Chapter 238: Chen Xin’s Pride—The Shattered Sword!
Jiang Bai raised his longsword high and shouted: "Imperial Sword!"
The very next instant, a colossal longsword materialized out of thin air directly above his head.
The sword was entirely ice-blue in color, forged entirely from crystallized ice, and measured a staggering thirty meters in length.
An unnerving, heart-stopping chill radiated from its blade.
"Peerless Ice Extremity!"
Jiang Bai’s voice rang out like the decree of a deity—brimming with majesty and power.
With a single downward slash, the sword-light tore across the heavens, carving a fan-shaped arc of radiance through the sky—shifting from deep blue to light blue, then to pale blue, and finally culminating in a pure, blinding white.
That white was the color of absolute zero—a hue that seemed capable of freezing all of existence.
Wherever the sword-light passed, the air froze solid; the surface of the arena began to glaze over with ice, as if the entire world had been entombed in frost.
Chen Xin’s expression shifted drastically; he could feel his very intent to kill—his killing intent—being frozen solid within him.
He hurriedly activated his Seventh Soul Skill: the True Body of the Seven Kills.
"Seventh Soul Skill: True Body of the Seven Kills!"
His figure expanded explosively amidst the swirling sword-light, and the colossal spectral image of a Seven Kills Sword materialized behind him.
That sword-phantom stretched for dozens of meters, shimmering with a silvery-white luster; a chilling, cold light flowed across its surface, radiating an aura of immense power.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Seven Kills—Thunder’s Rise! One Sword to Cleave the Sky!"
Chen Xin roared aloud, his sword-intent engulfing the entire arena.
Channeling his soul power, he transformed into a four-armed titan; wielding four Seven Kills Swords simultaneously, he unleashed a sweeping crescent slash—a desperate attempt to parry Jiang Bai’s incoming strike.
Boom!
The two beams of sword-light collided in a cataclysmic clash that shook the very earth.
The unleashed sword-intent raged across the arena; every spectator felt a stinging pain against their skin, as if countless razor-sharp blades were pressed directly against their throats.
When the onlookers finally cast their gaze back toward the arena, they saw that half of Chen Xin’s body had already been frozen solid.
The very next moment, nine Soul Rings simultaneously lit up around Chen Xin: two yellow, two purple, and five black. His Soul Power surged wildly, shattering the ice that encased his body.
Gazing at Jiang Bai with a complex expression, Chen Xin spoke in a deep, resonant voice: "Your sword is strong! But... my Seven Kill Sword is even stronger!"
As a true sword fanatic—a "Sword Idiot"—his mastery of the Way of the Sword stood utterly unique across the entire continent.
He possessed his own fierce pride; he absolutely could not admit defeat.
He could not, under any circumstances, allow Jiang Bai to surpass him in the Way of the Sword.
Chen Xin raised his hand, pointed it toward Jiang Bai, and shouted aloud: "Ninth Soul Skill!"
"The cassia trees stand lush and green across a hundred li of land; the partridges cry out until the cool shade of noon descends. At the Yanping Ford, the peaks rise sharp as blades; the sword flies forth, the river runs empty, yet the waters flow on forever!"
A circle of swords materialized around Chen Xin’s body—half radiating a commanding aura of slaughter, the other half exuding pure sword energy.
"The Way of the Sword—Chen Xin!!!"
Man and sword became one; Chen Xin merged with the Seven Kill Sword, transforming into a colossal blade a hundred meters in length, which he then brought slashing down violently toward Jiang Bai.
The sword-light descended like a waterfall, bearing a destructive might capable of shattering the heavens and decimating the earth as it cleaved down upon Jiang Bai.
Jiang Bai raised his head, gazing up at the descending blade of light. There was no fear in his eyes—only absolute serenity.
He lifted the sword held in his hand and began channeling his Soul Power into its blade with frenzied intensity.
The blade began to expand and elongate—thirty meters... fifty meters... eighty meters... until, finally, it transformed into a colossal sword spanning a full hundred meters in length.
The blade erupted with a blinding radiance of black and white light—an intensity so profound that it distorted the very fabric of the surrounding world, striking terror into the hearts of all who witnessed it.
The heavens and earth shifted in hue; the entire world was suddenly drained of color, rendered in stark shades of black and white.
Jiang Bai let out a furious roar: "Raging Torrent! Cleave the Heavens and Earth!"
