The originally ferocious group of people all stopped. They had astonished expressions on their faces as they desperately held on to the weapons in their hands.
Half a move, Xiao Chen only used half a move. This group of Biyun Peak disciples, who were originally very confident and were thinking of a great reward, were forced into a corner. They could only resist the saber intent in a sorry state.
Xiao Chen was a bona fide half-step Martial Monarch, someone close to being unrivaled. Honestly speaking, he was already thinking highly of them by using half a move against this group of people, the strongest of which was an Inferior Grade Martial King.
It was only because they were all from the same sect and cultivators who used the saber that Xiao Chen respected them. Otherwise, he would not even need to draw his saber.
"Xiu!"
Xiao Chen moved his hand forward again and drew the long, black, and sleek Lunar Shadow Saber. It gave off a dazzling purple light and a boundless saber intent spread out wantonly. "Sou! Sou!
Sou! "
The entire group of people could no longer hold onto their weapons. Their long sabers soared into the sky and started to spin around non-stop.
"Saber intent! This is saber intent!" The Biyun Peak disciples were all horrified. Their voices trembled as they retreated with all their might.
Xiao Chen had a calm expression as he pointed his saber at Song Qianhe, who was trying to flee. An overwhelming killing intent surged out from his eyes, and the air immediately froze.
The killing intent chilled Song Qianhe's heart to the bone. Xiao Chen's peak state of massacre locked onto him. He felt like his legs were filled with lead; they weighed five hundred kilograms; he found it hard to move.
"Bang!"
That killing intent poured into his heart and spread throughout his entire body. Song Qianhe felt an incredible pain in his chest. His legs trembled, and his eyes filled with horror.
Song Qianhe could no longer hold on and knelt on the ground.
Song Qianhe did his best to resist the pressure in his mind. He used one hand to support himself, doing his best not to fall to the ground.
As he looked at Xiao Chen, his eyes filled with hatred. He clenched his teeth and said, "Xiao Chen, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you are a peak Superior Grade Martial King. After you enter the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, you will die for sure!"
"Superior Grade Martial King? I haven't been one for a long time … "
Xiao Chen said calmly. A surging crystalline saber Qi shot out of his saber.
Song Qianhe, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately had a horrifying wound cut open on his chest by the saber Qi. The wound was three inches deep and blood gushed out like a fountain. His internal organs were clearly visible.
Song Qianhe was sent flying. His expression was one of extreme pain.
This was one of the main roads of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion. If the disciples of the various peaks wanted to leave the mountain, they had to pass through this road. There would be a lot of people passing through it day and night.
The fight between Xiao Chen and Song Qianhe had long since attracted the attention of many passing disciples. Several of them were suspicious of Xiao Chen's identity.
When they heard Song Qianhe's words, they finally confirmed Xiao Chen's identity. Numerous astonished gazes shot towards Xiao Chen, their hearts trembling.
"F * ck, it's really him. I haven't seen him for two years, and he's several times stronger than before."
"I suspected it was him long ago. The White Robed Bladesman Xiao Chen killed a Peak Master of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion. Unexpectedly, he still dares to walk in so casually."
"He actually comprehended saber intent. In our Heavenly Saber Pavilion, no one has comprehended saber intent in the past thousand years. Without saber intent, one is an incomplete bladesman."
"I wonder if this Song Qianhe is lucky or unlucky. The moment Xiao Chen arrived, he ran into him."
The surrounding cultivators discussed. The legendary battle between the White Robed Bladesman on the Heaven Ascending Platform two years ago was still fresh in their minds.
At that time, there might have been people who doubted Xiao Chen's strength in the future. However, after seeing Xiao Chen's current performance, no one would deny it.
That was the beginning of a legend, the epic legend of the White Robed Bladesman!
Xiao Chen sheathed his saber and ignored the severely injured Song Qianhe behind him. He faced the astonished gasps of the crowd calmly, neither arrogant nor impatient.
"Xiao Chen, you killed my father and humiliated me time and time again. Sooner or later, I, Song Qianhe, will make you suffer a fate worse than death."
When Song Qianhe, who was on the ground, saw that Xiao Chen did not care about him at all, treating him like an ant, he felt humiliated in his heart.
Rage!
Xiao Chen's calm expression sank completely. Who was it that sought trouble with him time and time again, trying to kill him?
Who was it that coveted Qingyun Peak's businesses in the Heavenly Saber Pavilion? Who was it that, as a Martial King, bullied him, an insignificant Martial Grand Master?
Who was it that, while he was far away, hired assassins to deal with him? Who was it that, when he was in danger, hit him when he was down?
Who was it that, in front of everyone, did not care about propriety and honor, sneak-attacking him, nearly causing Ruyue to die?
It was Song Que, Song Qianhe's father. That kind of scum, even if he died a thousand times, it would not be enough!
However, when the words reached Song Qianhe's mouth, they turned into Xiao Chen being unreasonable. Xiao Chen was bullying him, twisting words and forcing logic, extremely shameless.
How could there be such logic in the world? How could he distort the truth and speak nonsense?
"Bang!" Xiao Chen's figure flashed and he kicked Song Qianhe's chest, sending him flying into the air. After that, he landed heavily on the ground.
