Chapter 194: One Jian Breaks Through Thousands of Swords to Return to Ancestry, Who Said This Is An Ordinary Person?_1

Sword Douluo stood frozen in place, his facial muscles twitching.

He felt he was being mocked.

"I've employed all my methods and attacked seriously for so long, and you, boy, dare to say I'm just warming up?"

"Is this mockery?"

Had Sword Douluo not considered himself to have good self-control, anyone else might have already burst out cursing.

Sword Douluo scrutinized the youth opposite him.

Yet, he discovered the expression on the young man's face was very calm, utterly serious and without the slightest intention to mock him.

This was uncomfortable, Sword Douluo felt his composure beginning to crack.

He felt it would have been better if Luo Yu had just openly scorned him.

"This brat can't think I haven't used my full strength, surely."

Sword Douluo really wanted to say he had given it his all.

But he held back, saying nothing.

No other reason except for one--a bunch of people were watching, and saying it outright was too embarrassing.

He had his pride after all.

At his age, having devoted decades to the study of swordsmanship, the thought of failing to defeat a youngster would likely make him blush.

No, if he couldn't win with sword skills, he'd have to regain his honor through the gap in Soul Power.

The kid's sword skills were freakishly strong; surely his Soul Power couldn't be that high.

Sword Douluo felt somewhat relieved.

Looking at Luo Yu with a complex gaze, he had always won with skill in his life.

Yet, today he found himself needing to play a hand with brute force to deal with a young man.

"Cough!"

Sword Douluo cleared his throat, his countenance serious, his eyes deep.

"Boy, I am warmed up now."

"Next, I will only make three moves."

"However, there is no need to panic. Even if you can't catch them, I will speak to Fengzhi and recommend you for Rongrong."

"Oh?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

With a sweep of his longsword, Sword Douluo unleashed the fierce intent of the Seven Kills Sword.

Billowing within his robe, he appeared proud and aloof.

"Even though my cultivation is suppressed to the Soul Sage level, there is not a single young person in Soul Land who can withstand three swords."

"No, to be precise, they can't handle even one strike."

Luo Yu touched the blade of the Zhu Tian Sword, his expression odd.

Sword Douluo thought Luo Yu was frightened, and he let out a clear laugh.

"Boy, there is no need to be afraid. When you feel you can't withstand my attack, just call out your surrender, and I will stop and won't hurt you."

Luo Yu nodded, "You should do the same."

Sword Douluo in astonishment, "What did you say?"

"When you can't catch it, call out your surrender and I will withdraw my move," Luo Yu repeated to explain.

"Hahaha."

Sword Douluo laughed, as if he had heard the funniest thing.

"Boy, your talent in the Sword Dao is the best I've seen in my life, but the idea that you could defeat me at this age, even when I am in a Soul Sage state, is utterly impossible."

"You must understand, there are decades of cultivation separating us."

"This isn't something talent alone can bridge."

Luo Yu neither agreed nor denied, just nodding slightly.

"Then let's begin, you make the first move."

Sword Douluo thought to himself.

What an arrogantly ambitious kid, it seems I must put in some effort to subdue him.

Having exchanged blows just before, Sword Douluo had taken a liking to the young man, even contemplating taking him as a disciple.

"Boom!"

The Seven Kills Sword burst forth with an overwhelming killing aura, its sharp sword qi instantly filling the entire arena.

Sword Douluo stood with his sword in front of him, like an ethereal swordsman stepping out of mortal bounds.

"First soul skill: Longsword Unsheathing!"

The Seven Kills Sword glimmered with silver brilliance, powerful sword qi covering the blade, instantly increasing its force by thirty percent.

Observing the deadly atmosphere within the arena, Ning Fengzhi commented to the girl beside him, "Your Sword Grandpa is serious now, the kid won't last long."

Ning Rongrong shook her head, "Dad, you're overthinking it. Just watch, and you'll see a surprise."

"Fourth Soul Skill: Omnipresent Killing Intent!"

Sword Douluo shouted coldly, his arm gathering strength.

The Seven Kills Sword swiped straight down.

A sword qi blade several meters long, carrying a fierce killing intent, shot out directly.

