Chapter 57 Enlightenment Through Dust! The Sword of Judgment! That Vilette is unfathomable!
Boom!
These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Chen Xin's mind.
I say it's a mountain, and it is a mountain!
How domineering this is!
How idealistic this is!
Instead of conforming to the characteristics of the sword, it uses its own will to forcibly define the existence of the sword.
It's not the sword that's killing people.
Rather, I am determined to kill, and the sword must obey!
Chen Xin's body trembled violently.
The confusion in his eyes was visibly dissipating, replaced by an unprecedented determination and fervor.
"I see..."
"I see..."
"All the sword skills I've honed over the past seventy years have gone to waste!"
Chen Xin suddenly closed her eyes.
A terrifying sword intent erupted from his body.
But this sword intent was no longer as sharp and full of bloody killing intent as before.
Instead, they became more reserved and profound.
Behind him, the phantom of the Seven Kill Sword slowly emerged.
This time.
The sword was no longer adorned with those flashy spirit rings.
There was only a thin layer of pure white light.
Click.
That was the sound of some kind of shackle breaking inside the body.
The seemingly insurmountable bottleneck of level 97, at this moment, is as fragile as paper.
Seven Kill Sword Path, Awaken!
The air in the entire hall became heavy, as if forcibly distorted by this will.
Qian Renxue stared intently at Chen Xin, clearly sensing that this Sword Douluo was undergoing a qualitative transformation.
This transformation is even more terrifying than obtaining a divinely bestowed soul ring.
Because that is a spiritual elevation.
Navelette watched this scene, nodded slightly, sat back down in her chair, and picked up the tea that had already cooled down.
"Good comprehension."
"This cup of tea was well worth the invitation."
boom--!
Just as Chen Xin comprehended that final half-step, a terrifying shockwave suddenly exploded, centered on his withered body.
That wasn't a runaway of soul power.
That was a pure outpouring of will.
The simple and unadorned phantom of the Seven Kill Sword now emitted a resounding clang as if it were a tangible object.
The air was filled with fine, visible traces, like countless invisible blades frantically cutting through everything around them.
The precious mahogany tables and chairs were instantly reduced to dust.
Even the hard stone bricks paving the ground began to crack inch by inch, spreading out spider web-like marks.
This newly awakened Seven Kill Sword Dao is too domineering and too sharp.
It doesn't want to be bound.
It wants to break through the roof, tear apart the sky, and announce its rebirth to the world.
"oops!"
Fu Ningna exclaimed in surprise and quickly protected the small cake in front of her that she hadn't finished eating.
Her cute little hat was blown askew by the blast wave.
The newly renovated main hall of the city lord's mansion was about to be destroyed, and the entire mansion was about to be leveled by the rampaging sword intent.
Navelette, sitting in the main seat, remained completely unmoved.
He simply raised his right hand, which was wearing a black glove, and pressed it lightly into the void.
"Quiet."
Two words, a simple and understated description.
Buzz.
A ring of azure water appeared out of thin air three zhang around Chen Xin.
This curtain of water looks as thin as a cicada's wing and as clear as morning dew.
But this seemingly fragile water curtain became an insurmountable barrier for the raging sword intent.
No matter how the Seven Killing Sword Qi surged left and right, how it roared and raged, it only stirred up tiny ripples when it crashed into the water curtain.
All the destruction, all the sharpness, were enveloped within a gentle yet powerful force.
The outside world is calm and peaceful.
Even the teacup closest to Chen Xin remained completely still, without a ripple in the tea.
This is Navelette's control over the elements.
It can not only release, but also retract.
Funina patted her chest, straightened her hat, and glared at the old man who was "going crazy" inside the sphere of light.
"What an impolite old man."
"You'll lose money if you do renovations on someone else's property."
Navelette did not respond.
His gaze passed over Chen Xin, who was enveloped in a curtain of water, and landed on Qian Renxue, who was not far away.
He was just about to ask the young master of the Spirit Hall why he had come.
But Villette's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
This girl...
At this moment, Qian Renxue's condition was very strange.
She did not maintain the disguise of the crown prince as usual, nor did she show any shock at Chen Xin's outburst.
Her eyes were slightly closed, and she stood frozen in place.
A pale golden halo slowly emanated from her body.
The light was initially faint, carrying a sacred and warm aura—the primal power of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
But soon, the atmosphere changed.
It started to get hot and became extremely aggressive.
At the center of that golden halo, the faint outline of a long sword was vaguely formed.
Unlike the killing power of the Seven Kill Sword.
This sword is imbued with the scent of judgment.
High above, looking down upon all living beings.
That is...
The meaning of judgment!
"Huh?"
Funina also noticed the strange situation. With a silver fork dangling from her mouth, she mumbled indistinctly:
"This little girl is quite something."
"Just by attending one class and watching that old man break through, I've actually reached the threshold myself?"
"Although it looks quite immature, this feeling... is somewhat similar to your judgment, but not quite the same."
Navelette put down her teacup and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table.
He does have some talent.
Qian Renxue was originally an unparalleled genius with innate full soul power at level 20, and she also received the inheritance of the Angel God.
She has a natural affinity for concepts such as "sacred," "purification," and "judgment."
Villette's explanation of "meaning" was like a key that unlocked the door in her heart that had been tightly closed.
Although she did not directly comprehend the complete "Tao" like Chenxin.
But unconsciously, he had already formed the prototype of his own sword intent.
Angelic Sword Intent.
Or more accurately, it is the obsessive intent of judgment in swordsmanship.
Qian Renxue's brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She was struggling.
In her spiritual world, she tried to grasp that light, to make the sword in her hand even purer.
She wants to judge the injustices of this world.
She wanted to bring judgment on the woman who had abandoned her.
She wanted to prove herself right.
However, no matter how hard she tried, that sword intent was always just a thin layer of paper separating her from reality, and she could never truly achieve perfection.
It's like a flawed piece of jade.
Although it is dazzling, it is not hard enough.
"What a pity."
Navelette shook her head and gave her assessment.
"Almost there."
Funina blinked and curiously leaned closer: "What's missing? I think it's pretty impressive."
"It's a mistake."
Villette's voice was calm, yet incisive.
"Her sword is filled with too many distracting thoughts."
"There is resentment, unwillingness, and a humble desire to be recognized."
"With this mindset, the sword intent may be strong, but it is easily broken."
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