Chen Yu did not hide anything in front of Hao Zong. Xiao Chen was indeed the first Chosen of the Sacred Palace, but in terms of strength, Chen Yu was still stronger than Xiao Chen. Of course, this also included Chen Ling and Long Qing.
Let's put it this way. In terms of strength alone, Chen Yu should be the strongest person among the younger generation of the Sacred Palace. Unfortunately, this guy was lazy by nature and was even more unwilling to bear the responsibility of being the first Chosen. Therefore, during the selection, Chen Yu did not fight with Xiao Chen, Chen Ling, or Long Qing at all. Even the position of the fourth Chosen was deliberately given up by Emperor Qing and the others. Otherwise, given Chen Yu's character, he would probably have directly become the tenth Chosen.
He just wanted to live his life freely. This was Chen Yu's way of thinking. It was very simple.
Hao Zong glanced at Mo Xie when he heard Chen Yu's words. This time, Chen Yu did not attack. Hao Zong withdrew his gaze after a while and said with a smile, "I should be a little stronger than junior brother Mo Xie now, but I believe junior brother Mo Xie will surpass me soon."
One of them was the fourth Chosen of the Sacred Palace, while the other was the second Chosen of the Night Ghost Pavilion. Although they did not seem to be the first Chosen, both of them could be called uncrowned kings in terms of strength because they were stronger than the first Chosen of their respective sects.
Of course, their personalities were very similar. They were both very lazy and would avoid responsibility as much as possible. Because of this, neither of them had any thoughts about being the so-called first Chosen.
After hearing Hao Zong's reply, although Chen Yu had already guessed the answer, he still sighed softly and said, "It seems like we're in the same boat. If I had known earlier, I would have chosen Mo Xie. It's much easier to fight him than to fight you."
Chen Yu was obviously joking. However, there was one thing that Chen Yu didn't mention. He was confident that he could defeat Mo Xie. However, he didn't have the same confidence if he were to face Hao Zong.
As if he had guessed Chen Yu's thoughts, Hao Zong smiled and said, "If that's the case, I'm afraid the first Chosen of your Sacred Palace will fall here."
If Chen Yu really fought Mo Xie, then Xiao Chen would naturally have to fight Hao Zong. According to Hao Zong, he was fully confident that he could kill Xiao Chen.
There was no arrogance in Hao Zong's words. Chen Yu did not refute. Instead, he smiled and said, "Then I have to thank you. If anything happens to junior brother Xiao Chen …"
While they were chatting casually, Chen Yu attacked again without any warning. It was still a sneak attack. This time, Chen Yu had taken out his own sword, a Saint-tier sword.
The sword was called the Ancient Saint Sword, and it was once the Ancient Saint Sect's treasure. It was also the sword of the Burning Lamp Ancestor. However, after the establishment of the Sacred Palace and the Burning Lamp Ancestor broke through to the quasi-saint realm, the sword was passed down to Chen Yu.
Holding the Ancient Saint Sword in his hand, a terrifying sword will erupted from Chen Yu's body in a short period of time. Chen Yu had already reached the Perfect Realm. He slashed out with his sword. Faced with Chen Yu's sneak attack again, Hao Zong was already prepared this time. He did not panic at all. He pointed his finger and instantly unleashed the Ghost Clan's Super Ability. A black light flashed and instantly collided with Chen Yu's sword aura.
Hao Zong smiled after easily blocking Chen Yu's sneak attack. "You really like sneak attacks. As a Chosen of the Sacred Palace, don't you think it's a little degrading?"
"Hehe, black and white cats are good cats as long as they can catch mice. The method is not important. The final result is the most important. Besides, it's not surprising for me to use some tricks against a strong enemy like you. After all, I don't have absolute confidence in winning." In the face of Hao Zong's ridiculing words, Chen Yu laughed without the slightest bit of embarrassment. His body moved and he immediately disappeared from his original spot.
In fact, the Sacred Palace disciples basically did not see Chen Yu in action after the Sacred Palace's power transmission. Every day, Chen Yu was like a dissolute young master. He would either drink or play around. As a result, many new Sacred Palace disciples believed that the fourth Chosen of the Ethereal Sacred Palace did not have any ability at all.
However, these were all guesses. At this moment, the power that Chen Yu displayed was absolutely ridiculously strong. Putting everything else aside, Chen Yu's movement and speed had far surpassed that of Xiao Chen and his siblings. He took a step forward, and his body seemed to have teleported.
The helplessness in Hao Zong's eyes grew stronger in the face of Chen Yu's terrifying speed. He softly muttered, "I'm the same when facing him. Sigh …"
Hao Zong turned around and punched out. With a muffled sound, Chen Yu's figure appeared. Hao Zong's fist and Chen Yu's sword collided.
Chen Yu's speed was fast, but it could not escape Hao Zong's eyes. Moreover, Hao Zong was not slow either. He could easily catch up with Chen Yu.
The two collided head-on. Chen Yu was not surprised that Hao Zong could keep up with his speed. He let go of the sword in his hand and punched out with his right fist. Hao Zong also raised his fist to meet the attack.
The two collided fiercely. The ancient saint sword spun a few times in the air. However, Hao Zong did not expect Chen Yu to hold the ancient saint sword with his left hand. At the same time, Chen Yu slashed out without any hesitation.
Left-handed sword? Hao Zong did not expect Chen Yu's left-handed sword to be so exquisite. One should know that as a sword cultivator, unless they were using two swords, they would only focus on one arm under normal circumstances.
They would either use a sword in their right hand or a sword in their left hand. Of course, it did not mean that a sword cultivator who used a sword in his right hand would not use a sword in his left hand. However, because they were used to using a sword in their right hand, the sword in their left hand would not be as sharp as the sword in their right hand. This was certain.
However, Chen Yu was different. He used a sword in his right hand at the beginning. But now, he was using a sword in his left hand. His sword technique did not weaken at all after switching hands. His speed and strength did not decrease either. This was a very terrifying thing.
To be able to cultivate both hands to the same level was not something that could be achieved with hard work. One must have a high enough talent. Otherwise, it would be difficult to achieve anything even if one practiced for a lifetime.
The sudden change caused Hao Zong's expression to freeze. At the same time, the ancient saint sword was already heading straight for Hao Zong's throat. Its speed was as fast as lightning, and a cold light flashed past. Hao Zong dodged and quickly retreated. However, the corner of his robe was still cut off by Chen Yu.
The corner of his clothes flew up. Hao Zong and Chen Yu pulled apart a distance. Seeing this, Chen Yu smiled helplessly and switched his sword to his right hand.
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