Chapter 66 Thousand Cypress Trees Resemble Gods! Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin! Tang San is Terrified!
"How...how could this happen?"
Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
"Grandpa Jian... he... he couldn't beat that person... and he even got injured..."
"Gulp."
Tang San swallowed hard, feeling his palms grow cold.
Sword Douluo... defeated just like that?
Such a swift and complete defeat!
Just how terrifying was the strength of that man in white?!
For the first time, a look of shock appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's usually cold face.
She blinked, wondering if she was seeing things.
But when she looked again, Qian Daobai was still standing there steadily, while Jian Douluo had collapsed to the ground.
Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai were so frightened that they trembled all over, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat.
Such powerful people... will they be able to leave alive today?
Qian Renxue watched quietly from the beginning.
She wore a magnificent golden palace dress that accentuated her breathtakingly perfect curves.
A pair of straight, slender legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, exuding a noble and pure aura.
At this moment, her beautiful golden eyes were filled with undisguised infatuation and adoration.
This is her master!
With a casual sword strike, he could defeat the continent's top Super Douluo!
Is there anything in this world that he cannot do?
Qian Daobai no longer looked at the fallen Sword Douluo; his gaze fell on the Seven Kill Sword stuck in the ground.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Buzz—!
A sword rang out, echoing through the heavens!
An unbelievable scene has unfolded!
In the courtyard, the air began to vibrate, and visible ripples spread out from the center of the Thousand Cypress Tree.
Immediately afterwards, thousands upon thousands of illusory longswords formed from sword intent appeared out of thin air behind him!
Each sword exudes a sharp aura capable of severing the soul!
Thousands of swords hung in the air, their tips all pointing downwards, like a vast army of swords awaiting their king's command!
All the sharp and powerful forces in the world converged here at this moment!
Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!
"What...what is that?!" Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, pointing at the sky, unable to speak clearly.
Tang San and the others were so shocked by this miraculous scene that their souls trembled.
Is this... is this a power that humans can possess?!
This is simply divine!
What happened next terrified and filled them with even more despair.
The Seven Kill Sword, the Sword Douluo's martial soul, stuck in the ground, was now emitting a loud buzzing sound!
It's trembling!
It's struggling!
It seemed to have gained its own life, wanting to break free from the earth's shackles, fly into the sky, and pay homage to the man in white!
"No!"
The fallen Sword Douluo let out a painful roar, reaching out his hand to try and recall his martial soul.
No matter how much he tried to activate his soul power, the Seven Kill Sword remained completely still.
Instead, it trembled even more violently, and the sword's cry even carried a hint of... submission.
His own sword was about to be subjugated by the enemy!
For a swordsman, this is an insult greater than death!
puff!
Sword Douluo was utterly devastated, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his aura instantly weakening.
Qian Daobai watched all of this with indifferent eyes.
He simply waved gently.
Clang!
The Seven Kill Sword could no longer resist the call from the king and emitted a clear, melodious sound.
It shot up from the ground, transformed into a stream of light, and landed steadily in his palm.
Qian Daobai held the strongest offensive weapon spirit in Douluo Continent and lightly flicked his fingers on the blade.
bite.
A crisp sound.
An invisible sword aura flowed along the sword and instantly surged into the body of the fallen Sword Douluo.
"ah--!"
Sword Douluo let out a shrill scream as he felt an extremely domineering sword aura raging wildly through his meridians.
It destroyed the soul power he had painstakingly gathered and devoured his life force.
That kind of pain was a hundred times more intense than being torn to pieces!
Deep inside the dungeon.
Xiao Wu had initially felt a glimmer of hope when she heard the loud commotion outside.
Is that Third Brother?
Did my third brother come to save me?
But in the next second, a terrifying sword intent that froze her soul pierced through the layers of obstacles and descended into the cell.
Faced with this sword intent, she felt like a small boat in a storm, about to be torn to pieces at any moment.
Hope was shattered in an instant.
What replaced it was a deeper...despair!
In the courtyard.
Qian Daobai casually tossed the Seven Kill Sword to the ground, producing a crisp metallic clang.
He raised his eyes, his calm gaze slowly sweeping over Tang San and the others who were already terrified.
"Who's next?"
The courtyard was deathly silent.
Qian Daobai's calm voice was like a boulder thrown into a still lake, stirring up a tidal wave in the hearts of Tang San and the others.
Who's next?
No one can answer this question.
No one dared to answer.
The thousands of sword shadows hanging in the sky, each one exuding a sharpness capable of tearing apart the soul.
The cold sword tips all pointed downwards, as if looking down on a group of ants.
Tang San blinked unconsciously.
But the scene before him did not disappear as he had hoped.
Sword Douluo... has truly been defeated.
The scene he imagined—Sword Douluo killing Qian Daobai—did not occur.
What happened was the opposite, an outcome he never dreamed of.
It was a sense of powerlessness rising from the deepest part of his heart, almost overwhelming his reason.
Even the Sword Douluo, a level 96 Super Douluo and one of the continent's top attack-type Soul Masters, was defeated so decisively.
Who else is there?
Who else can defeat this white-clad demon?
Who can save Xiao Wu?
Who can avenge the teacher, Teacher Zhao?
In an instant, Tang San's heart sank into an abyss.
"It's...it's him...he's here..."
Ma Hongjun gripped Dai Mubai's clothes tightly, his knuckles turning white.
His lips trembled, and his teeth chattered, making a soft "clucking" sound.
That terrifying aura, that feeling that made him tremble from the depths of his soul, reappeared once again.
No, it's even more powerful and terrifying than the last time outside Luoyun City!
Last time, the other party almost killed him with just a casual wave of their hand.
This time, he was even able to defeat Sword Douluo in one move!
Ma Hongjun recalled that when they first met, those indifferent eyes, devoid of any emotion, sent a chill down his spine.
He wanted to escape, to leave this place that was suffocating him.
But his legs felt like they were filled with lead, so heavy that he couldn't move an inch and trembled uncontrollably.
He had no strength left.
Fear drained all his strength.
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