Chapter 38 – Sword Prestige: Titled Douluo!

Jesus Weiss was jolted awake from his secluded cultivation chamber. Emerging to scenes of carnage throughout the sect—Demon Sheep Sect soul masters falling one after another—his brows furrowed. Yet, instead of immediately joining the battle, he first sought out his son.

Using his dark-attribute soul technique to move stealthily to the grand hall, he saw his third son, Wilbur Weiss, in a dire situation—and at once launched a powerful surprise attack on Chen Xun.

Chen Xun turned his head, visibly stunned.

"Grandpa!"

cried Zhu Tianhao, who had been watching Chen Xun the entire time amidst the crowd. As his personal guard commander, he was too far away to intervene in time.

"Sixth Soul Skill – Petrifying Gaze!"

Earth-type soul masters are famed for their defense and durability, not attack—but petrification techniques are especially notorious. As a successor of the Stone-Armor Boar Martial Soul, Zhu possessed the power of petrification.

While the petrifying light was fast, its power was insufficient—after all, Zhu was only a junior-level Soul Sage, and this was merely his sixth soul skill. It fell short.

Still, the petrifying beam partially solidified one of the demonic ram's horns, shifting its trajectory slightly. Yet, Chen Xun remained within its blast range.

Chen Xun raised his left arm, which gleamed with a subdued yet luxurious dark-golden light:

"Soul Bone Skill – Diamond Arm."

As the young clan lord of the Chen Clan, he too had a soul bone. This was a power-type soul bone, from a 40,000-year-old Diamond Giant Ape. It enhanced strength, attack, and defense. Chen Xun braced for impact—he would endure as much as he could.

Suddenly—

"Lifting my head, I see drifting clouds over the northwest.

Leaning on the sky, I must raise my sword.

They say in this place, late at night,

The glow of Dipper and Ox constellations burns bright!"

"Eighth Soul Skill – Frost Howl of the Vast Sea!"

"Jesus… I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

The voice echoed from the heavens, resonating through the air.

A sharp sword cry rang out, and a boundless sword intent descended from the skies. Waves of ice-bound sword energy, subtle and omnidirectional like an antelope's horns, gathered from heaven and earth and exploded forth.

The level ground was slashed open, the sword energy converging and solidifying into a mighty frosted sword peak. It erupted into existence before Chen Xun, rising steadily with awe-inspiring momentum—like a towering glacier that would never melt, an eternal mountain.

Within a kilometer radius, the temperature plummeted—as if atop a snow-capped peak or amidst howling glaciers. It easily blocked Jesus Weiss's continued Demonic Ram Sky-Piercer attacks, remaining immovable and unshaken.

As mentioned previously, Chen Hong cultivated a dual-path sword technique of offense and defense, based on ice and water. His comprehended sword intent was the Xuanming True Water Sword Intent, fusing water to control ice, and merging water with the blade. This eighth soul skill was his ultimate defensive move.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Xun's sword aura swept through Wilbur Weiss, cleaving him clean in two—and toppling several buildings in its wake.

"Uncle Hong!"

Chen Xun's face lit up with joy.

"Wilbur… my son!"

Jesus Weiss choked with grief, tears streaking down his aged face.

Under the blood-red moonlight, atop the mere 300–400-meter-high hill, the sword peak kept rising. Eventually reaching nearly 100 meters tall, it glowed with a chilling blue light, exuding a deadly, solemn aura—eye-catching in the extreme.

A lone figure descended from the skies, landing atop the peak. Clad in a royal blue robe embroidered with golden threads, his sharp, sword-like gaze looked down on the entire Demon Sheep Sect. He radiated imperial dominance, hovering mid-air with two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings circling him—brilliant and awe-inspiring.

This was Chen Hong, Chen Xun's paternal uncle!

As the battlefield commander and someone responsible for monitoring powerful Soul Douluo, how could he possibly let his nephew—the young clan lord—fall into danger?

"Another Titled Douluo…!"

Guido Weiss's face turned pale, his expression bitter.

