Douluo Dalu: The Blind Sword Saint's Cry of 'Sword, Come!' Brings Down the Immortals

Lin Qiye sells himself to pay for his mother's burial, and Chen Xin takes him back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. His Innate Full Soul Power stuns the sect. Chen Xin intends to raise him as Ning Rongrong's protector, placing great hopes in him. But things don't go as planned. Six years pass, and Lin Qiye's Soul Power hasn't advanced a single step! Ning Rongrong: “Lin Qiye, you useless piece of trash. How dare you think you can protect me?” “Take your rotten piece of wood and get back to your mother's grave!” After leaving behind a blood-written promise to protect the sect with three swords, Lin Qiye says, “From this moment on, we owe each other nothing.” “The great roc rises with the wind one day, soaring ninety thousand miles!” Lin Qiye doesn't lose heart. A swordsman without pride is like an eagle without eyes. A word from the old blacksmith jolts him awake. Without a sword in the sword case, it can't be called a Martial Soul. He nurtures a sword within his body, and his life-bound flying sword, “Gentleman's Wrath,” returns to him! The power he accumulated over six years erupts, and his Soul Power surges through ten levels in an instant, bringing him straight to Soul Grandmaster. “A gentleman keeps his weapons close, waiting for the right moment to act.” With black cloth over his eyes and a sword case on his back, Lin Qiye travels the continent alone. He cultivates the most domineering sword energy, walks the longest roads, and cuts down the strongest enemies. Years later, he meets Ning Rongrong at the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament. Looking at Lin Qiye, who commands the entire arena with just himself and his sword case, drawing every eye, Ning Rongrong says, “Brother Qiye, you once promised to protect me for life. Do you still mean it?” Black cloth covering his eyes, Lin Qiye remains impassive and taps the sword case with his fingertip. “Annoying.” The sword case trembles, and all nine swords ring out together. This time, his sword points toward the Divine Realm. “Three million sword immortals in the heavens, yet even they must bow their heads when they see me!” (Blind swordsman, decisive and ruthless, no groveling for love, Tang San and the Grandmaster get what's coming to them...)