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"Hmph!"
Jealousy filled Ye Chen's eyes. Why are you still pretending? he thought coldly. You'll be stepped on sooner or later anyway.
At this moment, his heart instead relaxed. The more Jiang Chen behaved like this, the more it would highlight Ye Chen's own extraordinary talent.
Boom!
The cultivation aura around his body erupted.
Dharma Realm.
King Realm.
Venerable Realm.
In just a few breaths, Ye Chen adjusted himself to his peak state. His eyes turned icy as he said coldly,
"When we fought back then, you relied on your higher realm. But now, let's see how you plan to defeat me!"
"Ignorant."
Jiang Chen remained seated cross-legged in the void. Holy, flawless light radiated from his body, enveloping him completely. He looked pure and sacred, like a true saint descending upon the world.
The Saint Son of Zhenwu Sect.
The Saint Son of Shenxing Sect.
The Saint Son of Tianji Palace.
These top young elites all turned their gazes over. Seeing this, they frowned slightly in surprise.
"Is Jiang Chen really this arrogant?"
"He's sitting there cross-legged, does he not plan to use his full strength?"
Even the Saintess of the Goddess Palace looked tense. Her beautiful eyes carried worry, her face pale as she sent a voice transmission,
"Brother Jiang, be careful. This person's cultivation is not simple. Don't be fooled by his appearance!"
"It doesn't matter," Jiang Chen replied calmly.
"A jumping clown."
"One sword is enough."
He didn't transmit his voice.
He said it openly.
Instantly, the surroundings fell silent. Even the saint sons of the other holy lands frowned, this was arrogance, plain and simple.
Then,
an ancient sword appeared.
The Taixuan Sword.
Jiang Chen grasped it.
Swish!
He swung it casually.
In that instant,
the pupils of the saint sons and saintesses of every major holy land shrank violently. They stared at the crescent-shaped sword light in horror, exclaiming almost in unison:
"This sword!"
The sword light roared like a tide, erupting with terrifying sword intent. Even senior experts who had been in the Venerable Realm for many years felt their hearts tremble. The sword intent alone made them shudder.
The younger generation had already reached, or even faintly surpassed, them.
Boom!
Ye Chen was the first to be struck.
Facing that overwhelming terror within the sword light, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief as he stared at Jiang Chen.
How could this sword be this strong?!
He had fought the saint sons and saintesses of several other holy lands before, yet he had never felt such an absolute sense of death. This sword light,
it could kill him.
"Impossible!"
"I, Ye Chen, am the son of destiny!"
"With Grandpa Ring by my side!"
"How could I be defeated by him?!"
Boom!
The sword light surged forward and swallowed him whole.
Puff!
As dust and mist dispersed, countless cultivators stared silently into the void.
Jiang Chen remained seated cross-legged, dressed in white like snow. Sacred light flowed around him, his temperament peerless, like a supreme divine son.
Ye Chen, in contrast, was in utter misery.
His clothes were shredded. Sword wounds covered his body. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
More importantly,
an old man stood in front of him.
If not for that old man's timely intervention, Ye Chen would have already died beneath the sword.
Such a stark contrast,
victory and defeat were already clear.
What no one had expected was how crushing it would be.
Jiang Chen never even stood up.
He merely swung his sword once, and nearly shattered Ye Chen's soul.
"This…"
The spectators were left speechless. Ye Chen was not weak. He had just defeated the rising stars of the Eastern Region one after another. Even the Saint Son of Tianji Sect and the Saintess of the Goddess Palace had fallen to him.
His strength was undeniable.
But he was still crushed.
It wasn't that Ye Chen was too weak,
it was that Jiang Chen was too strong.
The Saint Son of Zhenwu Sect.
The Saint Son of Shenxing Sect.
The direct descendant of the Nangong Family.
The pupils of these young elites all contracted as they stared at the sword.
"It's not that Jiang Chen himself is absurdly strong," someone said slowly.
"It's that this sword is strange."
"Human Emperor Sword!"
"Taixuan Sword!"
Someone finally recognized it and exclaimed aloud.
The Saint Son of Shenxing Sect sighed lightly. If Jiang Chen had achieved this with his own cultivation alone, it would be terrifying beyond belief. But if he used a Human Emperor, level magic weapon, then it was still within reason.
Still,
that didn't change the fact that Jiang Chen was powerful.
Without sufficient cultivation, even holding a Human Emperor weapon wouldn't allow such a display.
Jiang Chen sat calmly in the void, his transcendent aura undiminished. He was quite satisfied with the outcome of that sword.
Ever since learning from the life simulation that Ye Chen was a protagonist of destiny, he had never planned to kill him outright. Now that one sword was enough to suppress him, there was no need to continue.
"Hmph!"
"What a ruthless junior!"
"It was merely a spar between peers, yet you nearly killed him. Such cruelty cannot be tolerated. I'll wait for your master to punish you!"
The old man in front of Ye Chen shouted angrily as he pulled Ye Chen back.
At the same time,
Elder Wang He, seated cross-legged atop Donglin Sect's flying boat, snorted coldly.
"Where did you crawl out from?"
"When did it become your place to lecture the disciples of my Donglin Sect?"
Pah!
A palm descended from the air.
It struck the old man squarely across the face, sending him flying as blood sprayed from his mouth.
The surrounding crowd was stunned.
No one expected that a contest between juniors would escalate in the blink of an eye into a clash between Human Emperor–level experts.
Zhenwu Sect.
Shenxing Sect.
Tianji Palace.
The leaders aboard the flying boats all wore strange expressions. They hadn't expected Donglin Sect to be this domineering, slapping Xiandao Sect in public.
That old man was merely at the peak of the Venerable Realm, but this slap was a direct blow to Xiandao Sect's face.
Would they let it go?
Just as that thought arose,
a vast and terrifying aura surged from Xiandao Sect's flying boat.
An ancient, weathered voice echoed out:
"Donglin Sect is truly overbearing. Are you bullying my Xiandao Sect because you think we have no one?"
Two eyes opened from within the flying boat.
Their gaze descended upon Jiang Chen like a mountain pressing down. Even breathing became difficult.
The voice continued coldly,
"I heard this sword was auctioned by my disciple Ye Chen in Tianbao City as a tribute to me, yet it was shamelessly seized by you, a junior. Today, it shall return to its rightful owner."
Buzz!
A massive hand stretched out from the flying boat, blotting out the sky.
Even the Human Emperor experts of the other holy lands felt their hearts tighten.
"This old monster has grown stronger again," they thought grimly.
At the same time, regret surfaced.
They had all heard of the Taixuan Sword's reputation. It was once in the hands of Elder Chu of the Sutra Pavilion. Who would have thought he would give it so generously to a junior?
Now,
not only might the Taixuan Sword be lost,
but Donglin Sect's face would likely be trampled today as well.
Elder Wang He's pupils tightened. He hadn't expected the other side's Human Emperor to be so brazen. Was he not afraid that Donglin Sect's Saint would descend directly upon Xiandao Sect?
Just as he was about to act,
Jiang Chen's voice transmission reached him.
"Elder Wang, don't worry. Just watch."
"I'll handle it."
Under that immense pressure, Jiang Chen showed no fear.
Instead, his eyes burned with excitement.
He clenched the talisman paper in his hand, his heart surging with exhilaration.
Master truly sees everything.
He knew this trip would be dangerous and gave me this talisman in advance.
Today,
I'll kill this old Daoist with a sword and let him see who's really showing off.