Chapter 415
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He points his sword at Jin Wang, and a powerful Internal Force is suddenly released, "If you want to force Muyan to marry you, then you'll have to step over my dead body!"
All the guests present were shocked.
Those who were closest to Bai Yichen were trembling in fear. "This … this is the pressure of a peak Heaven Stage. No, it's not just peak Heaven Stage. He's only one step away from Innate Stage."
In just a few short months, Bai Yichen's cultivation has risen from the high rank of Heaven Stage to the peak of Heaven Stage, only a step away from the Xian Tian stage.
"The former number one genius of the Yanwu Continent, when did he grow to this stage? This talent is no worse than Jing Cheng Country's Princess Qianxue! "
"Yeah! How old was Bai Yichen? Definitely less than thirty, right? I've never seen or heard of such a young Xiantian Expert! "
Jin Wang's cold and sinister gaze looks at the wound on his arm. Soon after, it slowly falls on Bai Yichen, "Good! Since you're courting death, then don't blame this king! "
"Nie Zheng —!"
Jin Wang gives an order.
Nie Zheng suddenly flew out from the crowd, leading a dozen or so black-clothed men, surrounding Bai Yichen.
In the blink of an eye, the wedding banquet had turned into a battlefield of life and death.
Bai Yichen's sword danced like a gust of wind.
Nie Zheng, a Peak Heaven Stage expert, along with more than ten Heaven Stage experts, actually couldn't do anything to Bai Yichen.
The atmosphere at the scene was almost suffocating.
Wounds began to appear on Bai Yichen's body.
The profound energy in his body was being consumed bit by bit, and he could barely lift the sword in his hand.
Nie Zheng thought in his heart that his chance had come. The thorns in his palm quietly shot out.
"Ah —!!" Lou Beiyu screamed, reminding Bai Yichen.
However, he was still one step too late. The thorns pierced through Bai Yichen's abdomen. Blood gushed out like a waterfall, instantly dying his snow-white clothes red.
How many of the guests present had never heard of Bai Yichen, the Dustless Swordsman?
How many people wouldn't admire and like such a young talent?
Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but avert his eyes in disbelief.
Lou Beiyu directly rolls down from the stool, letting out coarse and unpleasant wails as he wriggles his body, trying to crawl towards Bai Yichen and Mu Yan.
Nie Zheng looked at the thorns on Bai Yichen's abdomen and laughed heartily, "Bai Yichen, to think that you would have such a day!"
He has long found this new pretty boy unpleasing to the eye. What Yanwu Continent's number one genius? That's just a joke, nothing more.
He was still going to die in his hands today …
Suddenly, Nie Zheng's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Because he saw that the handsome and pale face of the man in front of him slowly curved into a mocking smile.
Before he could figure out what this smile meant, he felt a strong gust of wind beside his ear.
With a swishing sound, a sharp pain came from his limbs.
Nie Zheng's eyes abruptly widened. He opened his mouth, wanting to let out a mournful scream, but he could only watch helplessly as his hands and feet flew out, blood splattering everywhere.
"Ahhhhh —!!" The screams finally pierced through the clouds.
In just a few breaths' time, everyone saw Bai Yichen's long sword suddenly fly up on its own.
Like a bolt of lightning, it flew towards Nie Zheng.
Immediately after, blood splattered everywhere and severed limbs flew everywhere. Both of Nie Zheng's hands and feet were chopped off, turning him into a thorough cripple.
The entire audience was deathly silent.
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