By now, he was covered in wounds, weakened and miserable, after being crushed by Ximen Rongcheng. The fiery red blade lights surrounding him fell like an unending rain.

The Hellfire Demon Blade martial soul was not only brutally powerful in physical attack but also dealt elemental and mental damage—burning spirit and body alike. Its mental damage could even exceed its physical destruction.

Possessing attributes of gold, fire, and spirit, it was highly similar to the Seven-Star Sword. The two families had long been close allies—generations of ironclad friendship. The Chen Clan even jokingly referred to them as "The Blade and the Iron Pact."

When Chen Hong appeared, many Demon Sheep Sect soul masters froze and retreated from battle. Morale plummeted, and the will to resist vanished.

This was now the second Titled Douluo to appear.

The Demon Sheep Sect was merely a mid-tier sect—how could it possibly deserve to be besieged by two Titled Douluo, over ten Soul Douluo, twenty or thirty Soul Sages, and over two hundred Soul Emperors and Soul Kings?

"I haven't fought anyone in twenty or thirty years.

You should feel honored, Jesus."

Chen Hong's calm voice echoed across the sky.

"Seven-Star Sword… You're… 'Blood Prestige Sword' Chen Hong!?

You broke through to Titled Douluo!?"

Jesus Weiss's voice trembled.

Chen Hong had been famous in his youth—especially during his service in the foreign legion under the Duke of the Southern Frontier in the Star Luo Empire. During battles against the Half-Beasts of the Ten-Thousand-Mountain Range, his sword techniques—originally water-based—had been stained crimson by rivers of blood. He had earned the moniker:

"Blood Prestige Sword."

There are only mistaken names, never mistaken nicknames. Jesus Weiss had once served in the same army division as Chen Hong, though they were never close. It had been over thirty years since they last met, but he clearly remembered Chen Hong's brutal fighting style.

"My title—Sword Prestige!"

"Call upon the full moon to shine,

illuminating the frost and snow in my heart.

Mighty rivers roar and flow—

The whale has yet to swallow the sea,

but my sword aura already dominates the autumn sky!"

"Ninth Soul Skill – Ten Thousand Swords Return: Abyssal Whirlpool!"

That's right. Unlike his descendant Chen Xin, whose "Ten Thousand Swords Return" was a sixth soul skill, Chen Hong's was his ninth.

Hovering mid-air, Chen Hong's sword shadow soared toward the heavens, aura rising rapidly. His eighth soul skill had formed a towering sword peak—but now, it began to transform.

The blue light surged and turned into countless flying swords.

Not just that—even metal weapons like sabers, spears, swords, and halberds on the ground—and even the metal martial souls of some lower-level Demon Sheep Sect soul masters—were pulled away uncontrollably, orbiting Chen Hong.

They formed a massive metal vortex, hundreds of meters wide.

They say a force of ten thousand people is endless. The same is true for swords. The overwhelming mass of weapons spun at blinding speed—it was a spectacle of terrifying grandeur that made one's scalp crawl.

At this moment, anyone would develop trypophobia.

Compared to Yang Jingxue's "Cloud-Piercing Arrows," this was many levels higher—with a truly monumental aura.

This was the world's number one offensive martial soul—in all its glory!

The soul masters of the Demon Sheep Sect now looked like criminals awaiting execution. Many trembled uncontrollably—for the Sword of Damocles hovered above every head.

No one believed those swords were just meant for Jesus Weiss.

"Grand Elder…"

many looked pleadingly toward Jesus Weiss.

But Jesus said nothing.

He had to buy time for Yona Weiss.

Yes—on his way over, he'd seen Yona Weiss leading a group toward the mountain gate via a side path. He had not intervened. Though they didn't get along, he hoped the Weiss family line would survive.

As for those in Il City, in the frontier towns, or scattered outside—given the way this felt like an extermination, he didn't have much hope.

Even if someone did escape, they would need a high-level soul master to protect them. If Yona Weiss made it out, the Weiss clan might yet rise again someday.

As for himself—he had demanded greater rewards from Douhun City. Now, it was time to take responsibility.