Chapter 41: Unity of Man and Sword – Sevenfold Slaughter

"Come, let me witness this so-called unity of man and sword!"

Chen Xiaoming's calm voice echoed through the battlefield. Whether it was Ning Fengzhi, who had activated the Seven Treasures Avatar, or Ning Rongrong and the others who had arrived, all could feel the immense collision of auras between the two combatants.

A sharp glint flashed through Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes. The next moment, his Seven Kill Sword absorbed all nine soul rings, fusing them seamlessly into the crystalline blade. Now, nine gleaming stars adorned the sword—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—corresponding to the nine soul rings.

Fusion of soul rings into the blade—this was the true power of Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"The sword is four feet three inches long, three inches wide, and the hilt measures one foot two inches. Its name: Seven Kill."

Chen Xin's right hand slowly grasped the hilt of the Nine-Star Seven Kill Sword. In that instant, he no longer seemed like a man but rather a raging storm. An indescribable aura erupted from him in a terrifying surge.

"Hummmm—"

A deep, resonant hum filled the air as the Nine-Star Seven Kill Sword responded, as if it were one with Chen Xin's very soul. At this moment, Chen Xiaoming no longer felt like he was facing a human—but rather an unsheathed divine blade.

A flash of black light streaked across the field—Sword Douluo Chen Xin's figure vanished, replaced by a massive Seven Kill Sword, two meters long and half a meter wide.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaoming's heart tightened—this was Sword Douluo's true martial soul avatar. Now fully united with his sword, the power of his strike would be amplified several times over.

"Whoosh—"

The branches of the Azurewood Tree Martial Soul in Chen Xiaoming's hands swayed. Without hesitation, his seventh soul ring flared brilliantly before merging into his martial soul. In the eerie green glow, silver light intertwined with crimson radiance, and an enormous projection of the Azurewood Tree materialized behind him.

Towering fifteen meters high, the Azurewood Tree swayed in the wind, its verdant trunk enveloped in a faint silver glow, while crimson markings gradually etched themselves across its branches.

The light enveloped Chen Xiaoming, and in the blink of an eye, he seemed to merge completely with the Azurewood Tree. The surrounding space trembled faintly as silver light emanated from his body. The silhouette of the Azurewood Tree flickered, as if it no longer belonged to this world.

This bizarre scene left the onlookers stunned. Even Grandmaster's eyes gleamed with intrigue, a hint of doubt surfacing in his expression.

According to his theories, the Azurewood Tree Martial Soul shouldn't possess spatial abilities.

Could it be a martial soul mutation? The thought crossed Grandmaster's mind, his curiosity growing ever more intense.

Yet for Chen Xiaoming, none of this mattered. At this moment, he only desired one thing—a battle. After so long without a true challenge, he felt a deep loneliness.

"Clang!"

A crisp chime rang out as his eighth soul ring flared. The crimson glow of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring transformed into a streak of light, surging into the Azurewood Tree Martial Soul.

A massive branch extended from the Azurewood Tree's main body—three meters thick and stretching ten meters outward before stopping.

Intense red light radiated from the tree, spreading along the branch, intricate engravings forming across its surface. A silver glow emerged simultaneously, enveloping the branch entirely.

"Please enlighten me."

A calm voice echoed across the battlefield. Behind the massive Seven Kill Sword, a towering five-meter-tall figure emerged—a phantom identical to Sword Douluo Chen Xin himself.

With a single-handed grip on his sword, he moved with the grace of heaven's natural order. The colossal Seven Kill Sword came alive, slicing forward. In that instant, it felt as if the sword had drained all surrounding energy, leaving a vast emptiness in its wake.

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Xin executed seven consecutive strikes in one seamless motion. Seven fierce sword lights carved a massive "Kill" (殺) character in midair, each slash tearing through space, revealing the abyss beyond. Every sword light was as dark as the void itself.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin did not halt. With the soul power amplification of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, he unleashed six more deadly slashes. As the sixth stroke flew forth, he hesitated for a brief moment—before his eyes blazed with unwavering battle intent. A faint, almost imperceptible sword aura flickered.

"Kill!"

With his final strike, Sword Douluo's phantom fused completely with his sword—transforming into the seventh and ultimate stroke. The final "Kill" character shot straight toward Chen Xiaoming.

The entire sky darkened. The eerie, jet-black character exuded a terrifying presence, causing Tang San and the others watching from afar to instinctively activate their soul power in defense.

Ning Fengzhi, in his Seven Treasures Avatar state, felt his brows twitch uncontrollably. Having known Sword Douluo for decades, he was intimately familiar with his techniques. Otherwise, how could he have supported him so effectively?

Yet now, seeing him unleash the Sevenfold Slaughter in full force, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but feel a trace of worry.

At this stage, there was no turning back. No matter who was injured, it would bring dire consequences.

"Hummmm—"

A low hum resonated from the seventh "Kill" character. The originally dark glyph now seemed to distort space itself, shrouded in layers of encroaching darkness.

Under the overwhelming presence of Chen Xiaoming, a Limit Douluo, Sword Douluo Chen Xin had surpassed his own limits. At this moment, his mind contained only one thought—his sword.

Everything else faded away. He himself had become a blade. The Seven Kill Domain gradually merged into the final stroke, making the originally pitch-black "Kill" glyph flicker with a strange, spectral light.

Even as the killing light merely grazed the earth, it left behind an unfathomably deep chasm. The very air seemed to be severed, emitting an ear-piercing screech. Darkness devoured space itself.

Tang San, Grandmaster, and the others fixed their gazes on Chen Xiaoming. Against such an overwhelming attack, they could not imagine anyone in the world capable of withstanding it.

At the same time, Chen Xiaoming's eyes locked onto the incoming seventh stroke. A surge of indescribable excitement welled up within him.

This final stroke contained not only all of Chen Xin's cultivation but also the entirety of his sword dao will. In essence, this strike was no longer just a word—it was Sword Douluo Chen Xin himself.

The sword was the man. The man was the sword.

In this moment, Sword Douluo Chen Xin had truly achieved unity of man and sword.

"Ten thousand swords concealed, frost stretching ten thousand miles! A single blade cleaves gods and devils alike!"

A clear voice resounded from all directions. Tang San and the others were momentarily stunned upon hearing it.

"A thousand swords hidden, decades unseen. When drawn, they streak across the sky like meteors chasing the moon, illuminating all nine continents!"

The voice rang out again. This time, the spectators discerned its source—it emanated from the Azurewood Tree itself. They were all taken aback.

Then, the voice surged with even greater intensity.

"For a thousand lifetimes, the sword's edge remained veiled, content in its seclusion.

But today, the sword's light shall pierce the heavens—tell me, who in this world dares to stand against me?"

Silence fell over the battlefield. Tang San and the others were utterly dumbfounded. Chen Xiaoming's soul-powered voice reverberated across the battlefield, carrying a grand presence akin to Sword Douluo's famed sword that could illuminate all nine provinces.

"Hahahaha! What a magnificent Sevenfold Slaughter! What a splendid Sword Douluo!"

The Azurewood Tree trembled wildly, its branches swaying in an ecstatic frenzy. Chen Xiaoming's exhilarated voice rang out.

"You are worthy of seeing my true strength!"

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