Chapter 465: 1 Man, 1 Sword, Sweeping the Field

"So this is fellow Daoist Ye Chen's Sword Dao?"

"Truly remarkable!"

At the edge of the martial arts arena, Li Jianyin hovered silently in the void, watching the chaotic battle with keen interest. A look of admiration spread across his face.

"Hmph!"

"You have time to think about such things now?"

Shi Chongwei, standing nearby, said with contempt, "Let's see what you think of him after you've watched him die."

The moment Shi Chongwei finished speaking, a bloodcurdling scream echoed across the battlefield.

Another expert had fallen to Ye Chen. This death was even more gruesome—he was utterly annihilated, body and soul, leaving not even a speck of ash behind, completely consumed by the Red Lotus Karma Fire.

Shi Chongwei's expression changed at the sight.

Li Jianyin, however, just shook his head and chuckled. "It seems fellow Daoist Ye Chen might not be the one who ends up dead."

"All these old geezers teaming up, and it seems they're still useless!"

Shi Chongwei's expression was grim, and he offered no rebuttal.

There was nothing he could say.

The truth was laid bare before him. Ye Chen's combat prowess was terrifying beyond belief. Even with so many experts joining forces, they couldn't touch him. In fact, he was the one cutting them down.

Even Shi Chongwei felt a chill run down his spine, stunned by the power Ye Chen was displaying.

"Now it's your turn!"

Ye Chen raised the Cangming Sword high. With Sword Qi flaring like a rainbow, he slashed down at Xu Ji!

"Break!"

The Xu family was, after all, a family of the Sword Dao.

As the Patriarch of the Yuan Province's Xu family, Xu Ji's own Sword Dao was not to be underestimated. He brandished his longsword, and a sharp, boundless Sword Qi surged forth. It coiled like a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, clashing with Ye Chen.

The other experts attacked from the flanks, launching a barrage of astonishing assaults at Ye Chen.

But none of it slowed Ye Chen down in the slightest. A massive, majestic cauldron materialized and swelled in size, becoming as large as a mountain and blocking all of their attacks.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen himself simply endured Xu Ji's fierce sword light, swinging his own sword as he pressed his attack!

"What?"

Xu Ji was stunned.

His Sword Qi struck Ye Chen's body, but it couldn't injure him in the slightest, leaving only a faint white scratch.

And with a ripple of purple light, even that scratch vanished without a trace.

"What the hell kind of defense is that?!" he cried out, his composure completely shattered.

His most prideful Swordsmanship couldn't even scratch his opponent. How could the Patriarch of the Xu family not feel utterly defeated and frustrated?

But just as Xu Ji was about to retreat, Ye Chen was already upon him. A terrifying, boundless Sword Intent flowed along the blade of the Cangming Sword!

One slash, and Ye Chen cut Xu Ji in two!

"This is... Perfection... Realm Sword Intent..."

Xu Ji's mouth hung open, his eyes filled with sheer wonder.

"To have cultivated a Sword Intent greater than my own at such a young age... Incredible..."

In the final moments of his life, he seemed to have let go of all hatred, feeling only a sense of awe and joy at witnessing such a supreme Sword Dao.

And with that, the Patriarch of the Xu family died, his Divine Soul sucked away by the Soul-Catching Lamp.

In the distance, the watching experts from the Xu family were overcome with grief and heartache.

The Xu family had suffered one devastating blow after another recently.

Even their Supreme Elder, Xu Qianfeng, and now their Patriarch, Xu Ji, had fallen in succession.

In the future, the Xu family's power would surely plummet. They would no longer be able to maintain their status as the hegemon of Yuan Province!

This realization made many of the Xu family experts sigh to themselves.

'Perhaps we should never have provoked someone like Ye Chen in the first place!'

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.

"SWISH!"

Another slash of his sword!

This single strike lopped off three heads!

Three Divine Might Realm Cultivators were slain on the spot. Their Divine Souls had no time to escape before Ye Chen absorbed them with the Soul-Catching Lamp.

This bloody scene stunned all the Cultivators who had surrounded Ye Chen.

They trembled in fear. The murderous intent in their eyes as they looked at Ye Chen had long been replaced by sheer terror.

They were facing an enemy they couldn't kill no matter how hard they tried, an enemy who could kill them at any moment. This reality caused their fighting spirit to plummet.

"Feihong Academy?!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, his gaze landing on a white-haired old woman.

She wore the robes of Feihong Academy, and her aura was overwhelming, identifying her as a powerful expert at the Sixth Layer of the Divine Might Realm!

And yet, this senior expert, one of the top masters in all of Dongxuan Province, trembled in fear under Ye Chen's gaze. She could barely resist the urge to turn and flee for her life.

"If I recall correctly, I didn't kill the prodigy your Feihong Academy sent to the Dragon Prison Cave."

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, a chilling light swirling in their depths. "I never thought you'd dare to take the initiative and try to kill me. You're truly courting death!"

Ling Qianxiao, the one Ye Chen had fought back in the Dragon Prison Cave, was Feihong Academy's most senior disciple, as well as the most monstrously talented prodigy of its younger generation.

Feihong Academy fancied itself a leader of the righteous path. Back then, Saint Mother Jinglian had seen that Ye Chen was a Demon Cultivator and had her disciples attack him on her own initiative.

Ye Chen had no prior grudge against them, but they, believing they were vanquishing evil and defending the righteous path, had provoked him. Every time Ye Chen recalled this, murderous intent surged within him.

Now that he had identified her, he held nothing back. Gripping the Cangming Sword, he charged directly at the white-haired old woman.

"You... You stay away!"

The white-haired old woman, already terrified by Ye Chen's power and devoid of any will to fight, retreated again and again. She conjured waves of ripples from her hands, forming a water-like curtain to block him.

Each ripple that spread out pulsed with terrifying power, enough to grievously wound a Divine Might Realm expert.

To Ye Chen, however, the force was negligible; it couldn't harm him in the slightest.

With a single slash, Ye Chen tore through the water curtain. The chilling Sword Qi continued unabated, streaking directly toward the retreating old woman.

"Break!"

The white-haired old woman's expression changed drastically. She summoned a scroll. As it unfurled, a noble, righteous aura burst forth, filling the air with the characters of the Great Dao. The display of power was astonishing!

But under the assault of Ye Chen's Sword Qi, each character exploded into motes of light the moment it was struck.

The defense formed by the scroll, while powerful, was utterly incapable of stopping Ye Chen's Sword Qi. In the blink of an eye, it was torn to shreds.

The white-haired old woman's body was shredded to dust by the same Sword Qi.

"No!"

"Grandmaster Lan!!!"

From the ranks of Feihong Academy, many disciples cried out in anguish. Even more stood pale-faced, trembling uncontrollably.

Just then, Ye Chen's gaze swept over them from a distance.

That gaze, so cold it seemed utterly devoid of emotion, made them feel as if they had been plunged into a cavern of ice. Merely meeting it from a distance caused their bodies to go rigid.