The crown prince didn't stop Yan Beidao. Admittedly, he had come this time with the intention of inviting Ye Chen to become his personal guard. However, he knew that Ye Chen wasn't a sword artist willing to be under someone else's command. Therefore, he had long since prepared himself for rejection. Moreover, Yan Beidao was the number one Astral Reaching blade artist of the Black Dragon Empire's royal family. His ruthless aura was extremely frightening. With him provoking Ye Chen, he should be able to see something. Of course, if Ye Chen were to lose at his hands, that would be even better. Since he couldn't obtain a genius, he might as well destroy him in advance.
Ye Chen glared at him, "Who the hell are you?"
Hearing these words, the Astral Reaching experts on the seventh floor opened their mouths wide. As the saying goes, one must look at the owner before beating a dog. Ye Chen's first words almost made them spurt out the wine they had just drunk. As for the crown prince, his complexion suddenly turned gloomy. The wine cup in his hand exploded with a bang, and the wine and fragments evaporated into a light blue mist.
"I'll skin you alive." Yan Beidao's face was flushed with blood, and his breathing accelerated. Everyone could clearly see the blue veins on his thick neck bulging like cyan earthworms. With a roar, ruthless aura erupted, filling the berserk blade aura. Yan Beidao chopped at Ye Chen with a palm blade.
The energy of this palm was restrained, and it was extremely fast and berserk. With a wave of his hand, the edge of the palm was like a bold and decisive blade, cleaving the void and heading straight for Ye Chen's face.
He was fast, but Ye Chen was even faster.
A green lotus blossomed, and Ye Chen's sword finger pointed at the edge of Yan Beidao's palm.
Ka la la!
The hard floorboards under his feet were plowed through. Yan Beidao's feet rubbed against the ground as he flew upward like a meteor. He smashed a huge hole in the wall of the Nine Star White Jade Tower's seventh floor and flew backward for three to four miles. Along the way, everything he encountered exploded.
After three to four li, Yan Beidao staggered in the air, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
On the other hand, Ye Chen's face wasn't red, and he wasn't out of breath. The chair beneath him also didn't shatter.
"Is this the strength of the genius leader of South Rudra Region? How terrifying. With a single finger, he sent the other party flying three to four miles away without the slightest bit of resistance. "
Although everyone had heard that Ye Chen had suppressed the White Bone Ghost General, one of the three strongest ghost generals of the Nine Ghost Cult, causing him to die a miserable death in the mouth of the Blood Evil Beast, and had exchanged a few moves with Shentu Jue without falling into a disadvantageous position, and then escaped from the hands of four extreme Astral Reaching experts with great difficulty, they had never seen it with their own eyes. They thought that it was an exaggeration, and that there was some hidden story behind it. At this moment, no one thought this way anymore. Ye Chen's strength was even more powerful than they had imagined. This Yan Beidao was, after all, an expert under the crown prince, yet he couldn't even take one move.
The Eldest Imperial Prince's expression was exceptionally grave. The others might not know, but how could he not know? Yan Beidao was an extreme Astral Reaching expert. Even if he couldn't compare to the head of the seven blade artists, the White Robed Blade Artist, he wasn't too far off. Coupled with that crazy evil Qi, even those with a higher strength might not necessarily be able to suppress him.
"His strength is above that of the White Robed Bladesman, comparable to Pei Youdao."
Thinking of this, the Eldest Imperial Prince sent a Zhen Yuan transmission to Yan Beidao, who was several li away, "Beidao, take out your weapon and go all out. Help me probe his bottom line."
"I must kill him."
Without the Eldest Imperial Prince's words, a radiance flickered in Yan Beidao's hand, and a one and a half meter long blade with an extremely thick back appeared out of thin air. With the blade in hand, Yan Beidao's blade aura rose again and again, distorting and rupturing the void. Sent flying by Ye Chen's finger, Yan Beidao lost all his face. He had used seventy percent of his strength at most in that palm strike. Wishful thinking, he believed that Ye Chen had used ninety percent or even a hundred percent of his strength. At this moment, he held a peak mid-grade blade in his hand, and his battle power could be displayed to its peak. His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Ye Chen with his left hand and roared, "Despicable villain, come out and fight!"
