Chapter 122: Just One Sword

Boom!

Inside the cave, a chill spread out, gradually freezing and sweeping towards Ye Chen.

However, Ye Chen remained calm, his voice cold, "North Border, let me send you down to reunite with your son."

"What?!"

North Border's expression turned furious.

Throughout his life, he had been obsessed with martial arts to the point where he only had one heir, North Guanghan.

He didn't care about the fall of North Liang or the destruction of the North Frost Palace. He had broken through to the Saint Martial Realm, and as a single person, he was equivalent to a sect, enough to suppress everyone in the Three Abysses, making them unable to raise their heads.

But with North Guanghan's demise, it undoubtedly struck a nerve. He wanted anyone who dared to lay a hand on him to accompany him in death.

"I'll kill you!"

His voice thundered like a storm, his anger soaring. The terrifying chill condensed into a sword, aimed directly at Ye Chen's heart.

Yet, Ye Chen remained calm, extending his palm casually and lightly pressing his fingertip on the icy sword qi.

"Bang!"

The sound of shattering echoed instantly, sharp ice fragments flew in all directions, but the condensed ice sword was firmly held down by Ye Chen's fingertip, unable to advance even a bit.

"How is this possible?"

North Border's pupils trembled violently.

Although he hadn't exerted his full strength with that attack, its power was still astonishing.

Being at the peak of the Seventh Stage of the Emperor's Martial Realm, just a single finger shattered it. How could this be possible!

Illusion, it must be an illusion.

"Attack!"

He pointed in the air, and the frigid light in the cave seemed to be all at his command. With a single finger pointing towards the sky, its power was no less than that of the Snow Sword Realm of North Liang, crashing towards Ye Chen.

"Shatter!"

Ye Chen remained calm as ever, imprinting his palm casually. The cave trembled, instantly crumbling, layer upon layer of dark clouds plummeted rapidly, condensing into a palm, roaring out.

After breaking through to a higher realm, Ye Chen's true energy was even more abundant. Compared to before, his Wind God Palm was several times stronger.

If he were to fight North Liang again, he wouldn't even need to release the Xuanwu Sword Technique. With just the Wind God Palm, he could destroy him.

"Boom!"

Terrifying reverberations rang out, filling the entire cave with violent shockwaves. The fierce and terrible collision of the sword shadows and the circular moon seemed as if two ancient divine beasts had emerged, fighting fiercely, causing the world to tremble, and the entire cave to vibrate violently, as if it were about to collapse.

Swoosh!

Amidst the terrifying shockwaves, two figures almost simultaneously retreated explosively.

North Border's expression became serious. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I now believe that both North Liang and North Han were destroyed by you."

This strike, even North Liang would not be able to withstand. Yet, this person managed to withstand it, making him just as formidable as North Liang.

It was hard to imagine that a Seventh Stage Emperor's Martial Realm cultivator could possess such strength. Furthermore, he was still so young. When had such a monstrous figure appeared in the Jiuyou Domain?

Could it be that those guys from the Upper Three Abysses wanted to dominate the entire Jiuyou Domain?

"You're strong, but in my eyes, you're not enough." North Border stepped forward, his icy gaze filled with killing intent and disdain. The Saint Martial Realm was not the same as the Emperor's Martial Realm. The difference between the two was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Ye Chen stood with one hand behind his back, saying calmly, "Do you know how I destroyed the North Han Palace?"

North Border's expression trembled slightly, also feeling curious.

He admitted that Ye Wuji's strength was indeed extraordinary, but to completely annihilate the entire North Han Palace was by no means an easy task.

Even if North Liang couldn't match this person, couldn't he still escape?

Couldn't anyone in the North Han Palace send a message to him?

"I only used one sword to kill North Liang, and another sword to destroy the entire North Han Palace." Ye Chen said casually.

"Absolutely impossible!"

North Border's complexion changed drastically.

This person was indeed strong, capable of outmatching North Liang, but to claim to kill North Liang with just one sword, it was absolutely impossible.

North Liang was not an ordinary Seventh Stage Emperor's Martial Realm cultivator. He was almost invincible at the same level, and even if he was slightly weaker, he wouldn't be much weaker. How could he not even be able to withstand a single sword?

To kill North Liang with one sword would require the strength of those top-ranked experts on the Imperial List.

This Ye Wuji didn't possess such strength at all.

"Arrogant kid, when I crush you, I'll see how arrogant you still are."

North Border's palm slammed down, and it seemed as if a full moon was roaring out, pressing towards Ye Chen.

He didn't believe Ye Chen's words at all. He just thought he was arrogant.

The full moon bloomed, resembling the night sky descending from above, carrying the momentum to crush everything, aiming to crush Ye Chen into powder.

"If you don't believe it, then let me show you. Defeating you also requires just one sword." Ye Chen stepped forward without evading, meeting it head-on. With a light tap of his finger, the Xuanwu Sword Shadow instantly bloomed, like a primordial divine beast appearing, destroying everything in its path.

Boom!

The sword shadow collided directly with the full moon, causing the entire snow mountain to tremble and gradually collapse, like two ancient divine beasts emerging from the battle, the terrifying shockwaves making the world tremble.

The space shattered, ice spread out, and sword qi swept through, engulfing everything.

The aftermath obscured the entire space.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the sound of spitting blood resounded, and a figure was thrown out in a miserable state, crashing heavily onto the snowy ground, blood staining the ground red.

That figure was none other than North Border, heavily injured by Ye Chen's single sword strike, falling from the sky.

"No, this is impossible!"

North Border, whose breath was dissipating, screamed in terror.

He was ranked sixty-third on the Imperial List, a powerful figure who had stepped into the Saint Martial Realm, enough to challenge the top fifty on the list, or even go further.

But at this moment, he was defeated by a young man with just one sword, which was something he found hard to accept.

Moreover, that young man was only at the Seventh Stage of the Emperor's Martial Realm.

How could he accept it?

"You said you wanted to crush me, didn't you, Saint Martial? Is this the extent of your strength?" Ye Chen walked leisurely down, with the Xuanwu Sword Shadow on his back, as if he had emerged from the primordial world, like a god descending to earth.

His words were light, but to North Border's ears, they were as piercing as thunder.

Raising his head and looking at Ye Chen approaching, North Border was filled with extreme horror. Without hesitation, he endured his injuries and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing rapidly.

At this moment, he completely believed Ye Chen's words.

With just himself, he annihilated North Liang and destroyed North Han.

If he doesn't escape now, even Bei Wujiang will die with hatred.