Chapter 106: Afraid of Death ?

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Sword Douluo???

As soon as he woke up, Zeng Yi instantly remembered that he had indeed impersonated his disciple.

But what's the big deal? I just borrowed your name for a bit, why would you personally come all the way here? Young people these days, it's normal to talk casually, what's the harm in that? Everyone understands that, who hasn't been young and bragged a little?

Why is it that when it comes to me, casual talk is unacceptable and you have to come seeking trouble?

"Senior, are you Sword Douluo?" Zeng Yi asked, his face somewhat embarrassed.

"What do you think?" Sword Douluo sneered.

With confirmation, Zeng Yi's mood sank again. Indeed, one must be down-to-earth and not casually brag or talk. Now, he was being held accountable by the real person concerned.

At this point, Zeng Yi fell silent.

He had just casually mentioned it, but it had drawn the attention of the real person, Sword Douluo. That meant there was more to this matter than meets the eye. Could it be that Sword Douluo had really come all the way here just to take him as his disciple?

If that's the case, Zeng Yi would die laughing.

He wouldn't mind hugging such a thick thigh!

Although in the original work, Sword Douluo was an upright character, a member of the protagonist's side, who knew if he would kill him. After all, this was the real world, where there were no clear boundaries between good and evil. Who defined that the Martial Soul Hall was an evil force? And that the alliance of these two empires and these sects was just?

Stop kidding, in this world, there is no right or wrong. Whoever has the biggest fist, who can laugh the last, is the righteous one.

Sword Douluo?

The mention of this title shocked Yan Que internally. She couldn't dare to think that the old man in front of her was actually a Titled Douluo. That was the highest honor of a soul master, a legendary existence! Now, it appeared right before her eyes. This made Yan Que very unimaginable, and moreover, this Titled Douluo could still be an enemy.

Thinking of this, Yan Que's hands clenched the hilt of her sword, involuntarily trembling.

"How are you going to deal with this, Senior?" Zeng Yi asked in a low voice.

"How??" Sword Douluo sneered, and in the next moment, his body disappeared from the spot.

So fast!

This speed made Zeng Yi unable to detect a trace of trajectory, and he was shocked internally.

Then, Sword Douluo's figure reappeared in the same spot, but this time, there was an additional figure. It was his disciple, Yan Que, who was caught by Sword Douluo, along with the Xiao Ju on Yan Que's body.

"Master!"

Being instantly controlled, Yan Que became extremely panicked, seeking help from her master with her eyes. Even the Xiao Ju was frightened and stood on Yan Que's shoulder, growling and guarding against this person.

"This is just a small spirit beast, huh." Seeing the faint soul power fluctuations emanating from the Xiao Ju, Sword Douluo chuckled lightly.

Then, Sword Douluo's soul power lightly shook, causing Yan Que and the Xiao Ju to collapse on the ground, unable to move.

"Yan Que! Xiao Ju! Bastard, what have you done?" Seeing this scene, Zeng Yi felt furious, his soul power instantly bursting out, three soul rings rose from under his feet, one purple, one yellow, and one purple, shimmering and emitting terrifying surges of soul power, a formidable aura soaring into the sky, like a divine sword unsheathed, sharp and unstoppable, rushing toward Sword Douluo.

Even if he was a Titled Douluo, Zeng Yi didn't care. If he harmed someone important to him, even if he had to die, he would bite off a piece of his skin.

Zeng Yi's instant eruption of aura made Sword Douluo somewhat alarmed. Setting aside the soul power, just the fierce sword intent alone showed that he was a master in swordplay. Moreover, he had two purple soul rings, and the soul power fluctuations emitted by those soul rings were almost beyond the limits. Although he had investigated this young man's information long ago, seeing it in person was still somewhat shocking.

It was hard to imagine that this person had cultivated alone all the way here.

Although Sword Douluo was not satisfied with this young man, his talent in swordsmanship and strength were enough to make him his disciple. Or rather, he had picked up a bargain.

If others had such a disciple, they would probably laugh themselves to death.

But since it was because of him that his sect had fallen into a great crisis, he still had to make this person suffer a bit.

Thinking like this, Sword Douluo then said, "I just made them faint, that's all."

Upon hearing Sword Douluo's words, Zeng Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he remained vigilant.

"However, what happens next remains to be seen."

With these words, Zeng Yi's heart sank again.

"Go all out." Sword Douluo folded his hands behind his back and said calmly.

Sure enough, he still doesn't plan to let me go. Thinking like that, Zeng Yi looked at Sword Douluo with a gaze containing a hint of supplication.

"Junior can fight against Senior, but I hope Senior can spare Yan Que and Xiao Ju, please."

This surprised Sword Douluo because he could sense a willingness to die from Zeng Yi.

Aren't you afraid of death? Truly an interesting boy.

A faint smile appeared on Sword Douluo's indifferent face, and he really wanted to see just how powerful the sword unleashed by his future disciple with a willingness to die would be.

"Fine." Sword Douluo lightly uttered two words, and a sharp aura emanated from his body, like a divine sword unsheathed, suppressing Zeng Yi, making him uncontrollably shiver.

"Thank you, Senior." Hearing Sword Douluo's assurance, Zeng Yi relaxed. He didn't mind dying, but he couldn't involve Yan Que and Xiao Ju.

And...

Zeng Yi's hand holding the hilt of his Ronin Sword was also trembling slightly. It wasn't fear, but excitement!

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin of the Sword Dao, the strongest swordsman on the Douluo Continent, the one who stood at the pinnacle of the sword dao in this world, to be able to fight against such a person truly excited him!

To die by the hands of such a swordsman would also be without regret.

Lowering his head to look at his martial soul, Ronin Sword, it was also slightly trembling, expressing its excitement.

"Let us unleash the most splendid sword together."

Zeng Yi murmured, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Sword Douluo, his gaze filled with intense madness, the intent of the sword rising.

Looking at the madness in Zeng Yi's eyes, the overwhelming sword intent instantly broke free from the suppression. Sword Douluo couldn't help but admire this young man.

Facing a Titled Douluo, yet still able to ignite such a fighting spirit, he couldn't help but admire this young man's spirit.

Moreover, he could see from his eyes the fearlessness and pursuit of the sword.

This was the kind of madness that only a true sword fanatic would have.

This made Sword Douluo think of his father, who, in pursuit of the highest realm, had no fear of death and challenged forward.

The soul rings on Zeng Yi's body shone brightly, activating his soul abilities. His second soul ability, Sword of Selflessness, his third soul ability, Sword Domain!

Powerful strength amplification, fierce aura, and the howling gale swirling around his body, raising dust and causing a visible twisting of the surrounding space.

Ronin Sword unsheathed in an instant, its indifferent silver pupils coldly staring at the white-robed elder in front of it, paying no regard to his identity as a Titled Douluo.

In the instant of Ronin Sword's unsheathing, two invisible sword qi, carrying a fierce momentum, swiftly slashed forward.

Then, his feet stomped, and his body shot up instantly, holding the long knife with both hands as he charged towards Sword Douluo.

~Forward Steps Slash!~

The silver blade, accompanied by a strong and fierce gust of wind, fearlessly sliced forward.

~Winds of Decisive Slash!~