The colossal sword slashed down, its towering beam of light tearing a rift across the firmament. That single strike seemed poised to split the very cosmos in two.
The black-and-white sword-light collided head-on with the Seven Kill Sword—Boom!
In that instant, time itself seemed to stand still.
Then—Crack!—a sharp, crisp sound rang out.
A fissure appeared upon the blade of the Seven Kill Sword.
That crack spread like a spiderweb, and in the blink of an eye, it had completely engulfed the entire length of the blade. "CRASH—!!!"
The Seven Kill Sword shattered! It disintegrated into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.
Chen Xin’s body reappeared as well, crashing heavily onto the ground.
His eyes gazed up at the sky, which was gradually returning to its normal state; his expression grew hollow and devoid of light. That very sword—the Seven Kill Sword—which had accompanied him his entire life... was broken.
His Sword Heart, too, was shattered.
"Pfft—!!!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen white as paper.
He raised his hand, staring at the empty hilt he still clutched, then cast his gaze upon the fragments scattered across the ground.
My sword... is broken... My sword... How is this possible... How could this happen...
This thought echoed endlessly within his mind.
His Soul Power began to spiral into chaos, and his aura started to plummet.
Level 96... Level 95... Level 94... Level 93...
A deathly silence fell over the entire arena; everyone stared blankly at the scene unfolding before them, as if time itself had ground to a halt.
It was not until the referee stepped onto the platform, raising his flag to make the official announcement, that the spectators finally snapped back to reality.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin—a Level 96 Titled Douluo—had lost.
He had lost utterly and completely. Not only had he lost the match, but his Martial Soul itself had been shattered.
"The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect: Successful Defense! Two points awarded!"
"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect: Challenge Failed! One point awarded!"
Ning Fengzhi shot to his feet, his face drained of all color.
"Uncle Sword!!!"
He gripped his staff so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Uncle Sword... Uncle Sword..."
His heart was consumed by terror.
Chen Xin was the very pillar supporting the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect; if he were to fall, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would be doomed.
On the arena stage, Jiang Bai sheathed his sword and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
He looked down at Chen Xin, who lay prostrate on the ground; in his eyes, there was neither mockery nor disdain—only a profound sense of calm. "Sword Dao Chen Xin." His voice was soft. "Your sword is indeed powerful."
He paused, then continued: "But your Sword Heart is too fragile. For your Seven Kill Sword exists solely to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—not for yourself."
"A sword meant for killing... yet you wield it to protect others?"
Chen Xin’s body gave a sudden jolt. He raised his head to look at Jiang Bai; his aged eyes were filled with bewilderment.
Jiang Bai spoke no further. He turned around and flew back to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s seating area.
At the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s seats, Jiang Li’er was the first to leap up, shouting excitedly: "Jiang Bai! That was amazing! You completely shattered his Martial Soul!"
Her eyes sparkled brightly, and even the golden cowlick atop her head seemed to be bouncing with joy.
The Ice Empress crossed her arms over her chest and gave a dismissive huff: "It was alright, I suppose. That particular strike still fell a bit short compared to Xue’er’s."
Yet, a flicker of complex emotion crossed her eyes.
The Snow Empress remained as cool and aloof as ever, yet the corners of her lips curled upward ever so slightly.
Bi Ji offered a gentle smile but remained silent.
Shui Bing’er and Ye Lingling were both left utterly awestruck, thinking the exact same thought in unison:
The Sect Master... is simply too powerful.
To defeat an enemy using the very weapon they specialize in!
Over at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s seating area, Ning Fengzhi finally rushed onto the stage and helped Chen Xin to his feet.
"Uncle Sword... Uncle Sword... are you alright?"
Chen Xin shook his head, his voice hoarse and feeble: "Fengzhi... This old man... has brought shame upon the Sect..."
Ning Fengzhi quickly interjected: "No! Uncle Sword! You gave it your absolute all!"
He supported Chen Xin as they walked back to their seats. Chen Xin sat down in his chair, gazing up at the sky with vacant eyes. Clutched in his hand remained the shattered hilt of his sword.
Jiang Bai’s words echoed ceaselessly within his mind:
Your Sword Heart is too fragile...
For your sword exists solely to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—not for yourself...
A sword meant for killing?
He closed his eyes, and a single tear slid down from the corner of his eye.
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