"Don't mention that trashy father of yours in front of me. Don't think that I do not dare to kill you. Back then, I dared to kill your father in front of everyone. Today, I dare to kill you as well! "
Xiao Chen stomped on Song Qianhe's body expressionlessly. His voice was bone-chilling. The severely injured Song Qianhe trembled in fear, not daring to say another word. "Xiu! Xiu!
Xiu! "
Just at this moment, five Biyun Peak seniors saw Song Qianhe's signal and flew over from afar.
Hope immediately lit up in the despairing Song Qianhe's eyes. The people he was waiting for had finally arrived.
"Oh no, the five elders of Biyun Peak are here. These five people were Superior Grade Martial Kings many years ago."
"This is bad for Xiao Chen. This Song Qianhe father and son are really sinful. They forced away our Heavenly Saber Pavilion's genius. Now, they are here to kill him."
"Indeed, if he can represent the Heavenly Saber Pavilion in the Five Nation Youth Competition and obtain a good ranking, we will be able to bask in his glory."
"With Xiao Chen's current strength, entering the top fifty will not be a problem. At that time, the Heavenly Saber Pavilion will obtain Luck. Our Luck will increase as well."
"Unfortunately, that bastard Song Que sent our genius to his grave. What a bastard. This father and son are both not good people."
The young cultivators present all felt that it was a pity. It had to be known that the Heavenly Saber Pavilion had not produced a genius like Xiao Chen for a long time already. Back then, Murong Chong was very powerful. However, his reputation was far from comparable to Xiao Chen's.
Back then, during the battle at the Heaven Ascending Platform, Xiao Chen had become famous. He had soared to the sky in one go.
Even the young disciples of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion had basked in Xiao Chen's glory. When they went out for experiential training, people would often ask about it. Regardless of whether they were from the same sect as Xiao Chen, when they received an affirmative answer, they would receive envious gazes.
The Heavenly Saber Pavilion had been weak for many years. It had always been suppressed by the Misty Sword Sect and the Night Spirit Palace. As a disciple of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, they had never received such treatment before.
Among the younger generation of disciples, they all worshipped and respected Xiao Chen. They did not have any good impressions of the Song Qianhe father and son.
Who did not dream of being a hero when they were young? Who did not want to become a legend, to be respected by thousands?
However, reality was too cruel. As they grew older, they would dismiss such dreams with a smile.
However, one day, they suddenly discovered such a heroic deed, such a legend, was right beside them. How could their blood not boil?
When they saw that Xiao Chen was in trouble, all of them became anxious.
In contrast to them, Song Qianhe, who was under Xiao Chen's feet, had an extremely happy smile on his face. His smile was incomparably carefree, it was a smile that was as carefree as it could be, a smile that was as carefree as it could be.
This was because Song Qianhe knew that he would soon trample on this White Robed Bladesman, who had stepped on his chest. Then, he would be able to take revenge for the humiliation and grudge he suffered in the past.
Five old men wearing Biyun Peak's uniform stood in the air. When they saw Biyun Peak's unique Peak Master asking for help, they rushed over immediately.
Unexpectedly, he was still a step too late. When he saw the situation, he immediately understood what was going on.
"Uncles, he is Xiao Chen. He is the one who killed my father. He is only a peak Superior Grade Martial King. You have to take revenge for me! "Song Qianhe shouted, ignoring the fact that Xiao Chen was stepping on him.
The five old men were already over eighty years old. They had a lot of life experience. They took a quick glance at Xiao Chen and started cursing in their hearts.
Song Qianhe did not know what cultivation realm Xiao Chen was in. However, they knew with one glance.
How was this a peak Superior Grade Martial King? He was clearly a half-step Martial Monarch. Furthermore, his aura was strong and drawn-out. He was not a half-step Martial Monarch that cultivated a trash Cultivation Technique.
Song Qianhe, this little bastard, wanting them to go was simply sending them to their deaths.
Although the difference between a peak Superior Grade Martial King and a half-step Martial Monarch was not as great as between a Martial King and a Martial Monarch, it was still a huge difference.
The five old men were very old. After living for so long, they were all very astute. They knew that the five of them working together would not be able to hold back Xiao Chen. Furthermore, they would offend a genius cultivator with a bright future.
They did not say anything. They exchanged glances and flew away, returning to where they came from.
"Why did the five Martial Kings leave just like that? How strange. Could they have been scared off?" The many disciples who were worried for Xiao Chen all felt suspicious.
Song Qianhe's mouth was wide open. His mouth was so wide that he could easily fit an egg in it. The carefree smile on his face did not even have time to fade.
"Why did they leave without saying anything? These uncles are the ones who dote on me the most. How could it be like this? How could it be like this?"
The difference was too great. Song Qianhe felt dizzy. It was like his brain had short-circuited in that instant.
Falling from the peak to the bottom of the valley was not the most miserable feeling. The most miserable feeling was when one fell to the bottom and thought that one had a chance to turn things around. Who knew, one would fall back down.
At this moment, Song Qianhe finally experienced this feeling. Furthermore, he was severely injured. His final hope was shattered. He could not catch his breath and fainted.
Xiao Chen was not surprised at the actions of the five Biyun Peak old men. They clearly knew that they could not defeat him, yet they still insisted on fighting. There would not be such stupid people in this world.
If the five old men were half-step Martial Monarchs, with the resources of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion and their experience, they might have a fifty percent chance of defeating him.
Unfortunately, they were not. They were only Superior Grade Martial Kings. In that case, they would not stand a chance at all.
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