Chapter 12 Too Much Force
Looking at the white figure in the sky, the current Sword Douluo didn't know how to describe his feelings.
Are you excited?
There definitely is!
After all, being able to witness the strongest ancestor of all time displaying the Seven Kill Sword Technique was undoubtedly a great opportunity for him.
Furthermore, after this sword strike, one could gain insights and thus reach a higher realm.
However, right now, Sword Douluo's heart was filled with more complex emotions.
He was wrong, the shield was wrong, and the sect leader was wrong too.
Those who thought they had already secured their genius never imagined that Ning Huan actually held such a trump card.
That was our ancestor who willingly fought to the death for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Seven Gods, and even the entire continent ten thousand years ago!
Perhaps history and the past had long been lost in the long river of time.
As a disciple of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, one is required to read history books from the very beginning of one's education.
In particular, the part about the divine battle at Jialing Pass must be firmly memorized.
In other words, in the hearts of many disciples and elders, apart from that ancestor who had already become a god, there was no other one.
Ning Fengzhi, along with the sword and bone enshriners, were the most respected.
From some perspectives, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that these three ancestors were deified.
However, this very ancestor who wrote such a legend has now been summoned in public by a mere disciple of the Soul Sect from an outside sect.
But they actually gave a positive response!
Fortunately, their own sect leader hesitated and was thinking of waiting for the best offer.
They could have opened a back door, which would have saved them a lot of trouble.
Now look what's happened, Ning Huan has simply flipped the table and is no longer playing with you.
Deliberately concealing one's talent?
Is the origin of the resource unknown?
His cultivation progress is beyond the realm of reason?
With this ancestor's endorsement, all doubts are no longer a problem!
No one within the sect dared to use these points to start trouble!
Similarly, as long as Ning Huan does not make any fundamental mistakes or harm the interests of the sect, even the sect leader must treat him with kindness.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and Shrek Academy are quite similar in that they use past glories to guide their disciples to unite.
Destroying one's own foundation is a grave taboo; only a fool would do such a thing.
On the other side, Ning Hao's expression changed repeatedly, but he did not show the slightest regret for his miscalculation.
For him, nothing was more important than revitalizing the sect.
Moreover, as the head of a sect, he knows more than ordinary disciples and elders.
If Ning Huan can gain the approval of Lord Chenxin, it is equivalent to the former having no disloyalty to the sect.
If that's the case, why would he bother with scheming that would make people resentful?
Instead of wasting their energy on that, they should think about how to strengthen the connection between the disciples and the sect.
At the very least, the methods for training ordinary disciples are no longer effective.
Thinking of this, Ning Hao casually glanced at his daughter's beautiful, expectant eyes.
And the red-haired girl beside her, whose eyes were blazing with anger, seemed to be deep in thought.
At the same time, Chen Xin was carefully sensing the changes within himself.
Unlike a physical body, it was an illusory spirit with a relatively abundant amount of soul power within it.
He found the experience of being summoned for the first time quite novel.
After a moment, he lowered his head slightly, looked around, and glanced at Ning Hao, Wind Douluo, Sword Douluo, and the others.
Finally, he subtly curled the corners of his mouth and turned his gaze to Ning Huan below.
They say that people become wiser with age.
Having witnessed countless unpredictable events and cunning schemes, how could he not understand the situation before him?
He made a pact with his junior, hoping he would help clear his name and remove obstacles.
The sect leader's descendant on the high platform hoped to keep this once-in-a-millennium genius.
Although he had been dead for ten thousand years, why not use his remaining strength to do something for the sect?
Moreover, once the spirit body has completed its work and dissipated, when it finally sees Feng Zhi and that bastard Gu Rong, it will have something to talk about.
But...
'This kid is good in every way, except he's a bit too cunning, just like Feng Zhi.'
'You even dare to scheme against me, that's not right.'
'But with so many people watching, I can't ruin his plans. Hmm, I'll scare him a little.'
As a swordsman, one should do whatever one wants.