"Why bother? I can deal with you right here."
Ye Chen sneered. His fingers, as if playing a pipa, shot out one sharp Zhen Yuan after another. The Zhen Yuan took form and gave birth to many longswords, piercing through the void.
Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang …
Yan Beidao brandished his blade and slashed out. His extremely fast brandishing speed caused his entire body to be wrapped in blade light.
However, Ye Chen's Zhen Yuan longswords were not ordinary Zhen Yuan longswords, but Zhen Yuan longswords that contained a frightening sword intent. Every strike was equivalent to an Extreme Astral Reaching expert's full power attack. Dozens of attacks simultaneously landed on Yan Beidao's protective blade light, and their destructive power was astonishing.
With continuous cracking sounds, Yan Beidao's purlicue bled, and his entire body was sent flying once again. At the same time, several Zhen Yuan longswords instantly brushed past his body, leaving behind scars.
"What!"
The Eldest Imperial Prince's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but stand up.
"Too powerful! Sitting there casually from three to four li away, he beat the Eldest Imperial Prince's right-hand man to the point of vomiting blood and retreating."
Everyone was astonished!
Ye Chen retracted his palm and said to the Black Dragon Empire's Eldest Imperial Prince, "Eldest Imperial Prince, what other powerful subordinates do you have? Come at me together! I have nothing better to do. " After saying these words, his gaze shot a glance at the black-robed old man standing behind the Eldest Imperial Prince. There was a golden flower tattooed on his chest.
Gulp!
It was merely a glance, but the black-robed old man felt as if an incomparably sharp and peerless sword was stabbing at him. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Eldest Imperial Prince, this person is more troublesome than I imagined. This old man is not his opponent." His lips slightly moved as he sent a Zhen Yuan transmission to the Eldest Imperial Prince.
The Eldest Imperial Prince restrained his astonished expression and replied, "I know. He's at least an expert at the level of Heartless Sect's Great Elder Pei Youdao."
Pei Youdao's reputation in South Rudra Region was even higher than Shen Tujue's. After all, before Shen Tujue condensed his martial soul embryo, Pei Youdao had always held the position of the number one Astral Reaching expert. Moreover, there was no comparison. Who knew if Shen Tujue could defeat Pei Youdao?
"Pei Youdao's level."
The black-robed old man sucked in a breath of cold air. Pei Youdao himself was a sword artist, and also an Extreme Astral Reaching expert. In terms of offensive power and sword intent, he couldn't be compared to anyone else. At his level, he was basically invincible among Astral Reaching experts in South Rudra Region.
"Haha!" The Eldest Imperial Prince suddenly laughed heartily. While clapping, he said, "Good strength! You've broadened this prince's horizons. This prince has come this time not only to get to know brother Ye, but also to exchange pointers with brother Ye. How about this, you and I exchange one move, so as to avoid harming our relationship. What do you think?"
The Eldest Imperial Prince was quite apprehensive of Ye Chen. He was afraid that if the battle dragged on, he would lose face. If it was only one move, he was confident that he could receive it. After all, he was riding a tiger and couldn't back down. He had no choice but to find a way out of this embarrassing situation.
"I'll do as you say!"
How could Ye Chen not see through the Eldest Imperial Prince's thoughts?
"This place is too narrow. You and I will exchange outside the city."
The Eldest Imperial Prince turned around and went down.
…
Ten li north of Sky Star City, Star Regional Lake …
Ye Chen and the Eldest Imperial Prince stood a hundred meters apart. The lake breeze blew on their clothes, causing them to flutter.
