Chapter 196: The World's First Sword, Conquering Jian Dao Chen Xin, Girls are Enthralled!!_1

The arena was swept by a storm, and sword qi surged violently.

The ground was carved with profound ravines, the earth rolling and tumbling.

Sword Douluo clutched his chest, a crimson thread of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The shock in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

His Martial Soul True Body had been broken by a young man with a single move?

If the other party had used a different martial soul, it might not have been as bad, but it was precisely a Sword Martial Soul.

Wasn't the Seven Kills Sword known as the ultimate sword in the world?

If someone had asked before,

Sword Douluo would have nodded without hesitation, affirming it.

But if asked now, Sword Douluo would definitely blush and shake his head quickly.

He had exerted the peak combat power of a Soul Sage, believing that under this level of soul power, he had developed the power of the Seven Kills Sword to its limit, with no holding back whatsoever.

Yet his formidable Martial Soul True Body was still shattered by a single sword strike.

What does this mean?

It means this youngster is undoubtedly the strongest monster in the history of Soul Land.

The sword in his hands is the true number one in the world!

While Sword Douluo's mouth tasted bitterness, his heart was somewhat exhilarated.

In Soul Land, the Sword Dao had declined, and besides him, no other masters of the sword existed, not even someone to cross swords with.

This had troubled him for countless years.

But today, the lofty sentiment of his innermost being had been shattered.

Luo Yu's swordsmanship, will, and strength had all conquered him.

There's passion only when there are opponents.

Sword Douluo was very clear that if he drew on the strength of a Titled Douluo,

Luo Yu would not be his match.

But he asked himself how many years he had practiced, and how many years had this young man practiced.

He had his sense of shame, naturally unwilling to use that as a basis for a sense of superiority.

At the same age, he probably couldn't even beat a Soul Ancestor.

Jian Dao Chen Xin had been intoxicated with the sword his whole life, never submitting to anyone, let alone admitting defeat.

But at this moment, he couldn't help but feel admiration for Luo Yu.

This young man was simply too unbelievable.

Thinking back to when he had boasted that the other party couldn't take even one of his strikes, Sword Douluo's face flushed repeatedly.

It was clearly he who couldn't withstand the other's single strike.

His eyes were complex, full of curiosity as he watched Luo Yu, wondering what sort of strength could cultivate such an outstanding talent.

Luo Yu just stood there quietly.

His gaze was deep, neither joyful nor sorrowful.

He showed no arrogance from defeating Sword Douluo.

His mind was immersed in that recent strike, as he carefully savored and contemplated it.

He felt that his understanding of sword techniques had elevated during that one strike.

Looking down at the Nine Heavens Execution Sword, whose exotic brilliance was slowly fading, Luo Yu suddenly realized that all along, he had not explored the true power of the Zhu Tian Sword.

The power of the three rings combined had truly stunned him.

He felt that this was far from the true potential of the Zhu Tian Sword; the remaining potential was still waiting for him to discover.

Luo Yu pondered, realizing that he could not focus all his thoughts on the Dragon God Martial Soul alone.

The Zhu Tian Sword also deserved attention.

It was time to visit Liu Erlong, capture her heart, and incidentally complete the task of obtaining his fourth soul ring.

He wondered what soul skill the fourth soul ring would be.

Whether the unity of four rings could be achieved or not.

While Luo Yu reflected, the entire arena was eerily silent, no birds chirped or insects sang.

Even the girls who knew Luo Yu's strength well, along with Flander and Zhao Wuji, were dazzled by Luo Yu's strike just now.

Zhao Wuji swallowed continuously, feeling a chill down his spine.

Last time, he could escape that fist.

This time, if the strike had been directed at him, he felt that he wouldn't be able to escape it.

It was too horrifying.

Who could withstand that?

Having ventured out once, his strength had improved yet again.

Zhao Wuji silently swore in his heart.

No matter who used provocation on him in the future, he would never spar with Luo Yu again, even if it killed him.

