CHAPTER 85: The Deadly Invitation

Chapter 85: The Deadly Invitation

Outside Tiandou City.

Night had fallen. The Seven Treasure Glazed Sect Castle lay silent under a sky choked with whistling wind and dark clouds that blocked out the stars, casting a gloomy shadow over the fortress.

Outside the castle gates, disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect were patrolling cautiously. Suddenly, a lone figure emerged from the darkness, stepping slowly but deliberately toward the castle.

"Who goes there? Halt!" a patrolling disciple shouted sharply.

The figure paused. "Imperial worshiper Qin Chuan, here to see Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect."

Dressed entirely in black, Qin Chuan blended seamlessly into the night. His tall, slender figure seemed as sharp and poised as a sword ready to strike.

"The hour is late, Your Majesty," the disciple said, relaxing slightly, "Why not return tomorrow?"

"Important matters cannot wait," Qin Chuan replied calmly, his steps slow but deliberate, each one covering several meters until he stood just before the castle gates.

"Very well, come in and report," the patrolman said, hesitating.

Qin Chuan looked up, eyes gleaming coldly in the dark. "Then please report this: The royal worshiper Qin Chuan invites the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's Sect Master Ning Fengzhi to die."

"To die?!" The disciple's face paled. Before he could sound the alarm, his body exploded violently, scattering blood and flesh in the night air.

One after another, the other patrolling disciples suffered the same fate, their bodies erupting into bloody mist.

In Qin Chuan's palm, the Holy Spirit Sword slowly condensed. The ten-foot-long blade quickly grew, surging with fierce energy until it became a massive broadsword burning with an intense, roaring flame.

With a thunderous roar, the Holy Spirit Sword shot from Qin Chuan's hand like a blazing cannonball, smashing through the heavy castle gates. Shards scattered across the ground, revealing the dark interior beyond.

The sudden disturbance triggered two terrifying soul power surges from within the sect.

"Who's there? What audacity!" two voices rang out sharply.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong appeared instantly, their presence heavy and menacing.

Sect Master Ning Fengzhi awoke abruptly, his face grim. "Who dares trespass in my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect?"

In the era before the Haotian Sect's departure, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was among the top three sects. No one dared to break in so boldly without risking their life.

Ning Fengzhi's mind raced. Could it be Qin Chuan, the Crown Prince he had met earlier that day? His heart sank.

Could he have pushed the young emperor too far—was this an assassination attempt?

He scrambled out of bed, running toward the door, still half-dressed.

Meanwhile, in the air above the castle, three figures confronted each other.

"Qin Chuan, you have the courage to attack us directly," Sword Douluo Chen Xin's voice was cold and resonant.

"So you're Qin Chuan," sneered Bone Douluo Gu Rong with contempt. "Do you really think you can shake the Xingluo Empire with cheap tricks?"

"Breaking into my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect? You must be tired of living."

Qin Chuan stepped forward calmly, the Holy Spirit Wings on his back shimmering faintly in the darkness with ethereal light.

"If you're here, then don't go back. Stay in our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect forever."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong laughed cruelly, activating his soul rings one by one until nine floated around him. One lit up, and a massive bone dragon spirit materialized behind him, roaring fiercely.

"I've wanted to test our strength for a long time," Sword Douluo Chen Xin said with a sneer. His Seven Killing Sword Spirit erupted from his body, radiating a murderous aura.

Qin Chuan remained still, watching coldly as the two Douluos fully unleashed their soul powers.

"Still too weak," Qin Chuan muttered, shaking his head slightly.

Suddenly, Bone Douluo Gu Rong's body exploded mid-air, the bone dragon spirit shattered into fragments.

Blood rained down, falling onto Ning Fengzhi's head as he arrived, stunned and horrified.

His cheeks stained with blood, Ning Fengzhi's eyes burned red with fury. "No! Uncle Gu!"

Losing one of the sect's two pillars before the battle even began was unbearable.

His heart filled with regret, knowing that even if the sect won, it would be at a painful cost.

"Uncle Jian, kill him!" Ning Fengzhi shouted, summoning his Seven Treasures Glazed Tower martial soul to bless Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Chen Xin's soul power surged rapidly, reaching level 98—just shy of peak Douluo strength.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Martial Soul is truly unique," Qin Chuan remarked with a hint of surprise.

But even this was not enough—still unworthy to fight him.

As Sword Douluo Chen Xin's power peaked, ready to strike, Qin Chuan suddenly extended a finger and pointed directly at him.

Chen Xin froze, panic rising as legends about Qin Chuan flashed through his mind—the Emperor of Xingluo had once led three Titled Douluos into battle, only for them to be slain instantly.

And now, before him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong had fallen without a chance to fight.

Even the legendary Peak Douluo Qian Daoliu could not kill Qin Chuan instantly—but Chen Xin was about to face the impossible.

Qin Chuan's finger pointed straight at him.