Chapter 220: One Palm Suppresses All

The sword aura was cold and chilling, like the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, pressing down horizontally with a murderous intent.

"The sword technique of the Five Mountains Sword Sect is indeed formidable. This Qingxuanzi truly deserves to be the second true disciple. With just this sword, it's likely that many peers would have to bow down."

Seeing this sword aura, the surrounding crowd exclaimed in admiration.

To become the second true disciple and gain fame outside, Qingxuanzi's strength must have been proven.

Yet, Ye Chen remained motionless, standing there calmly as if the descending sword was nothing more than dust, unworthy of his attention.

With one hand behind his back, Ye Chen raised his hand lightly, devoid of any magical weapons or surges of qi, a scene that surprised everyone.

Was this confidence or arrogance?

No one believed in Ye Chen's confidence; they assumed he had been scared silly, unable to react or defend himself.

"A country bumpkin is still a country bumpkin. Perhaps he has never encountered such terrifying sword aura before and has been scared senseless." Hu Hao and other geniuses shook their heads and laughed.

Feng Wushuang was extremely worried, but since the two sides had agreed to the duel, there was nothing she could do. She could only clasp her hands tightly, her heart pounding in her throat.

Qingxuanzi was filled with an intense killing intent, his sword light flashing, creating mountains and rocks, with a formidable momentum that seemed to engulf Ye Chen.

As they watched the sword aura falling from the sky, directly engulfing Ye Chen, the onlookers couldn't help but shake their heads and sneer.

Feng Wushuang covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes trembling, tears seemingly on the verge of falling. If something happened to Ye Chen, she would blame herself. After all, Ye Chen had fought Qingxuanzi for her sake.

But now, she realized it was her fault.

"A weakling."

Just when everyone thought Ye Chen was dead, a disdainful voice rang out from amidst the storm of sword aura. Then, they saw a hand tearing through the sword aura and lightly striking out.

The crowd was shocked, and Hu Hao and Jin Yan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Ye Chen." Feng Wushuang broke into a smile amidst tears.

He wasn't dead. Ye Chen wasn't dead.

Most shocking of all was Qingxuanzi himself. He knew how terrifying his sword strike was; it was unmatched among his peers. How had Ye Chen neutralized it?

Before he could ponder further, a terrifying invisible pressure suddenly shook the void, like thousands of giant mountains descending, directly pressing down on him, intending to force him to kneel.

"Five Mountains Sword Qi, Open for Me!"

Qingxuanzi roared, his spiritual energy flowing rapidly from his body converging onto his long sword. Sword radiance soared into the sky, unstoppable, intending to break open the palm pressure and pierce through the firmament.

With his cultivation at the peak of the Royal Martial Realm, his abundant spiritual energy, and unparalleled sword technique, even in a match against someone of the same level, he had a five-layered chance of winning. He refused to believe he would lose to a country bumpkin.

The overwhelming sword technique, barely half a foot out, shattered with a resounding crash. Following that, the pressure of a thousand mountains descending from the sky, landed on him, breaking his protective qi. His knees trembled, sinking deeply into the ground, shattering the green stones beneath him.

One palm, pressing Qingxuanzi to his knees!

Qingxuanzi's strength was acknowledged, recognized even, throughout the Great Yan. Apart from the core disciples of the royal family and a few others, who could contend with him? Yet now, he was forced to his knees by a stranger's palm.

Hu Hao, Jin Yan, and others turned pale, unable to accept this outcome.

Feng Wushuang was even more shocked, her mouth gaping wide. Ye Chen had fought Qingxuanzi to a standstill, and her heart was filled with admiration.

"You dare to kneel me, then I'll make you kneel." Ye Chen's indifferent voice echoed in the silent space.

At this moment, Ye Chen remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened, while everyone's perception of him had completely changed.

Was this arrogance? No, it was confidence!

"No, this is impossible. I will never lose!" Qingxuanzi roared repeatedly, unwilling to accept the reality.

His arms trembled violently, and the spiritual energy within him roared frantically. The invincible sword aura flowed rapidly from his long sword, rapidly multiplying and transforming into countless sword lights, crisscrossing the sky.

However, those sword lights were like bubbles, shattering before they could display their might. Instead, Qingxuanzi found himself suppressed once again, his knees sinking deep into the ground, in a sorry state.

The crowd was speechless, forced to accept one fact: Qingxuanzi was not a match for this person.

Feng Wushuang covered her mouth, tears flashing in her eyes. Hu Hao and Jin Yan's faces were pale with shock.

"You, how dare you kill Qingxuanzi?" Hu Hao's teeth chattered in fear.

"Killed him, so what? You have a problem with that?" Ye Chen looked at Hu Hao with disdain.

"I..." Hu Hao tried to threaten, but under Ye Chen's cold gaze, he swallowed his words.

This person was a lunatic. He was only equivalent to Qingxuanzi in status, and his strength was only on par with him. Even Qingxuanzi had been killed on the spot. If he dared to challenge Ye Chen, he would undoubtedly meet a worse fate.

"Good, very good. Since you are so arrogant, I hope you stay in this imperial city. When the experts of the Five Mountains Sword Sect arrive, let's see if you can still be so arrogant." Hu Hao waved his hand and retreated, not daring to provoke further.