“How is this possible…” Chrysanthemum Douluo was shocked.
This floor was made of a special metal infused with Deep Sea Sinking Silver and reinforced by soul tools.
It was incredibly hard; even a Soul Emperor would struggle to damage it.
Yet Qin Xuan had managed to do this without using any soul skills.
While Yue Guan could also do it, one must remember: Qin Xuan was just a Soul King, whereas he was a level 89 Soul Douluo!
If it hadn’t been for Old Ghost’s warning just now, if he hadn’t dodged, he would have likely suffered heavy injuries from that single strike.
He definitely didn’t think his flesh palms were any tougher than this floor.
Forget him and Gui Mei.
Even the seven great consecrates standing before the Six-Winged Angel statue were utterly astonished.
“Hey, Big Brother, that was sword aura just now, wasn’t it?” Light Feather Douluo spoke up, his eyes narrowing slightly.
His youthful face had lost all its usual playful cynicism, replaced by surprise and solemnity.
To his knowledge, among the known sword-wielding Spirit Masters, the only ones capable of unleashing sword aura without using soul skills were his Big Brother and Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, whose very title was named after his weapon.
Even the current Pope, Qian Xunji, couldn’t do it.
“Correct.” Qian Daoliu maintained that spring-breeze-like smile on his face, answering calmly.
Despite his tone, his golden eyes couldn’t hide his look of approval.
It seemed Qin Xuan was even more outstanding than he had imagined.
Light Feather Douluo didn’t question it.
Instead, he looked at Qianjun and Xiangmo, who both gripped their Coiling Dragon Staffs tightly.
“Ol’ Six, Ol’ Seven, did you two teach that kid his sword arts?”
Hearing this, Qianjun and Xiangmo felt their old faces burn hot.
Exchanging bitter smiles, they shook their heads.
“Xuan’er’s sword arts were all taught by several Red-Clothed Archbishops who possess sword martial souls…”
The implication was clear.
Normally, they only offered Qin Xuan occasional guidance, teaching him how to better utilize his soul skills and taking the opportunity to build synergy for their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
They were experts at teaching staff and spear techniques; in fact, they could teach any long-shafted weapon martial soul.
But when it came to swords and sabers, they were clueless.
Although all martial arts share common roots, staff techniques and sword techniques were ultimately two entirely different things.
“Tsk tsk…
As teachers, you two are real failures then.” Light Feather Douluo reverted to his cynical self, pouting and clicking his tongue.
Even the Fourth Consecrate, Male Lion Douluo, rarely refrained from reprimanding him.
He, along with the Second Consecrate Golden Crocodile and Third Consecrate Green Luan, nodded in deep agreement.
They wished they could find a hole to crawl into.
Damn it, this is too embarrassing.
The battle between Qin Xuan and Chrysanthemum Douluo was still ongoing.
Qin Xuan’s sword momentum was overwhelming, the fiery light dazzling.
His eyes reflected the flames, as if literal fire was dancing within his pupils, leaving two red streaks of light in the air.
With every move and stance, he left ferocious sword marks on the ground, sending sand and stones flying.
Having learned his lesson, Chrysanthemum Douluo didn’t dare act arrogant anymore.
He outputted his level 89 soul power to the maximum, transforming his Odd Velvet Heaven Ascending Chrysanthemum into a long whip that clashed repeatedly with the Changming Sword.
As they exchanged blows, Qin Xuan—relying on his freely retractable sword aura, fierce sword energy, and unpredictable moves—managed to fight the much higher-leveled Chrysanthemum Douluo to a standstill for a time.
Neither could gain the upper hand.
However, as the battle dragged on, the elemental restraint between their martial souls became apparent.
Although the Odd Velvet Heaven Ascending Chrysanthemum was a top-tier immortal herb with extremely high quality, it was still fundamentally a plant.
Meanwhile, Qin Xuan’s Changming Sword was not only a sharp weapon but also possessed the dual attributes of thunder and fire.
Fire counters grass.
Without the attribute enhancements provided by soul rings, the Odd Velvet Heaven Ascending Chrysanthemum was simply no match for the Changming Sword.
Before long, Chrysanthemum Douluo was steadily losing ground.
“Preposterous!”
In his entire life, Chrysanthemum Douluo had never fought such a frustrating battle.
At this point, he was starting to get genuinely angry, involuntarily roaring aloud.
If Qin Xuan was suppressing him purely with tyrannical sword aura and bizarre, unpredictable moves, he wouldn’t feel the slightest bit of indignance.
But his opponent was countering him purely through martial soul attribute suppression.
That completely changed the nature of the fight.
If not for that, there was no way he would be beaten to such a pathetic state, left with almost no room to fight back.
Boom— Under the effect of the attribute counter, the plant whip in Chrysanthemum Douluo’s hand could hold on no longer.
It was cleaved in two by the scorching fiery blade of the Changming Sword.
The fiery light lost none of its momentum, fiercely crashing into Chrysanthemum Douluo’s chest.
Like a cannonball, he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a stone pillar in the Elder Palace, kicking up a massive cloud of dust that entirely enveloped his body.
“This kid is incredible.” Seeing this, Light Feather Douluo couldn’t help but gasp softly, undisguised admiration flowing from his eyes.
Most of the other consecrates shared this sentiment.
Even the Second Consecrate, Golden Crocodile Douluo—who was usually a man of few words and highly arrogant—rarely spoke up: “Indeed. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
The defeat is set; Yue Guan is no match for Qin Xuan.
It seems this kid proposing to train in the Slaughter Capital wasn’t a decision made in a moment of hot-headedness.”
“Cough, cough…” Violent coughing sounded from within the dust cloud.
Today, Yue Guan had lost massive face.
A majestic level 89 Soul Douluo, a quasi-Titled Douluo existence, completely suppressed and left helpless by a Soul King in a match where neither could use soul skills.
If word of this got out, people would laugh their teeth off.
“Damn it…
Qin Xuan, I have to admit you are very strong.
But I still have one move left.
My self-created soul skill—Spear of the Shattered Chrysanthemum.”
Chrysanthemum Douluo waved the remaining half of the plant whip in his right hand.
In the next moment, the other half that had been cut and fallen to the ground flew up into the air as if summoned.
It slithered over like a water snake.
The two halves met, fused at the severed point, and instantly straightened out, transforming into a sharp, plant-based javelin.
At this moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo’s address for Qin Xuan changed.
From “little Qin Xuan” to just “Qin Xuan,” dropping the diminutive.
This indicated he now treated Qin Xuan as an existence on equal footing.
Moreover, he had completely lost his previous spirited elegance.
His golden hair was a mess, and the golden armor on his chest had a chunk sliced out.
Underneath, a five-centimeter gash was faintly visible.
Although the wound wasn’t deep, blood continuously seeped from it.
Chrysanthemum Douluo covered his chest with his left hand, injecting soul power to stop the bleeding.
This had been caused by Qin Xuan’s sword aura.
It was one of the two strongest moves of the Horizontal Sword Technique, called the Four-Sided Horizontal Sweep.
Its power was second only to the strongest Eight-Sided Horizontal Sweep and served as its initiating stance.
Although it looked like a single move, at the instant it was unleashed, it generated four variations.
Each variation was fast as lightning and fleeting.
Although Chrysanthemum Douluo had relied on his plant whip to block the first variation and his tyrannical body-protecting soul power to block the next two, the fourth variation had landed squarely on his chest, breaking through his golden armor and inflicting physical damage.