desire, Ning Fengzhi nodded. Since Chen Xiaoming sought to test his strength, he might as well take the opportunity to gauge just how deep the man's power ran.
Swish! Swish!
In an instant, Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi followed after him, disappearing from sight.
"That's Father and Grandpa Sword!"
Ning Rongrong's expression changed as she watched them leave. Judging by their stance, a battle was imminent. Anxious, she immediately gave chase.
"Rongrong, be careful! Wait for me!"
Seeing Ning Rongrong rush off alone, Oscar shouted after her and quickly followed.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others exchanged glances before joining Flender in pursuit.
Shortly after, Zhao Wuji arrived at the scene, staring dumbfounded at the collapsed office building.
"What the hell happened?! I just stepped out for a moment, and now this?!"
...
Meanwhile, elsewhere—
Swish!
Before long, Chen Xiaoming arrived at the clearing where he had previously fought Tang Hao. This vast expanse provided the perfect battlefield.
Swish! Swish!
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin arrived shortly after, landing on scattered rocks. Seeing the surrounding destruction, both paused momentarily. Their extensive combat experience allowed them to immediately recognize that a fierce battle had taken place here before.
"Since you're here, I won't waste words."
With a light chuckle, Chen Xiaoming stepped forward.
A brilliant red glow erupted—
Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red!
Nine terrifying, blood-colored hundred-thousand-year soul rings emerged, surrounding Chen Xiaoming.
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were stunned. Hearing rumors was one thing, but witnessing this sight firsthand was entirely different.
An overwhelming surge of soul power radiated from Chen Xiaoming, his nine blood-red rings blooming around him like a sinister rose.
A flicker of green light shimmered in his right hand—a towering Azurewood Tree martial soul materialized, emanating a soft glow. Silver streaks of light flickered faintly along its trunk, carrying an eerie, unpredictable energy.
"Hah!"
With a low shout, Sword Douluo Chen Xin knew this was no time for hesitation. With a single step, he leapt forward, shielding Ning Fengzhi. A silver longsword appeared in his grasp—four feet three inches long, three inches wide, and a foot-long hilt. Pure silver, utterly unadorned.
As the sword emerged, the surrounding air trembled, as though sliced apart by an invisible blade.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—
Nine soul rings descended beneath his feet.
Swish!
Behind him, Ning Fengzhi summoned a small, dazzling pagoda. Seven radiant colors swirled around it—the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. Compared to Ning Rongrong's, Ning Fengzhi's emitted an even more brilliant radiance.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—
Seven soul rings appeared beneath him. Despite his lower soul rank of 79, few would dare underestimate the strategic power of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.
"Hahaha! Excellent! Prepare yourselves!"
Seeing Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi ready, Chen Xiaoming laughed heartily. Simultaneously, the light of his first and third soul rings shone.
"First Spirit Skill: Whiplash!"
"Third Spirit Skill: Entanglement!"
Countless branches shot out from beneath Chen Xiaoming, surging toward Sword Douluo.
In a battle between spirit masters, eliminating the support-type first was common sense.
However, today, Chen Xiaoming sought pure combat. He wanted to see just how powerful Chen Xin could become when enhanced by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Seeing the incoming assault, Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi remained composed. Having fought side by side for years, their coordination was seamless.
Sword Douluo raised his blade, activating his first, third, and fourth spirit skills.
"First Spirit Skill: Piercing Sword!"
"Third Spirit Skill: Flowing Like Water!"
"Fourth Spirit Skill: Killing Intent Unleashed!"
His first skill boosted attack power by 30%, causing his sword to shimmer with dazzling light. His third skill sent a sword beam slicing toward the oncoming branches.
But that was only the beginning.
Three streams of light flew forth, merging into the sword's radiance.
"Seven Treasures shines bright—Second: Speed!"
"Seven Treasures shines bright—Third: Spirit!"
"Seven Treasures shines bright—Fifth: Attack!"
A surge of power! Speed, spirit power, and attack strength rose by 70%, causing Sword Douluo's blade to extend over fifty meters, obliterating the incoming branches.
Yet, Chen Xin was not done.
With a final step, his fourth spirit skill activated—
A blade slash cut through space itself, its silver glow shimmering ominously.
The battle had begun!
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