Chen Xin ranked fifteenth, which was within Tang Chen's expectations.
However, at the next moment, he suddenly stopped.
A powerful emotional surge originating from the depths of his bloodline traversed endless space and was clearly transmitted to his senses.
That was... the scent of my mother, Ah Yin.
It contains extreme sadness, anger, and... a deep-seated heartache.
Tang Chen's gaze instantly darkened.
For the first time, a chilling glint, enough to freeze time and space, flashed across his usually calm and unwavering eyes.
It's Tang Hao.
No one but him could cause such a violent emotional fluctuation in his mother.
What did this man do to his mother?
The power of the progenitor's blue silver bloodline flowed quietly within Tang Chen's body, and the sorrowful call from his mother became increasingly clear.
Tang Chen raised his head and gazed in the direction of Jialing Pass, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void.
"It seems that before settling old scores, we must first rescue my mother from her misery."
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Inside the main hall, after a deathly silence, came an even more violent uproar.
"Chen Xin... is only ranked fifteenth?"
Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, froze on his face with his signature strange laugh. He looked at his old friend beside him with a complicated expression.
Ning Fengzhi had already closed the folding fan in his hand, and the sharp light in his eyes turned into a profound shock.
"Chen Xin, at the peak of level ninety-seven, wields the power of the Seven Kill Sword. Across the entire continent, how many can rival him?"
"He's actually... only at the bottom of the list?"
All eyes were instinctively drawn to that straight, sword-like figure.
Chen Xin himself was also slightly frowning at this moment.
He wasn't surprised to be on the list, but he was surprised by his ranking.
That's too low.
He spent his life pursuing the sword, confident that his offensive power was second to none in the world, not even the legendary level 99 peerless Douluo.
"The fifteenth one..."
Chen Xin murmured to himself, his eyes showing no disappointment, but rather a long-lost fighting spirit.
"interesting."
"I want to see who these fourteen people ahead of me really are."
At that very moment, the golden list of the Great Dao in the sky changed its light again, and lines of new golden characters cascaded down like a waterfall, clearly appearing before the eyes of every living being on the continent.
[A brief overview of Chen Xin's life: Successor of the Seven Kill Sword, born into a family of swordsmen, he learned about swordsmanship at the age of three, began practicing swordsmanship at six, and devoted his life to the sword.]
[His father, Chen Jianjun, was also an exceptionally talented individual. He once challenged Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall and a peerless Douluo at level ninety-two, and although he was defeated, he was still honorable.]
The words on the list of successful candidates seemed to possess a magical power, unveiling that long-forgotten past.
At the foot of Jialing Pass, countless powerful elders who knew that period of history sighed with emotion.
"Chen Jianjun... a sword prodigy back then, what a pity, he challenged someone he shouldn't have."
"Yes, that battle was earth-shattering. Although we lost, it allowed the world to witness the sharpness of the Seven Kill Sword."
In the Heavenly Dou Camp, Yu Xiaogang looked solemn.
"Qian Daoliu...the pillar of the Spirit Hall, the pinnacle of the previous generation."
"Senior Chenxin's father actually has such courage."
The screen of the list of successful candidates rotated, and the text continued to appear.
[Chen Xin diligently cultivated the sword path to avenge his father, but while attempting to break through the level 97 bottleneck, he was injured by the Spirit Hall, damaging his very essence and preventing him from ever reaching level 97 again.]
Upon seeing this line of text, a wave of regret swept across the entire continent.
"So that's it! No wonder Sword Douluo has been stuck at level 97 for so many years!"
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Gu Rong's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes blazing with fury.
Ning Fengzhi also sighed deeply, his eyes filled with regret.
If it weren't for the Spirit Hall, with Chen Xin's talent, he might have had a chance to break through to the legendary god-level realm.
...
Within the Shrek Academy camp.
"Alas, what a pity that Senior Sword Douluo has such an encounter."
Oscar shook his head and sighed.
"The Spirit Hall deserves to die!"
Ma Hongjun cursed indignantly.
Ning Rongrong stood among the crowd, her pretty face filled with disappointment and heartache.
She wore a colorful glass dress, her figure was slender and graceful, and her curves were exquisite.
Her long, straight, beautiful legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, her skin as white as jade, radiating a soft glow.
At this moment, her usually bright and mischievous eyes were veiled with tears.
"Grandpa Sword..."
She gently bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, feeling indignant for Chen Xin.
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were like her own grandfathers, watching her grow up and were the elders she respected the most.
Tang San gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.
His expression remained calm, seemingly unaffected by this earth-shattering news.
"Rongrong, there's no need for that."
"We will avenge Senior Chenxin."
"Once we break through Jialing Pass and destroy the Spirit Hall, we will seek justice for our senior."
Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a convincing power.
Dai Mubai nodded and said, "That's right, the blood debt owed by the Spirit Hall must be repaid with blood!"
"It's just a pity that Qian Daoliu is probably already dead. Let him die too easily!"
Tang San's gaze turned toward the Spirit Empire's camp, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Yes, he is dead."
"Qian Renxue was able to inherit the position of the angel god because Qian Daoliu sacrificed himself, becoming the last stepping stone for her to become a god."
Upon hearing this, the Shrek Academy members all sighed in disbelief.
"Sacrifice yourself to become a god? That's too good for that old bastard!"
"That's right! He committed so many sins, he deserves to be torn to pieces. It's such a waste to let him die like this!"
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, feeling that Qian Daoliu had died too easily.
However, they did not know.
Deep within Wuhun City, in a secret chamber unknown to most.
An old man with white hair and beard, and a withered figure, was looking up at the golden list of light projected down from the void. A complex emotion was revealed in his cloudy eyes.
This person was none other than Qian Daoliu, who should have already sacrificed himself to die.
"Chen Xin... is quite a good junior."
"It's just a pity that they are not from my Spirit Hall after all."
Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh, his voice hoarse.
He is still alive thanks to one person.
That mysterious and unpredictable man, Tang Chen.
Back then, at the very last moment when he was burning all his life and soul power to pave the way for his granddaughter Qian Renxue to become a god.
A beam of azure light appeared out of thin air, forcibly freezing his collapsing soul and life force.
"Xue'er is my wife. Her path to godhood does not need to be paved by you."
That indifferent voice still echoes in Qian Daoliu's mind.
Tang Chen saved his life, but Qian Daotong lost all his heaven-reaching and earth-shattering cultivation.
Now, he is just a useless cripple, not even as good as an ordinary soul master.
(End of chapter)