Chen Xin revealed a rare mischievous smile.
He then slightly raised his right arm, causing the tip of the Seven Kill Sword to fall naturally, making his aura even more fierce.
"Young man, take a good look at this sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Huan, who had been smiling confidently, suddenly sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly tried to stop him.
Unfortunately, the sword was in someone else's hand, and the speed at which he opened his mouth and made a sound was completely outpaced by Chen Xin's sword-wielding movements.
"No~ no~!"
"Eighth Soul Skill, First Form!"
"It's over..."
As soon as he finished speaking, nine giant swords, each four feet three inches long, appeared instantly, neatly arranged behind Chen Xin.
An overwhelming surge of Seven Killings Sword Qi erupted, raging across the sky, so sharp it seemed to shred space into pieces.
Ning Hao: ∑(O_O;)
Such sword power...
Something seems off!
Whose ancestor used all their strength to chop down their descendants?!
It's probably not real!
Furthermore, can this kid's total soul power even support half of the eighth soul skill?
Sure enough, by the time Ning Hao realized what was happening, Chen Xin had just drained the last bit of soul power from Ning Huan's body.
As he collapsed to the ground, his eighth soul skill, which had forced Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo to retreat, finally completed its charging.
"Move the mountain!"
At this moment, Ning Huan truly understood what it meant to lift a stone only to drop it on one's own foot.
He simply wanted Chen Xin to appear and shield him from some unnecessary trouble.
In his mind, at most he could have started with the move "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One," and he might not even have been able to unleash it in the end.
It saves soul energy while remaining within a reasonable range.
Who would have thought that this old guy would unleash his ultimate move right away!
Well, that's bad. They've been completely drained, and those old guys upstairs are clearly still reeling.
They made absolutely no attempt to stop it!
He didn't care; with the soul power restored by the Spirit Empowerment Platform, he could recover in less than an hour or two.
But these guys in front of me are in trouble.
Making a group of Soul Masters and Great Soul Masters withstand a half-form Soul Skill whose power rivals that of a Soul Emperor...
This is pure bullying!
Seeing this, Ning Huan collapsed to the ground, his face filled with despair.
Once he realized what was happening, Ning Hao abandoned all pretense of elegance and, contrary to his usual behavior, swore.
"屮!"
"Uncle Feng, hurry! Hurry!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Douluo immediately shuddered.
Then, he quickly put his mind to it and rushed straight to the top of the arena without saying a word, erecting several layers of wind-attribute soul power defense.
The next second, nine giant swords plummeted from the sky at breakneck speed.
The moment the sword tip touched the soul power shield, ripples appeared.
The sharp explosion caused by the friction of soul power also made everyone present cover their ears tightly, fearing that their eardrums would rupture.
Seeing that his junior was quite capable, Chen Xin, who had originally intended to end the matter there, suddenly became interested.
Unfortunately, the weak contractor was clearly unable to support his leisurely pursuits.
"Second question, fill in the blank..."
"Hmm? Is my soul power insufficient...?"
Chen Xin said in a low voice.
"Young man, you still need more practice!"
Hearing such an extremely dissatisfied complaint, Ning Huan couldn't catch his breath and fainted on the spot.
As the contractor lost consciousness, Chen Xin immediately felt a faint pulling force emanating from the Spirit Empowerment Platform.
Knowing he was about to vanish, he couldn't help but sigh deeply, then turned to look at Ning Hao and said softly:
"This young man's talent is unprecedented. I entrust him to you now, so please... treat him well."
Upon hearing this, Ning Hao dared not be presumptuous and immediately bowed slightly without hesitation.
"As my ancestor said, I, Ning Hao, will gladly die for them!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Xin nodded in satisfaction, and his figure slowly dissipated.
"Well, I hope that your generation can truly fulfill Fengzhi's lifelong wish."
After saying that, the white figure with soaring sword intent completely disappeared from everyone's sight.
He remained alone amidst the chaos, lost in thought, along with the others who were present, each with their own thoughts.
[end of the chapter]