If it weren’t for Feng Wan, Ye Qingchen wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with the Youquan Sect, but the other side was simply too aggressive.
Moreover.
Even after he expressed a desire to back down, the other side was relentless, even wanting to detain them.
But how could Ye Qingchen be soone to be easily bullied?
Therefore.
At this mont, he held nothing back and acted directly!
"Not good!"
As he swung his palm, Zhu Yun and the others, who had been full of ridicule, suddenly changed their expressions. Even Elder Zhou’s pupils contracted, exclaiming in shock.
However, it was too late for them to step in and rescue.
They saw.
A powerful force had already burst forth through his palm. With a crashing sound, the dining table in front of Ye Qingchen was shattered into powder by this terrifying strength.
The force continued unabated, surging forward. It shattered tables, chairs, and stairs into fragnts, pushing through the corridor, directly toward the disciples of the Youquan Sect.
Under this vast power, how could the Youquan Sect disciples possibly stop it? In an instant, like small boats in a giant wave capable of sweeping the heavens and the earth, they were all defeated on the spot, letting out miserable cries, flying back even faster than they ca.
An eerie silence fell over the scene.
Zhu Yun, Feng Wu, and even Elder Zhou stood dumbfounded, wide-eyed, and open-mouthed at the scene before them.
It was as if a wild dragon had erged from in front of Ye Qingchen, crushing everything in its path, leaving a deep scar of destruction on the ground, and the whole tavern looking like it had been ravaged by a storm.
"Now do you believe that I have the strength to participate in the Sword Fighting Conference?" Ye Qingchen slowly withdrew his right hand, calmly glancing at Zhu Yun.
For a mont.
Zhu Yun’s expression turned grim.
The power of Ye Qingchen’s strike was indeed beyond what he had anticipated.
Seeing the Youquan Sect disciples being directly repelled, with their faces pale and clearly not lightly injured, a trace of anger surged in Zhu Yun’s eyes, "No wonder you dared to impersonate a contender in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference, so you have such strength! But do you think this is enough to convince ?"
"What more do you want?"
Ye Qingchen’s eyes lowered slightly.
"To tear off your disguise!"
Zhu Yun snorted coldly.
As his words fell, the aura of a Half-Step Profound Pill exploded out. This aura’s power and magnitude were even more refined and vast than Lu Changsheng’s.
Almost without a mont’s hesitation, it surged forth violently.
Snap and crackle!
An explosion of shattering sounds erupted.
Then they saw this invisible aura rolling forward, crushing the ground beneath it, splintering tables and chairs into wood chips as it advanced like a vast wave, directly surging forward.
Beneath this giant wave, was Ye Qingchen!
"Senior Brother Zhu Yun has made his move!"
"This kid is dood..."
"Indeed, let’s see how he keeps up the act now!"
Seeing Zhu Yun make his move, the disciples of the Youquan Sect present all rejoiced and clapped their hands in celebration.
"Humph!"
Ye Qingchen stood there, letting out a cold snort.
Stepping directly forward!
This step, seemingly casual, landed right on the weakest part of Zhu Yun’s aura. Instantly, the aura that seed like a monstrous wave turned into a gentle stream in front of him, quietly dispersing.
"Boom!"
At this mont.
Zhu Yun had already charged up.
"Zheng!"
Imdiately.
With a flick of his right hand, the long sword on his back shot out of its sheath. As the sword’s edge appeared, it was as if a brilliant white arc suddenly flashed across the sky, carrying a swift wind, directly targeting Ye Qingchen.
Whoosh!
The speed of this strike was so fast, only a shadow could be seen, and before anyone realized, Zhu Yun had already appeared in front of Ye Qingchen!
This Zhu Yun was also using the Sword Intent of Wind!
Under the fierce wind of this sword, it seed to stir the very heavens and earth.
Even though the target of this strike was Ye Qingchen, the disciples of the Youquan Sect present felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation rushing at them!
"Crash!"
Just as Zhu Yun made his move, Ye Qingchen was already prepared.
They saw his aura suddenly release, the rolling star power sweeping out, transforming into a hurricane that directly swept Hong Man, Jiang Churan, and Ye Qing, who were standing behind him, dozens of ters away.
At the sa ti, he gripped the Silver Dragon Sword with his right hand.
"Rise!"
In the dark night, a silver light suddenly blood, and there seed to be a faint dragon roar echoing in the void.
A similar beam of light directly blasted toward Zhu Yun’s attack.
"Haha, utterly ignorant! Daring to compete with head-on?" Seeing Ye Qingchen’s action, Zhu Yun laughed out loud, the mockery in his eyes growing even more pronounced.
Clang!
The two swords collided.
Then.
The hidden forces within the blades erupted simultaneously.
The terrifying Sword Qi transford into a ring-shaped wave, sweeping in all directions. As the wave passed, it even tore the surrounding air apart!
In fact.
The disciples of the Youquan Sect spectators were directly sent flying by this wave. Feng Wan staggered back several steps, barely able to stand with the help of Feng Wu pulling her.\p>
At the sa ti, the smug look on Zhu Yun’s face changed sharply.
At that instant.
He felt an overwhelming and terrifying power from Ye Qingchen, with almost no warning or pause, sweeping over him in vast torrents, directly surging into his body.
"Bang!"
In the eyes of the incredulous crowd.
Zhu Yun’s body shuddered violently, unable to stop himself from being blasted backward. Each step was a strong, resounding stomp on the ground, leaving a trail of chaotic footprints.
And Ye Qingchen stood where he was, without taking a single step back.
The clash of this sword exchange left Ye Qingchen with the upper hand.
"How is this possible!"
"This kid, he actually repelled Senior Brother Zhu Yun? But he’s only at the Spiritual Sea Seventh Heaven! What kind of power is this?"
A chorus of exclamations erupted all around.
Those Youquan Sect disciples who had been full of smugness before almost had their eyeballs pop out of their heads.
No one expected.
The Ye Qingchen they saw as a fraud would actually be able to repel Zhu Yun.
"He actually has this level of power!"
Feng Wu was also slightly agape.
Having seen Ye Qingchen in action, she now believed Feng Wan’s words by seventy percent. With the strength Ye Qingchen demonstrated now, he indeed qualified to participate in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference!
"Enough!"
At this mont.
Elder Zhou could no longer hold back.
He gave Ye Qingchen a deep look and said to Zhu Yun, "This young brother is not lying; he indeed has the qualifications to participate in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference..."
But at this point, the enraged Zhu Yun no longer listened.
Now.
He no longer cared whether Ye Qingchen was a fraud or not, or whether he had the qualification for the Sword Fighting Conference. As a Half-Step Profound Pill, an invincible presence of the sa rank, and the seventh strongest on the Bronze Platform, he couldn’t even suppress a kid in the Spiritual Sea Seventh Heaven; instead, he was repelled by the opponent!
This was about his dignity!
"This battle is not over yet!" Zhu Yun stared intently at Ye Qingchen, his eyes as sharp as swords: "Ye Qingchen, do you dare to continue fighting?"
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