Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning-Chapter 87 - 88 - Myriad Swords Return to the Sect! Qian Renxue Awakens!

Chapter 87 - 88 - Myriad Swords Return to the Sect! Qian Renxue Awakens!

Ning Fengzhi quickly pulled Ning Rongrong to the side, positioning themselves behind Chen Xin.

He knew that a great battle was about to unfold.

Yet Ning Fengzhi showed no signs of worry—after all, Chen Xin was the Sword Douluo, a Level 96 Power Attack Type Titled Douluo.

His Spirit was the peerlessly lethal Seven Kill Sword. Countless Spirit Masters had fallen beneath its edge. A mere Chrysanthemum Douluo? Not worth fretting over.

It was precisely because Chen Xin and Gu Rong held the fort at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect that so many would-be invaders were deterred.

Among the two, Chen Xin's contribution was undeniably greater. He was, without question, the unparalleled blade of this era.

Aside from the fabled Clear Sky Hammer, known as the strongest Tool Spirit in the world, Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword stood alone as a uniquely powerful Spirit.

In fact, Ning Fengzhi believed that, with the support of his own Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Chen Xin might even surpass the Clear Sky Clan's Clear Sky Hammer, reaching the true pinnacle of the world.

Chen Xin stared coldly at Chrysanthemum Douluo, his voice frosty.

"What are you planning, Chrysanthemum Douluo?"

"You snuck into my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect uninvited. What scheme is the Spirit Hall up to now?"

His sharp gaze bore into Chrysanthemum Douluo like unsheathed blades, exuding an oppressive aura.

What surprised Chen Xin slightly, however, was that Chrysanthemum Douluo showed no panic under such questioning.

Instead, he smiled lightly. "What? The continent is vast. Can I not go where I please? Must I report to you?"

Chen Xin laughed—not out of amusement, but out of disdain. "So that's how it is. Looks like this matter won't end peacefully today."

Chrysanthemum Douluo clasped his hands behind his back and lifted his chin slightly.

"Then come. Let me see just how formidable the so-called Sword Douluo really is."

His expression was laced with mockery and arrogance.

But Chen Xin's mind had long since been tempered by his Spirit into a calm sea, unshaken. He simply cupped his hands in return.

"Level 96 Power Attack Type Titled Douluo. Martial Spirit: Seven Kill Sword. Please enlighten me."

The moment he finished speaking, a longsword emanating an overwhelming killing intent materialized behind him, floating in mid-air.

Icy white sword energy curled and surged around the Spirit, slashing wildly through the air and stirring up fierce gales.

Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled as she cried out,

"Uncle Chen Xin is so cool! You got this!!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo simply smiled at the display, a flicker of disdain in his heart.

"Level 96 Control Type Titled Douluo. Martial Spirit: Chrysanthemum Transcendent. Please advise."

BOOM—!

A golden chrysanthemum burst into bloom behind him.

Petals spread in brilliant waves of gold, its radiant core shimmering under the sunlight—delicate, yet deadly.

Both Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi's expressions changed drastically as they locked their eyes on the immense Spirit Power surging from Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Ning Fengzhi gasped.

"When did this happen?!"

Titled Douluo were rare on the continent, and their ranks well-known. News of Chrysanthemum Douluo's bottleneck at Rank 95 had long been public knowledge.

But now, the man stood before them, having broken through to Level 96.

No wonder he had faced Chen Xin's interrogation so calmly—he was fully prepared.

Ning Fengzhi felt a bitterness rising in his chest, wanting desperately to believe this was all bluster.

But the massive Spirit Power and aura rolling off Chrysanthemum Douluo were undeniable.

Chen Xin, sensing Ning Fengzhi's unease, said flatly,

"No need to worry. Even if he's broken through to 96, he's just another Titled Douluo."

"Today, I'll show you what true, peerless slaughter means."

BOOM!

Nine Spirit Rings rose behind Chen Xin, one after another—

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black!

The final black ring even shimmered with threads of crimson—an astonishing 90,000-year Spirit Ring, nearly at the 100,000-year mark.

HUM—!

The sixth black Spirit Ring behind him lit up suddenly!

"Myriad Swords Return to the Sect!!"

Chen Xin was not one for pointless words. If a fight was necessary, he would go all out.

If he could finish it in one strike, all the better.

Whoooosh!!!

From every courtyard nearby, swords and metal tools began to rise into the air, drawn toward Chen Xin by an invisible force.

Each weapon was pulverized into dust, coalescing into tiny energy swords about three inches long, gathering in front of Chen Xin.

The number of miniature swords quickly grew—within moments, a hundred had formed, their killing aura soaring into the heavens.

Seeing this, even Chrysanthemum Douluo—previously full of confidence—felt a jolt of unease.

Had he gone too far?

"This man's insane!" he cursed inwardly, calling forth his nine Spirit Rings in full.

His sixth black ring flared brightly.

"Golden Stamen Rain!"

To counter Chen Xin's wide-area Myriad Swords Return to the Sect, his own AoE technique—Golden Stamen Rain—was the perfect response.

The Chrysanthemum Transcendent floated gently into the air, all its massive golden petals unfolding.

Its shimmering core radiated destructive energy, storing the accumulated power of its Spirit.

Ning Fengzhi, watching intently, led Ning Rongrong further away to safety.

He summoned his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, shielding them both with its light.

His eyes were fixed unblinking on the battle.

A clash between Titled Douluo was a rare opportunity—a golden chance for insight and growth.

He himself might never reach such a level again, but Ning Rongrong still had a future ahead of her.

HUMMMM—!

The hundreds of miniature swords before Chen Xin vibrated violently, the humming piercing the soul.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he raised his hands—then thrust them forward.

The storm of tiny swords erupted like a divine tempest, each one a blade of pure destruction, surging toward Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Bring it on!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo narrowed his eyes, then swung his hand.

From the golden core of the Chrysanthemum Transcendent, beams of golden light shot out like needles—intercepting the oncoming swords.

BOOOOM—!!!

A deafening explosion tore through the air!

The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect shook from the shockwave.

At the mountain gate—

Serpent Spear Douluo and Gu Rong, who had been resting with eyes closed, snapped awake simultaneously. Their expressions changed, and they immediately rushed into the sect.

Outside the sect, Ghost Douluo stood silently, gazing deep into the grounds. His brows furrowed.

"Old Chrysanthemum...?"

WHOOSH!

His shadow vanished in an instant, leaving behind several Spirit Masters by the carriage, all looking at one another in confusion.

Inside the carriage—

A golden figure trembled slightly.

Delicate and radiant, she lay asleep—her golden eyes twitching beneath closed lids.

Qian Renxue... was waking up.

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