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Boom—!
A blazing tornado clashed violently with Lin Qiuyang's countless sword shadows, shaking heaven and earth with a thunderous explosion. Under the tremendous shockwave, both combatants were forced several steps back.
Lingyuan was a Level 92 Power Attack-type Titled Douluo, but she had only recently recovered from serious injuries. Therefore, even though Lin Qiuyang was only Level 91, he was still able to contend with her.
"Spirit Avatar: Sword of Xuan Iron!"
Lin Qiuyang gathered his spirit power and poured it into the Xuan Iron Sword. In an instant, a phantom of him appeared in midair. The white phantom looked otherworldly and refined, holding what seemed to be an ordinary Xuan Iron Sword as it slashed down toward Lingyuan Douluo!
In that moment, the Gengjin Sword Qi howled with a shrill screech, raising a violent gale as it slashed toward Lingyuan Douluo with unstoppable force.
"Eighth Spirit Skill: Blood Boil!"
As her words fell, her eighth spirit ring flared to life. Flames of fury erupted in Lingyuan Douluo's eyes, blazing into a raging fire.
This was no exaggeration—it was reality. At that very moment, Lingyuan's eyes were truly burning with scorching flames.
First her beautiful, amber eyes ignited, and soon both of her hands were wreathed in fire. She waved them wildly, the flames carving intricate arcs through the air that traced a blazing formation, linking with the laws of fire between heaven and earth!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
As the fiery formation took shape, thousands of blazing arrows shot out from it. They resembled Zhu Zhuyun's Nether Arrow Rain, though their hue was different.
However, the difference in their power was incomparable. Empowered by the laws of fire, each of these arrows carried devastating might. A single one could gravely injure a Spirit Saint.
In the blink of an eye, countless fire arrows swept forward like a crimson plague of locusts, hurtling toward Lin Qiuyang and the White Tiger soldiers behind him.
If the White Tiger soldiers were annihilated, the Spirit Hall's forces would have a path to survival.
"Not good!"
Lin Qiuyang's face paled as he grasped Lingyuan Douluo's intent. He slashed furiously with his Xuan Iron Sword, unleashing wave after wave of unstoppable Gengjin Sword Qi.
Bang, bang, bang!
The sword qi screamed through the air, colliding with the rain of blazing arrows in a series of deafening explosions.
Lin Qiuyang's Gengjin Sword Qi was forged of pure metal-attribute spirit power, second only to Dai Weisi's Ultimate Gold. Its power was overwhelming and ferocious.
When it clashed with the flaming arrow rain, it tore through the sky, each strand of sword qi shattering a hundred blazing arrows.
Yet the fire formation, bound to the laws of flame, produced thousands more with every passing second, unending and inexhaustible.
Though Lin Qiuyang's blade struck ceaselessly, he could only destroy a fraction of the barrage. The rest howled past him like locusts, streaking toward the White Tiger soldiers.
"Ahhh!!!"
Agonized screams echoed across the battlefield, and anxiety burned in Lin Qiuyang's heart.
"These White Tiger soldiers were personally trained by His Highness the Crown Prince! If they suffer heavy losses under my watch, how could I not feel ashamed of the grace he showed me in gifting the spirit bone? How could I ever repay his kindness!?"
As his mind churned with desperation, a flaming arrow suddenly streaked toward his head!
Sensing the sharp killing intent, Lin Qiuyang leaped back, sword flashing before him to block the deadly strike.
"This won't do! As long as that fire formation stands, these arrows will never stop. I have to destroy it!"
Having made his decision, he vaulted backward to evade the oncoming arrows while simultaneously channeling his spirit power into his spirit bone.
"Spirit Bone Skill: Power of Gengjin!"
Silver light flared from his right leg, and the force of Gengjin within him surged. His entire presence sharpened like a blade tempered for decades—a sword polished for ten years, all for a single strike that could shake the heavens!
With the Power of Gengjin amplifying him, the might of all his spirit skills instantly doubled.
"Ninth Spirit Skill!"
Lin Qiuyang wasted no more words, pouring his spirit power into his ninth spirit ring. In an instant, the Xuan Iron Sword gleamed with a chilling radiance, its razor edge sending shivers down the spine.
"What… what is this feeling?"
At that moment, gazing upon the Xuan Iron Sword, Lingyuan Douluo felt a bone-piercing chill. An inexplicable fear spread from the depths of her heart.
That sword was like an abyss, possessing a soul-stealing power.
Lin Qiuyang had yet to strike, but his berserk Gengjin Sword Qi had already swept across the entire battlefield.
"I have a sword! It can sunder heaven and earth!"
I have a sword that can sunder heaven and earth!
This was the name of Lin Qiuyang's ninth spirit skill. At that moment, the violent sword qi and Lin Qiuyang became one.
Aided by his ninth spirit skill, Lin Qiuyang had reached the state of Unity of Man and Sword. The man was the sword, and the sword was the man—fused as one, without distinction.
On the entire Douluo Continent, only Sword Douluo Chen Xin had reached this state.
However, Chen Xin could achieve it without the aid of a spirit skill, while Lin Qiuyang required his ninth skill to do so—the difference in their mastery was clear.
Lin Qiuyang drew his sword and rose, becoming a silver meteor. He tore through the heavens, charging headlong into the storm of fire arrows and surging toward the flaming formation.
He showed no fear before the endless rain of fire. Instead, he let the arrows batter against his body.
In that instant, he himself was the blade. Abandoning all defense, he advanced as if against ten thousand foes.
Casting aside all distracting thoughts, his mind, body, and soul merged completely with the Xuan Iron Sword. He no longer needed to hesitate, nor to consider success or failure. He only needed to believe in the sword in his hand.
In that moment, his sword had already made the choice for him!
Lin Qiuyang streaked across the sky as a silver meteor, rending the void as the astral winds of the nine heavens roared. Time itself seemed to pause; between heaven and earth, only that single "sword" continued to advance.
Finally, before Lingyuan Douluo could react, Lin Qiuyang slashed out. His sword qi soared like a dragon, shattering the fiery formation with unstoppable force!
One sword to open the heavens, one sword to separate life and death!
By the time Lingyuan Douluo came to her senses, the fiery formation was already in ruins. At the same time, the sword qi, now a silver dragon, was already rushing toward her, shocking her into a cold sweat!
"How could… This is impossible, ahhh!!!"
A piercing scream cut through the air as the berserk sword qi swallowed her whole, tearing at her flesh as though she had been cast into a meat grinder.
However, thanks to her profound spirit power, Lingyuan Douluo survived the onslaught. Even so, her body was a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Gravely wounded, she fell from the sky, unconscious.
Lin Qiuyang leaped forward, catching her falling body. After sealing her martial spirit and spirit power, he handed her to his men.
"Bind her tightly and guard her well. She is a great gift for His Highness the Crown Prince—don't let her escape!"
Lin Qiuyang said with delight. A captured Titled Douluo—whether publicly executed or exchanged with Spirit Hall for spirit bones—would greatly strengthen the Star Luo Empire's power and influence!
(End of Chapter)