Chapter 31 You've made quite a fuss, actually forcing a Soul Douluo to come and kill you!
The speed of the sword light had exceeded the limit that the naked eye could perceive!
One moment it was on the horizon, the next it was already standing between Ye Tianchen and the Thunder Dragon!
Wherever the sword light passed, clear, long-lasting black cracks were slashed through the space, and time seemed to stand still!
The moment they made contact, the ferocious thunder dragon was pulverized by the sword energy.
In an instant, the sword light slashed down all the thunder dragons and pierced into the dark blue thunderclouds.
There was no explosion, no loud noise, only a clear sword mark.
The thundercloud, powerful enough to destroy a mountain, was split in two, transforming into countless streaks of lightning.
The sword light, its momentum undiminished, drew a graceful arc in the air, heading straight for the astonished Yu Zhanhui!
Yu Zhanhui's expression changed drastically, and he retreated frantically!
But the sword light was too fast! So fast that he only had time to turn to the side before his left shoulder was grazed by the sword light!
"Slash—!"
An arm was severed at the shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain!
The severed arm tumbled in the air, and before it even hit the ground, it was shredded into a bloody mist by the remaining sword energy!
Yu Zhanhui screamed and fell to the ground, pressing his hand tightly against his wound, his eyes filled with horror and despair.
He looked up at the source of the sword light, where an old man in white robes stood with his hands behind his back in the distant sky.
The old man had white hair and beard, and his face was stern and sharp. His simple white clothes fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.
With a Seven Kill Sword under his feet and without any superfluous movements, his eyes, as deep as the abyss of stars, and the sword intent that cut through everything around him, made Yu Zhanhui's soul tremble!
Sword Douluo Chen Xin...
A level 96 Title Douluo, possessing the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul, a guardian elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the undisputed number one attacker on the continent!
Chen Xin slowly descended and landed in front of Ye Tianchen.
He didn't even glance at Yu Zhanhui, his gaze sweeping over Ye Tianchen's body, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.
Then, he turned to look at Yu Zhanhui, his gaze calm.
But Yu Zhanhui felt his heart stop beating for a moment.
It was as if an invisible sword was pressed against his throat; the slightest movement would result in him being decapitated.
"The person the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants to protect..."
Chen Xin's voice was calm, but every word was as cold as a sword's edge.
"You dare to touch?"
The moment he finished speaking, the Seven Kill Sword that was originally at his feet had stopped beside him.
"Bass!"
The sword tip tore through the air, pointing directly at Yu Zhanhui, who was struggling to sit up.
A terrifying sword intent spread out like a mountain and a sea, and the entire forest fell into a deathly silence at that moment.
The forest was deathly silent for three breaths.
Yu Zhanhui slumped in a pool of blood. The blood from his severed left shoulder had stopped gushing out, but that was because of excessive blood loss; the muscles around the wound had begun to contract spontaneously to stop the bleeding.
His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat mixed with blood streamed down his forehead, soaking his tattered collar.
Chen Xin's sword not only severed his arm.
It also severed all his pride, all his madness, and all his... life force.
Yu Zhanhui raised his head and looked at the old man in white robes standing in the ruins.
Chen Xin's face was expressionless. His deep eyes looked at him calmly, as if he were looking at a stone, a piece of dead wood, or... a corpse.
That look in his eyes was more terrifying than any murderous intent.
Because that would mean that, in Chen Xin's eyes, he was already a dead man.
How could someone who was destined to die, as a Title Douluo, possibly live?
"Spare me... spare my life..."
Two words were squeezed out from Yu Zhanhui's chapped lips.
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, accompanied by a tremor that even he himself loathed.
But the will to survive was an instinct, an instinct etched deep within the soul of every living being.
Even if he was an 85th-level Soul Douluo, even if he was the top warrior of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even if he had killed countless people...
But when he actually faced death, he was still afraid and pleaded.
Chen Xin didn't speak. He just quietly looked at Yu Zhanhui, at him lying paralyzed in a pool of blood, his severed arm a bloody mess, his eyes filled with despair and pleading.
Chen Xin was waiting, waiting for Ye Tianchen to speak.
The fate of Yu Zhanhui would be decided when the boy who almost died at Yu Zhanhui's hands spoke.
However, it was clear that someone... or rather, some beasts couldn't wait any longer.
"Spare your grandmother!"
A deafening roar came from the side. The Titan Ape, carrying the thick stone pillar, had undisguised disgust and killing intent burning in its golden eyes!
It detested this hypocritical behavior of humans. They were so arrogant just a moment ago, but as soon as they were defeated, they knelt down and begged for mercy, as if all the harsh words they said and the evil deeds they did never existed.
This smash was completely unpretentious.
It was the simplest, most brutal, and most primal form of force that crushed!
The stone pillar, accompanied by a howling wind and carrying the terrifying power of the Titan Ape as a 100,000-year-old soul beast, crashed down on Yu Zhanhui!
Yu Zhanhui's pupils suddenly contracted!
He wanted to dodge, to block, to use his last bit of soul power to activate his body, but Chen Xin's sword intent still lingered in his body, suppressing the circulation of his soul power.
Excessive blood loss began to cloud his consciousness, and the speed and power of the Titan Ape's smash had already exceeded the limits of what a Soul Douluo could react to!
"No—!!!"
The final roar abruptly ceased.
"BOOM—!!!"
The stone pillar crashed down.
The earth trembled violently! Centered on Yu Zhanhui's location, the ground collapsed three meters downwards! Spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards for dozens of meters! The shockwave kicked up clouds of dust, completely leveling the already damaged trees in the surrounding area!
There were no screams, no struggles.
There was only one dull, teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bone shattering.
The Titan Ape stood with one foot on the stone pillar, waved nonchalantly at Chen Xin, and displayed a human-like casualness on its dark face.
"There are too many complicated relationships among you humans. Knowing that it's inconvenient for you to take action, I'll do it for you. No need to thank me."
Chen Xin glanced at the Titan Ape.
That glance was unremarkable, but the Titan Ape felt an invisible sword intent sweep over its body, as if it had been seen through by an unparalleled sword.
It felt a chill run down its spine; this old human was even more terrifying than it had anticipated!
But Chen Xin didn't say anything. He simply turned his gaze back to Ye Tianchen, who was walking towards him step by step.
"Thank you for your help, Sword Douluo."
Ye Tianchen clutched his chest, blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth. He laboriously bowed to Chen Xin in thanks, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes unusually bright.
Chen Xin nodded, his gaze lingering briefly on the 100,000-year soul ring beneath Ye Tianchen's feet before turning to the golden lightning pattern between his brows.
"You are welcome."
Chen Xin's voice was calm.
"You've made quite a fuss, actually forcing a Soul Douluo to come after you."
He paused, then added.
"But all of this is good, at least it proves that Rongrong didn't misjudge him."
Loving Book So Far? Check Out 40+ Advanced Chapters At PA Treon
patreon.com/IdWin
[end of the chapter]