Chapter 120 The Way of Slaughter: Unstoppable Advance
Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back in front of the towering, evergreen locust tree, his brows furrowed tightly.
He glanced at it only once before rejecting Ye Liuyun's choice without hesitation.
"You are cultivating the path of a Battle Soul Master. Although this Green Wood Resurrection Locust has strong vitality, it has no offensive soul skills other than its 'sacrifice the pawn to save the king' survival method."
Chen Xin turned around and earnestly advised:
"Your fifth spirit ring is crucial, connecting the past and the future. If you absorb it, it's like wasting an attack skill slot in exchange for a turtle shell that can only take hits. It's not worth it, not worth it at all. Listen to me, change it."
Ye Liuyun stood still, his gaze fixed intently on the giant tree, as if it were a rare treasure.
"This is it."
His answer was simple, direct, and left no room for negotiation.
Chen Xin choked for a moment, his beard bristling with anger:
"You brat, how come you're even more stubborn than me? This thing not only has no offensive power, but judging from its size and aura, it's probably over 30,000 years old! An ordinary Soul King can only absorb up to 10,000 years of it at most. Even if you're much stronger, over 30,000 years... that's a forbidden zone that only Soul Emperors or even Soul Saints dare to touch!"
Ye Liuyun remained unmoved, only adding a casual remark.
"I like things that are resilient."
"you..."
Chen Xin pointed at Ye Liuyun, speechless for a long time.
Finally, he angrily flicked his sleeve, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"Fine! Fine! Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish! Don't blame me if you explode when the time comes!"
Despite this, Chen Xin's movements were anything but hesitant.
"Buzz—!"
The Seven Kill Sword was suddenly drawn, and its terrifying sword intent instantly tore through the sky.
"You beast, you're just unlucky!"
With a roar, Chen Xin moved like lightning, instantly rushing into the swirling branches of the tree.
This time, he held nothing back. To prevent the tree from retaliating and injuring Ye Liuyun, he went all out.
"cut!"
A dazzling crimson light swept across the sky.
"Boom—!"
Before the hundred-meter-tall regenerating locust tree could even let out a scream, it had most of its crown sliced off by this domineering and unparalleled sword strike.
Immediately afterwards, countless fine sword energies burrowed into the tree trunk like a bone-deep infection, frantically shredding all its regeneration nodes.
Just three breaths.
The once invincible plant overlord is now reduced to a bare stump, trembling under the chilling sword energy, its life force plummeting to rock bottom.
Chen Xin sheathed his sword, placed one foot on the broken pillar, and turned to look at Ye Liuyun, his tone becoming more serious than ever before:
"This is your last warning. This is a genuine cultivation level exceeding 30,000 years. It's not too late to regret it now."
Ye Liuyun remained silent.
He quickly stepped forward, using his Soul Skill "Withering" to swiftly pierce the tree's heart, ending the life of the soul beast.
A soul ring, so deep it was almost black and radiating a terrifying pressure, slowly rose up.
Ye Liuyun sat cross-legged and, without hesitation, used his soul power to pull the soul ring, firmly attaching it to himself.
"madman..."
Chen Xin stood to the side, the Dharma Protector's hands were slightly sweaty.
He stared intently at Ye Liuyun's face, ready to forcefully interrupt at any moment.
However, time passed second by second.
The expected bleeding from all seven orifices did not occur, nor did the expected screams of pain.
Ye Liuyun's body only trembled violently for a moment when the soul ring entered his body. Then, his powerful physique became like a greedy furnace, frantically devouring and refining the vast life energy.
As for the "Ten Thousand Year Soul Shock" that makes countless geniuses tremble at the mere mention of it.
When it collided with Ye Liuyun's mental barrier, which was already a transformed soul beast, enhanced by immortal herbs, and tempered through countless trials by "distraction control," it was like a wave crashing into a reef, instantly shattering.
Half an hour later.
Ye Liuyun slowly opened his eyes, a captivating emerald light flashing briefly in his eyes.
The fifth spirit ring, gleaming black, pulsated gently around his body.
His soul power level even broke through to level 52 in one go.
Chen Xin stared at the scene, completely stunned, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
"It's that easy?"
He stared at Ye Liuyun as if he were a monster, expecting a painful ordeal, muttering to himself:
"This doesn't make sense!"
...
On their way back, the two did not rush, but instead sat down to rest by a cliff.
Chen Xin was still immersed in the shock just now. In order to cover up his loss of composure, he took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, and began to talk in a serious manner.
"Although you are exceptionally talented, remember not to be complacent."
With a flick of his wrist, Chen Xin pointed his longsword at the sky, forcibly regaining his air of superiority:
"Just like my Seven Kill Sword, why can it make the entire Soul Master world tremble with fear? It's not because of talent, but because of this spirit."
He suddenly stood up, his white clothes fluttering in the wind:
"The way of killing lies in having no distractions in your mind and in moving forward without hesitation! The moment you draw your sword, you can only have your target in your eyes, nothing else."
Chen Xin turned his head, stared at Ye Liuyun, and said in a firm and resolute voice:
"Even if what stands in your way is a god, or the very rules of heaven and earth, you must unhesitatingly swing your sword to cleave the universe and shatter the heavens! Only this kind of resolute determination, leaving no way out, can forge the sharpest sword!"
Ye Liuyun listened quietly, toying with a broken, withered branch in his hand.
After Chen Xin finished speaking, he slowly raised his head and sighed.
"Undeterred, we will slay gods and shatter the heavens..."
Ye Liuyun casually tossed the withered branch off the cliff, calmly uttering the poignant question:
"What if... the opponent standing opposite you is not a god?"
He turned around and looked directly into Chen Xin's eyes:
"But what about that version of yourself who was once full of vigor and passion, who believed you would become the greatest swordsman in the world?"
"Why do you always think about passing on your mantle to me instead of trying to become the best in the world yourself?"
"..."
Chen Xin's hand, which was about to sheath his sword, suddenly froze in mid-air.
"What did you say?"
Ye Liuyun continued to press for answers:
"If it were that young Chenxin who was willing to abandon everything for the sake of swordsmanship, who firmly believed that he was always right, and whose eyes were only on the sword, standing in front of you now, blocking your path."
"Can you win? Can you really go all out?"
The wind on the cliff suddenly stopped.
Chen Xin opened his mouth, wanting to refute, of course he could win, he was now a level 96 Super Douluo.
There aren't many people in this world who can beat him, let alone his former self.
But those words got stuck in my throat, and I couldn't get them out.
In that instant, he had a feeling that his former carefree and spirited self was stronger.
It's a kind of confidence that makes you feel like you won't lose to any opponent.
But now, he seems to have seen his limits.
It's commonly known as accepting one's fate.
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