Chapter 61: Xiadie VS Ji Juechen

"You are no match for me."

Ji Juechen's voice was cold and clear, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty.

A solitary, cold, and aloof aura rippled through the air.

The moment these words fell, the three people present, including Xiadie, were dazed for a moment.

Young man, are you really this brave?

Jing Hongchen, standing beside Ji Juechen, couldn't help but take another look at him.

A powerhouse who can casually tear through space for teleportation and read the memories of Titled Douluo, and you say they are no match for you?

No, you are that strong.

Then what am I?

A stray dog on the side of the road?

Even if the teacher behind Xiadie had some special treasure to bolster her, her own strength was definitely not simple.

Jing Hongchen, whose Spirit Sea had been crushed at a single touch by Xiadie, could not say much due to the restrictions, but he truly did not believe Ji Juechen could win.

Jing Hongchen bit the bullet and spoke: "Ahem~ Miss Xiadie, the child doesn't know any better, please don't take it to heart!"

Xiadie chuckled: "Hall Master Red Dust, it seems my age isn't exactly high either."

Well, she was definitely not pretending to be young; the age of this body was indeed small.

Jing Hongchen's mouth twitched, and Xiadie continued: "My soul power is inferior to Mr. Ji Juechen's, but combat is not just about soul power."

Purple energy gathered in her palm, and a one-handed longsword appeared in her right hand.

The longsword was dark purple throughout, its blade slightly twisted and winding in form, resembling a crescent moon or the skeletal structure of some strange creature.

After the weapon appeared, Xiadie's calm aura gradually turned cold and clear.

"Miss, what is this?" Wang Xian'er was full of surprise.

Xiadie's weapon was a scythe; having spent so much time together, she really didn't know Xiadie could also use a sword.

A faint sword momentum swirled around her body.

With 200 years of experience, Wang Xian'er had seen many Soul Masters who used swords and could judge that Xiadie's flickering aura did not look like that of a beginner.

"How familiar!" Xiadie gently shook the purple-black longsword; she had subconsciously manifested this thing.

The Sword of Ultimate Darkness belonging to the Fire Thief Bai E.

Having died more than thirty million times at the hands of a sword of the same style, how could she not be familiar with it?

Even so, every time she encountered that guy, it was never a good memory.

Xiadie held the Sword of Ultimate Darkness, which matched her height, horizontally in front of her.

A faint Sword Intent drifted outward.

Death, loneliness, Destruction————

Jing Hongchen and Wang Xian'er both subconsciously took a few steps back; that suffocating feeling did not seem to be merely a Death Attribute.

It was accompanied by the chaos and Destruction that follows the passing of life.

Having felt the aura of death at close range over thirty million times, it felt as if it were yesterday.

Although the sword in her hand was only a simulation, her understanding of the sword was something that even Bai E, who had inherited all the reincarnation memories, might not be able to surpass.

Inheriting memories is one thing; fighting and feeling it personally is another.

Xiadie's artistic conception quickly faded, leaving only a quiet aura lingering around the sword body, and the suffocating pressure slowly dissipated.

"Hoo—"

Wang Xian'er's expression was full of shock.

That was not the Death Element, but something deeper, something more profound than death.

It was even capable of affecting a Titled Douluo based on artistic conception alone.

Wang Xian'er felt her scalp tingle; just how much more did Xiadie have hidden?

On the other side, Jing Hongchen wiped the sweat from his forehead involuntarily.

Unlike Wang Xian'er, Jing Hongchen was only a level 93 Titled Douluo and not a swordsman, so he did not understand much about artistic conception, at most attributing it to a possible Domain.

"Incredible!" Jing Hongchen sighed.

At this very moment, located behind the dissipated waves, stood Ji Juechen opposite Xiadie.

He had long since subconsciously activated his martial soul.

Four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—were attached to the Heavenly Meteor Iron in his hand.

As a swordsman immersed in ten years of bitter cultivation, he vaguely saw something, yet it seemed as if he understood nothing at all.

"My friend, please, let us dance!" Xiadie lightly waved the longsword in her hand.

The sword Qi tore through the void and slashed forward.

The sword Qi was not strong, but it seemed to carry a sharpness capable of piercing through everything.

"Not good!"

Ji Juechen's expression changed abruptly.

His four soul rings shimmered in succession like rippling water.

He gripped the sword with both hands, the blade erupted with light, and he pointed the tip diagonally at the ground before slashing upward.

"Sshh—"

Ji Juechen retreated several steps, the incoming sword Qi having been slashed away by the sword in his hand.

But that cold, lonely feeling was transmitted the moment he made contact with the sword Qi, causing Ji Juechen to lose focus for a moment.

"My friend, it is not good to be distracted during a fight." A soft voice rang out by his ear without warning.

Ji Juechen's pupils contracted.

Almost as an instinctive reaction, the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed out horizontally.

"Ssh."

The sharp sword light tore through the air.

The keen blade grazed past the tip of Xiadie's nose, and the violent sword Qi exploded outward to both sides, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

This sword strike missed.

Just at the moment the sword edge swept past, Xiadie leaned her body slightly backward, like a feather caught in the wind, avoiding the attack by a hair's breadth.

Xiadie tapped her toes lightly on the ground, and her entire figure cut into the gap left after Ji Juechen swung his sword.

The purple-black Sword of Ultimate Darkness traced a chilling arc, slashing toward Ji Juechen's shoulder.

A sense of crisis exploded instantly.

Every hair on Ji Juechen's body stood on end.

His first, second, third, and fourth Spirit rings lit up almost simultaneously.

"Clang."

A deafening roar of metal clashing resounded through the surroundings.

Sparks flew in all directions, a shockwave spread outward, and Ji Juechen was forced back more than ten meters.

With every step he retreated, a deep footprint was left on the ground.

Only after shattering several stone tiles did he manage to steady his figure.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, the blade held horizontally against his shoulder.

And upon that blade, the purple-black Sword of Ultimate Darkness was pressing down silently.

It was suffocatingly heavy.

It was a dual oppression of Spirit Power and soul power.

"Your heart is in chaos."

Xiadie's voice rang out.

A dim light lit up on the Sword of Ultimate Darkness.

Soul power.

No, it was not just soul power.

Ji Juechen's pupils contracted violently; he felt as if he had grasped something.

Yet, a dazzling purple light swallowed everything at this moment.

Ji Juechen let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a cannonball.

"Boom."

The sturdy wall exploded with large cracks, and Ji Juechen seemed to be embedded into it.

"Cough, cough—"

He struggled to climb up, a trickle of blood slowly overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed firmly on the Sword of Ultimate Darkness in Xiadie's hand.

"So that's how it is, you integrated Spirit Power into your sword momentum."

He finally understood why he felt inexplicably suppressed during their clash; it was actually the combined application of Spirit Power and soul power.

"I didn't intentionally use Spirit Power, though!" Slowly raising the Sword of Ultimate Darkness, Xiadie's leisurely voice rang out at this moment.

A deep purple light suddenly expanded.

"If I really were to use it, it would become like this."

"Domain: Yishi Mingyu."

The world seemed to lose its color, the light dimmed rapidly, and the once quiet and peaceful sky had long since vanished.

Ji Juechen's body stiffened abruptly.

He discovered with horror that the flow of his soul power was slowing down, and his Spirit Power was being constantly suppressed, as if this entire world were standing in opposition to him.

"Clang—"

A faint sword hum sounded; the noise was very soft, yet it made Ji Juechen's entire body turn cold.

A long sword, purple from hilt to tip, was held against Ji Juechen's neck, the cold blade pressing against his skin and bringing waves of chill.

"Sir, I concede."

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