Seeing Yang Chen being knocked away, the people of the Shangqing Sect cheered.

They finally saw their senior brother begin to exhibit his true strength.

On the other hand, Ye Xin and her group were extremely worried.

They did not expect Shangyao to still hold such power in reserve.

At the peak of the Flame Palace.

Yang Chen forcefully halted his retreating body, feeling a throbbing pain in the base of his right thumb, his wrist slightly sore, and his entire arm uncontrollably trembling. This reaction was due to the muscles abruptly enduring immense force and physically shaking to relieve it.

Shangyao slowly lifted his head to stare at Yang Chen, giving a cruel smile, "I didn't expect you could withstand it!"

Yang Chen took a deep breath, stared at Shangyao, and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect you to be hiding so much power!"

"I told you!" Shangyao stood up straight and said arrogantly, "Wild dogs like you could never defeat members of the Shangqing Sect! Let alone when facing me!"

"Ha!" Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh lightly.

Shangyao referring to them as wild dogs, did the people of the Shangqing Sect really consider themselves superior to others?

Yang Chen felt it wasn't entirely so.

Just like now.

Yang Chen didn't think Shangyao was certain of victory.

Yang Chen shook his hand, stood up straight, and stared at Shangyao, "What if it's you?"

Yang Chen, standing at 189 cm, nearly 190 cm, possessed an almost perfect height and physique.

While Shangyao was only about 175 cm, falling short compared to Yang Chen.

Moreover, Yang Chen stood on the slightly higher rooftop, looking down at Shangyao dominantly.

"Do you think you're superior in some way?" Yang Chen sized up Shangyao and disdainfully said, "I can't tell. Or is it just that you have a twisted psyche, always thinking you're different from others? Were you brainwashed by aliens when you were a child, thinking you're also an alien, seeing us as some kind of alien creatures?"

"You!" Shangyao was infuriated, glaring at Yang Chen, "So glib! Do you think saying these things works to provoke me? Rest assured! You're not worthy to make me angry! Because you don't know the strength of the Shangqing Sect, don't know what we practice, don't know what we pursue! Hence, you look at us with the eyes of a mere mortal, while we stand high above; there's no need to explain to you ants. Come and fight! Today you will become a soul beneath my sword!"

"Beyond understanding!" Yang Chen coldly snorted, wielding his dagger, eyes sharp as an eagle, staring at Shangyao.

Shangyao sneered, swirling his Cold Blade into a sword flower, pointing at Yang Chen and said: "Today, let me show you what swordsmanship is, the Shangqing Sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shangyao's figure blurred, rushing towards Yang Chen, and the Cold Blade in his hand turned into a streak of cold light cutting towards Yang Chen.

Seeing this, Yang Chen couldn't help but take a step back.

He could tell that Shangyao's swordsmanship wasn't simple and dared not take it head-on!

Downstairs!

Ye Xin almost simultaneously with the others from the Shangqing Sect exclaimed three words: "Shangqing Sword!"

Indeed, Ye Xin recognized this swordsmanship as well.

When she had visited the Shangqing Sect before, someone had demonstrated this swordsmanship to her.

The Shangqing Swordsmanship could only be learned by Inner Sect Disciples, considered the fundamental techniques of the sect, and also the inheriting swordsmanship, representing the pinnacle of sword arts.

Training to the Great Achievement Realm, almost no one could resist it!

At that time, Ye Xin also wished to learn it, but the Sect Master told her that she could only learn this swordsmanship when she returned to the sect again.

Later, within the Shangqing Sect, what Ye Xin learned were just very basic elements.

But these fundamentals greatly benefited Ye Xin, laying a strong foundation. The later techniques, she learned all of them during her time in the Guard or on the battlefield.

Yet she also deeply understood the power of the Shangqing Swordsmanship.

Now that Shangyao deployed this swordsmanship, Ye Xin's entire heart was in her throat. She took a few steps forward, wanting to go upstairs.

Master Ye and Ye Liangcai hurriedly pulled Ye Xin back, advising, "Don't rush! Let's see how it goes first!"

On the other side, the people from the Shangqing Sect were extremely excited, closely watching Shangyao, observing how he executed the Shangqing Swordsmanship.

Because every one of them knew the Shangqing Swordsmanship, but nearly none could integrate it as seamlessly as Shangyao!

Above, Yang Chen kept retreating, Kankan using his dagger to fend off Shangyao's attacks, but it was extremely strenuous.

"Take this sword!" Shangyao shouted, the Cold Blade in his hand swirling into a sword flower, suddenly blossoming into six petals, stabbing towards Yang Chen.

Yang Chen's eyes widened abruptly, quickly wielding his dagger to block.

But...

Poof!

Blood splattered.

Yang Chen grunted, stomping heavily to flip over Shangyao's head, suddenly retreating a step, pulling away from Shangyao, half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his left shoulder.

Blood... slowly flowed from between Yang Chen's fingers.

He was injured!

Shangyao slowly turned around, a victorious smile on his face, his finger touching the blood on the sword blade, lightly lifting it before flicking it away, sneering, "Now, do you realize the gap between us?"

Yang Chen stared at Shangyao, snorted coldly, turned his head to look at the wound on his shoulder. The sword left a cut nearly an inch deep, the sharp blade slicing through his flesh, with blood continuously gushing out.

Yang Chen used the Meridian Sealing Technique to stop the bleeding from the wound, his face gloomy.

Downstairs, seeing Yang Chen wounded, Ye Xin immediately covered her mouth, afraid she would cry out. If she did so, it would surely distract Yang Chen, so she couldn't make a sound.

But... she was so worried about Yang Chen, so distressed for Yang Chen, she could only watch helplessly, her heart nearly breaking, tears uncontrollably streaming down.

Ye Xin stared at Yang Chen, wanting to go upstairs, but Master Ye and Ye Liangcai held her firmly in place.

"Don't rush, have faith in Yang Chen! He'll surely pull through!" Master Ye said deeply.

Ye Liangcai added, "Yes! Don't rush! Yang Chen was just being careless, he can definitely fight back!"

Ye Xin shook his head repeatedly, knowing the Shangqing Sect had too many means of attack, Yang Chen stood no chance against them.

In the car behind them, a man watching the battle between the two through binoculars was also greatly surprised, muttering in awe, "Who'd have thought people could become this powerful!"

He had been stunned by the fight between the two because he had never known that humans could battle in such a strong manner.

At this moment, Yang Chen slowly stood up.

"He's standing up!" Ye Liangcai saw this and hurriedly shouted, "Xinxin! Don't worry, look! Yang Chen stood up!"

Ye Xin looked up and saw Yang Chen standing again, facing Shangyao, raising his dagger, pointing at Shangyao.

"Shangyao, right?" Yang Chen pointed his Yunlai Dagger at Shangyao, "Your swordsmanship was indeed ingenious, but... you haven't yet fully comprehended it!"

"Hah!" Shangyao sneered, as if he heard a funny joke, saying to Yang Chen, "I haven't comprehended it? Are you joking? Do you know what swordsmanship this is? Have you seen it?"

"Because you've already exposed your greatest weakness!" Yang Chen sneered, his body suddenly leaning forward, his feet explosively propelling him, charging towards Shangyao, fast as a bullet.

"Courting death!" Shangyao snorted coldly, his Cold Blade dancing, unleashing the Shangqing Swordsmanship again!

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