Silence!

The entire Celestial Martial Plaza suddenly plunged into a deathly silence.

From Zhu Yun's strike, to Ye Qingchen's counterattack.

The entire process happened in the blink of an eye. Yet what transpired in that instant exceeded everyone's expectations. No one had imagined that Ye Qingchen could so effortlessly defeat Zhu Yun.

"How is this possible?"

Lu Changsheng leaped up from his chair in shock; even he wasn't confident he could withstand Zhu Yun's move.

"This..."

The disciples of Youquan Sect were almost bulging their eyes out.

A month and a half ago, Ye Qingchen had only narrowly beaten Zhu Yun; how could it be today, he defeated him in just two moves?

Elder Zhou's heart trembled as well, feeling he had misjudged this young man time and time again, realizing that he was even more formidable than imagined.

As for the rest of the audience, they too were full of astonishment and skepticism.

"Is this the real Ye Qingchen? Wasn't it said this guy was merely a filler?"

"It happened so fast, I didn't even see how he struck, and Zhu Yun was already defeated!"

"Judging by how he handled Zhu Yun, he didn't even reveal any aura... It was so effortless. How could he be so terrifying?"

Looking at Zhu Yun, unconscious on the stage, and Ye Qingchen standing with hands clasped behind his back.

Everyone present couldn't help but chatter, their tone filled with apprehension.

It seems!

This young man came to participate in the Sword Fighting Conference not as a mere filler, but with true strength!

For a moment.

Even Master Tianxiong and Gu Xunhong couldn't help but look at Ye Qingchen with full surprise, as if facing a formidable opponent.

"Turned out to be an interesting little fellow!"

In the True Martial Sect.

Shen Ming observed Ye Qingchen with intrigue, but soon, an expression of disdain surfaced at the corner of his mouth.

Though Ye Qingchen's defeat of Zhu Yun was impressive, in Shen Ming's eyes, it was nothing extraordinary. To surpass him would be a trivial task!

The Sword Fighting Conference continued.

As tokens flew by, disciples leaped to the stage, beginning their battles.

To vie for the championship of the Sword Fighting Conference, everyone exerted their full strength, striving to defeat their opponents.

Soon.

It was Ye Qingchen's turn again.

This time, his opponent was Yun Xiaolong from Yun Kun Country!

Yun Xiaolong, too, was a dark horse in this Sword Fighting Conference. Though only at the Ninth Heaven of the Spirit Sea, his strength was also exceptional. Most eye-catching was the huge sword box on his back.

Inside the sword box, there were nine flying swords, perfectly matching the nine types of Wind Sword Intents he had mastered!

Earlier.

He used these nine flying swords to defeat Gu Shentong.

"Swoosh!"

As the Sword Fighting Token flew out.

Yun Xiaolong tapped his toes, suddenly leaping onto the stage. He cupped his hands towards Ye Qingchen, "Ye Qingchen, your strength surprised me, it seems coming to participate with the Sword Fighting Token is not just a stroke of luck. However..."

His words took a turn with a sneer, "Facing me, your journey in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference ends here!"

Boom!

As he finished speaking.

Suddenly, Yun Xiaolong's right hand slapped the sword box, and a continuous clamor of sword clangs echoed. The nine flying swords fiercely surged out amidst rolling Sword Qi from the sword box.

These nine flying swords each had unique shapes, modeled after the Nine Sons of the Dragon. More shockingly, these nine flying swords were indeed Xuan-grade Lower-Grade Flying Swords!

Swoosh!

As soon as these nine flying swords dashed out, they were like lightning, attacking Ye Qingchen.

Sword Qi filled the air, Nine Dragon Flying Swords.

Apparently.

This Yun Xiaolong was using his full strength from the start.

"Well done!"

As the Nine Dragon Flying Swords thrust in, Ye Qingchen did not draw his sword but directly waved his hand.

Boom!

A terrifying gale swept from the wilderness.

With a crackling explosion, the nine Xuan-grade Middle-Grade Flying Swords were directly torn apart by this gale, turning into countless fragments.

With just a wave of his hand, Ye Qingchen destroyed Yun Xiaolong's Dragon Soaring Nine Swords attack.

"Still want to fight?"

Ye Qingchen asked casually.

"Haha, Ye Qingchen, you've fallen into my trap!" Despite the destruction of the nine flying swords, Yun Xiaolong seemed pleased rather than surprised, clenching his right hand tightly.

Rumble!

Instantly, a hurricane whipped up on the stage.

The destroyed flying swords, more than hundreds, amounted to over a thousand fragments. As Yun Xiaolong clenched his hand, they instantly converged around Ye Qingchen like a tornado.

The fragments, carrying True Qi like arrows, with piercing whistles, rushed towards Ye Qingchen like a thousand crossbows firing.

Such a scene was far more terrifying than before.

"What a terrifying sword move!"

Many spectators felt a pang of fear.

Several turned pale, knowing they would be defenseless against such an assault.

Though Yun Xiaolong's cultivation was lower than Zhu Yun, his moves were more insidious!

"How will he counter this move?"

Some people turned their gaze to Ye Qingchen.

"Hurricane Sword Intent?"

"This isn't truly Hurricane Sword Intent!"

Facing this unexpected change, Ye Qingchen did not panic as the audience expected; instead, he chuckled softly.

He gently raised his right hand, swirling it slightly. An even more terrifying hurricane arose, forming a massive tornado in mid-air. It enveloped the myriad sword fragments within.

"What?"

Yun Xiaolong's face shifted dramatically.

However.

The shocking scene was far from over.

Ye Qingchen similarly clasped his fingers, summoning a more frightening power as if descending from the void, the 'Tempest Sword Intent' he learned from the Wind Demon Cave.

The destructive force of the Tempest Sword Intent instantly permeated each fragment, forming a terrifying shredding force.

In the incredulous eyes of the crowd.

Boom!

The enormous tornado constricted like the eye of a storm, emitting a frightening boom. The thousand pieces instantly turned to dust.

Puff!

Once his move had been broken.

Yun Xiaolong had already suffered internal injuries, spitting a mouthful of blood on the spot.

He was retreating several steps in fear, his face pale from the power Ye Qingchen displayed with a mere hand wave and the potent might of the Wind Sword Intent.

"I lost!"

Staring at the pulverized flying sword fragments and at Ye Qingchen, who hadn't moved a step, Yun Xiaolong seemed despondent, still in disbelief.

But facts were facts.

The disparity in their strength was undeniable.

He unleashed his full strength, and yet the opponent casually waved it away, turning his attack to nothing—need more be said about the difference?

This young man was simply terrifyingly strong!

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