The ground was marked with sword scars from the force carried by the qi blade.

The qi blade came slashing.

Luo Yu's eyes flashed with amethyst gold, instantly spotting a flaw in the sword technique.

Wind seemed to rise beneath his feet, swift as a darting rabbit.

Immortal Wind Gazing Moon Step.

He moved swiftly to the side, neatly evading the oncoming qi blade.

Shaking the Zhu Tian Sword in his hand, he pointed it at a weak spot in the blade of qi.

"Crack——"

"Boom!!"

The blade of qi instantly shattered, and Luo Yu had already withdrawn.

"Hiss!"

Seeing Luo Yu effortlessly dodge the attack and break the Sword Douluo's soul skill.

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo were already stunned.

They were the most aware of the Sword Douluo's strength, had another young soul master been in this situation.

Even a genius would probably have been instantly killed.

And yet not so much as a hair on the young man had been harmed?

Sword Douluo's gaze also became somewhat solidified.

Damn it.

This kid's speed was actually faster than his blade of qi.

What kind of step technique was that, and why was it so special?

And how did this kid find the weak point of his own blade of qi?

Was his understanding of the Sword Dao so profound that he could see it at a glance?

Luo Yu shook his head and said, "Your Excellency Sword Douluo, there's no need to go easy on me, you may give it your all."

Sword Douluo's head buzzed.

When have I ever gone easy on you?

I've already used two soul skills against a young person and it's still not enough?

No, something's off with this kid, if this keeps up, I'll lose my face completely.

Sword Douluo's eyes narrowed as a deep black soul ring rose up.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

A myriad of miniature silver swords made entirely of vast soul power converged around Sword Douluo's body.

In just a few seconds, hundreds of flying swords densely packed and hovering beside him, all aimed at Luo Yu.

"Sixth soul skill: Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"

Sword Douluo channeled the Seven Kills Sword, and the myriad flying swords came together as one.

With the Seven Kills Sword as the core, they formed a giant light sword, with countless smaller swords following around it.

"Boom!"

The light sword fell, and countless small swords struck together.

Sword Douluo tensed his body, ready at all times.

He was one hundred percent certain that Luo Yu could not withstand this move, and as soon as Luo Yu surrendered, he would immediately retract the move to save him.

Luo Yu looked up to see the huge light sword bringing a sky full of sword shadows.

Even with the sword qi piercing to the bone, his eyes remained indifferent.

He moved the hand holding the sword.

Gusts of wind arose from nothing, creating swirling wind vortexes in the half-sky of the practice field.

"God-level Swordsmanship: Swift Wind——"

"Myriad Sword Jue!"

"Boom!"

He swung the Zhu Tian Sword.

The airflow surged rapidly, consolidating into countless sword blades.

Countless sword blades shot towards each other at high speed, coming together to form a giant tornadic sword.

The attacks of both sides collided with a crash, shaking the entire practice field in an instant.

Dust rose everywhere.

The ground was slashed with marks by the exploding sword qi.

The Zhu Zhuqing Sisters and Xiaowu and the others were psychologically prepared and handled it well.

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo were already as taut as a bowstring, unable to suppress their inner shock.

Looking at Luo Yu breaking Sword Douluo's Myriad Swords Return to Origin with a single sword.

Ning Fengzhi, unusually, let out a curse.

"Damn, who the hell is this kid, and why is he so fierce?"

Bone Douluo was shaken to the core, his mouth twitching.

"Who the hell just told me that this kid was an ordinary person?"

Not only were they shocked, but Sword Douluo was even more so.

Because he knew all too well the power of his move just now.

Any ordinary Soul Emperor would undoubtedly die under a single strike; yet, this kid countered the move effortlessly?

Is this guy really a young man, or is he an old demon in disguise?

Sword Douluo clenched his teeth, unable to care about anything else.

With only one sword stroke left, if he couldn't get it done, he would have no face to face others in the future.

I refuse to believe this move, you kid can still block!

"Boom!"

Sword Douluo's hair and beard floated up as the Seven Kills Sword erupted with astonishing fluctuations.

Terrible might accumulated wildly.