Priorities mattered.

Zhu Zhuyun's legs were tightly crossed, her face flushed with color.

She slapped Zhu Zhuqing's butt lightly.

"Sister, Master was too dashing just now, my heart can hardly take it," she said.

Zhu Zhuqing glared back: "Sister, we're still in public, do you have to be so dramatic?"

Zhu Zhuyun was breathing a bit heavily, her face showing a flirtatious look.

"Exaggerating, huh?"

"Not exaggerating at all, okay."

"The one the master defeated is the Sword Douluo who became famous throughout Soul Land years ago."

"Sword Douluo is indeed a real powerhouse of the Sword Dao, do you know what it means to defeat him in a one-on-one duel?"

"It means Brother Yu's swordsmanship is the best in the world!"

Zhu Zhuqing slowly pushed her sister away, "Woman, mind your manners, it's embarrassing!"

Zhu Zhuyun snorted, proudly sticking out her chest wrapped in a leather jacket.

"What's so embarrassing about adoring my own man?"

Zhu Zhuqing wordlessly facepalmed.

"Sis, this isn't you being infatuated with Brother Yu."

"You're just in heat."

Ning Rongrong was smiling radiantly on the other side, extremely proud, tugging on Ning Fengzhi's arm.

"Dad, how strong is Brother Yu?"

Ning Fengzhi hadn't recovered from his shock yet.

Bone Douluo was still maintaining the posture he had taken when attempting a rescue, his face rigid, extremely awkward.

Rescue?

Rescue what? With this level of strength, does he need rescuing?

Ning Rongrong playfully smiled, "Dad, say something, please, give an assessment."

"Assess... what?" Ning Fengzhi stammered, his mind relentlessly replaying Luo Yu's sword move from before, his brain now somewhat short-circuiting.

"Assess Brother Yu's strength, of course. Didn't you just think he wasn't that good?"

Ning Fengzhi replied subconsciously.

"Awesome... Awesome..."

"Awesome!!"

Right now, the only words that came to his mind to describe Luo Yu were these two.

Seeing her father's shock and the dazed look in his eyes, Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and giggled secretly.

Her whole life, she had seen her father as a strategic and decisive figure.

This was the first time she saw him in such a state.

Indeed, Brother Yu was the most exceptional man, even dad couldn't handle it.

After a few breaths, Ning Fengzhi shook his head.

His gaze left Luo Yu and settled on Ning Rongrong, suddenly realizing a question.

"Daughter, knowing his strength, why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"Aren't you setting your dad up?"

"Just waiting for your old dad to be embarrassed?"

Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly, "Hehehe, dad, I tried to speak several times, but you kept cutting me off."

Ning Fengzhi looked at her with a grievous stare, this daughter can't be kept.

Just watching her own dad get embarrassed.

But all that didn't matter anymore.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes were fiery, and he tugged at his clothes.

"Daughter, where's our son-in-law from? What power does he hail from?"

Ning Rongrong pouted, giving him a cute and contemptuous look.

"Dad, you were just looking down on him."

"Now you're already acknowledging your son-in-law?"

Ning Fengzhi tapped his daughter's forehead lightly with his finger, "How can you speak like that, can dad oppose the person you like?"

"That was all just a test."

"Oh, r-really..."

Ning Rongrong drew out the words, her face full of disdain, with an expression that saw right through him.

Ning Fengzhi was neither ashamed nor annoyed, his demeanor unflustered, after all, he had the thick skin of a Sect Master.

"Daughter, come on, tell dad more about our son-in-law's background."

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes, "Son-in-law?"

"Maybe there was a possibility before."

"But not anymore!"

"You scorned him before, Brother Yu might not be mad, but I am."

Ning Fengzhi went stiff-faced, somewhat stuck in an awkward position.

He wished he could slap himself for so rashly assuming the young man wasn't up to par.

Who knew this youth was hiding such deep and exceptional talent?

Now, what should he do? Online waiting, it's urgent!

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