In their surroundings, the spectators numbered in the tens of thousands. Almost all the Astral Reaching experts of Sky Star City had come. Of course, there were even more Clasping Yuan and Condensing Reality martial artists.
Ye Chen said indifferently, "Make your move!"
The Eldest Imperial Prince didn't say anything. The palm hidden in his sleeves tightly clenched into a fist. Black smoke curled up, faintly carrying thunder and flames. The black Qi became more and more vigorous, eventually wrapping the Eldest Imperial Prince within and soaring into the sky. The air within a radius of several hundred meters instantly distorted, and the scene became indistinct.
Kacha!
The sky turned dark at an unknown time, and a purple lightning struck down.
At the same time, the Eldest Imperial Prince made his move. His figure shot out like lightning, tearing through the void. His right fist, shrouded in black Qi, suddenly punched out.
"Black Dragon Tyrant Fist!"
A huge black dragon condensed from Zhen Yuan rapidly formed. The dragon's body was three hundred meters long, and its head was as big as a house. Its eyes opened, emitting a golden light. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it swooped down at Ye Chen. Wherever it went, the ground collapsed and cracked, and the lake water on one side raised huge waves. It was as if the end of the world had arrived.
"It's the Black Dragon Empire's royal martial art, Black Dragon Tyrant Fist!" Someone recognized the Eldest Imperial Prince's fist art.
"Black Dragon Tyrant Fist is said to be a fist art that is even higher than the top rank Earth Realm. With one punch, the sky and earth will change color, and the flood will flood. That black dragon condensed from Zhen Yuan also has a mental attack."
"Higher than the top rank Earth Realm fist art? Isn't that a Heaven Realm fist art?"
"Right, Heaven Realm fist arts are also known as profound sense fist arts."
The black dragon covered the sky and enveloped over. Its sharp claws and teeth tore through the air, creating one vacuum crack after another. It was as if it was tearing apart a huge piece of cloth. Its aura was astonishing, shaking the soul.
"Yet another profound sense martial skill."
How could Ye Chen not know about the grade of Black Dragon Tyrant Fist? It was the same as Feng Yanrou's Ice Snow Sword Domain, both of which were Heaven Realm martial skills, which were also profound sense martial skills. Only Sea of Soul realm experts could create profound sense martial skills, because they already touched upon the existence of profound sense. The higher the profound sense, the more powerful the martial skill would be. Normally, Sea of Soul realm experts or masters could create low rank profound sense martial skills at most. Mid rank profound sense martial skills were beyond the power of Sea of Soul realm masters, and only Life and Death Kings could do it. As for the high rank profound sense martial skills, only titled monarchs could create them. Whether Xuanhou had done it or not, it was still unknown. Above the high rank profound sense martial skills were the peak profound sense martial skills. Those who could create peak profound sense martial skills were already comparable to the ancient era's peak Kings.
The Crown Prince's Black Dragon Tyrant Fist was at most a superficial level, not even one-tenth of its full power. From this, it could be deduced that it should be a low rank profound sense martial skill.
"Humph! Black Dragon Tyrant Fist was created by the old ancestor. Once I use this move, even those stronger than me will be temporarily suppressed. I'll let you make a fool of yourself!"
The Crown Prince was full of confidence. Within this one move, he was not afraid of anyone at the Astral Reaching realm. This was the big gift he had prepared for Ye Chen.
Roar!
The black dragon opened its huge mouth, and an incorporeal ripple radiated out. It was a spirit attack.
Ye Chen wasn't afraid at all. The space between his brows swelled up like a diamond bead, and a shapeless and immaterial sword intent swiftly shot out, instantly extinguishing the mental attack without the slightest effort.
Clang!
Unsheathing the Destruction Sword, Ye Chen stabbed three times toward the black dragon.
These three sword strikes were unimaginably fast. The first sword pierced through the black dragon's head, the second through its neck, and the third through its body.
After stabbing three times, Ye Chen sheathed his sword and calmly stood there.
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