At the banquet, everyone looked thoughtful when they heard Xia Qingyuan's words.
What did Xia Qingyuan mean by this?
She seemed to be reprimanding Ye Futian, but she was actually asking him to fight with the people of Lihen Heaven. Wang Chuan was not here, and the disciples of Lihen Heaven present were probably no match for Ye Futian.
This made many people look interested. Emperor Xia had named Ye Futian the Princess' valet, which meant that Ye Futian was one of Xia Qingyuan's people. So while she seemed to be reprimanding him, was she also expressing her dissatisfaction with the people of Lihen Heaven?
Just now, it was Fengxiao who had spoken provocatively and announced what Ye Futian had said in front of everyone. If that was the case, then a fight would be enough.
It seemed that there was no way to refute.
Xiao Qianhe looked at Xia Qingyuan. It seemed that the Princess had her own opinion.
Very well, let's see how strong Ye Futian is.
If he was really just a madman who spoke arrogantly, then there was no need for him to worry. Emperor Xia and Xia Qingyuan would not use Ye Futian.
Yao Xi looked at Ye Futian beside her with a meaningful look. She did not know if Xia Qingyuan knew how strong Ye Futian was, nor did she know how strong Ye Futian was.
However, after he attacked, he was able to more or less deduce what kind of attitude Xia Qingyuan had towards Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at Xia Qingyuan with some surprise. The others did not know, but his heart was as clear as a mirror. No one knew his strength better than Xia Qingyuan.
Xia Qingyuan knew about the Battle of the Imperial Mausoleum and the Sacred War of the Holy Zhi Palace.
When he thought of this, the haze in Ye Futian's heart disappeared. Since Xia Qingyuan was on his side, then in a sense, it was also the will of Emperor Xia. Even if it was the Xiao clan where the Imperial Concubine was, as long as he did not offend them too much, nothing would happen.
Ye Futian was also very grateful. Although Xia Qingyuan's personality was not very good, that was not important. What was important was where she stood.
Of course, Xia Qingyuan's angry rebuke of him must be true. If there was a chance, he would not doubt that Xia Qingyuan would want to beat him up.
"Yes, Princess." Ye Futian stood up and bowed, seeming very polite and respectful. since he was one of Xia Qingyuan's people, he had to show his attitude.
There was an empty space in the middle of the banquet. While it was not small, it was clearly not large enough to support a battle between sages at the pinnacle.
However, Ye Futian did not care. He walked to the center and bowed to Old Man Xiao and Queen Xiao on the ceremonial platform, saying, "Today is the day of Elder Xiao's birthday banquet. I was invited here, and naturally, I should not disturb the mood of the elders and make a big fuss. I would like to play a song to congratulate Elder Xiao on his birthday, and with the sound of the guqin, I would like to express the sword will of the swordsmen of Lihen Heaven."
Ye Futian turned his eyes in the direction where the people of Lihen Heaven were and said, "Since the people of Lihen Heaven say that I'm talking nonsense, all of you below Saint Plane, come at me together."
With that, he sat down cross-legged, and his Guqin Spirit appeared, floating in front of him.
He did not wait for the people of Lihen Heaven to respond. His fingers plucked the strings of the guqin and the sound of the guqin rang out.
The place of the banquet was exceptionally quiet. At this moment, only the sound of music could be heard. Everyone's gazes were on the white-haired young man who sat alone. It was as if he was the only one in the world right now.
There seemed to be a sense of loneliness in the sound of the guqin, as if he was isolated from the world. Many people were struck by a wondrous feeling. At this moment, even though Ye Futian was in the middle of a lively banquet, he seemed to be alone, cut off from the world.
"Go." The sword saint who was leading the troops of Lihen Heaven said. Suddenly, one figure after another stepped out from Lihen Heaven. Many swordsmen stepped out at the same time, surrounding Ye Futian.
Right in front of Ye Futian, Mo Li of Lihen Heaven also sat cross-legged, taking out his guqin.
Fengxiao stood next to him, and the others stood around Ye Futian, all of them emanating sword will.
"You can make your move now," Ye Futian said. As his voice landed, there was someone in front of him who lashed out with sword will, showing no mercy at all.
The two sides were very close, and the sword will attack was compressed into a very narrow area, but the destructive power was absolutely terrifying, and extremely dangerous.
That sword will made a sharp hissing sound and slashed at Ye Futian as fast as lightning.
Ye Futian flicked his fingers, and the strings of the guqin vibrated. A wisp of music tore through the air, turning into a terrifying spell of rules, shattering the sword will coming at him.
Hiss, hiss … A terrifying storm of sword aura gathered in an instant, and the mighty ones of Lihen Heaven burst with astonishing sword will at the same time. A suffocating pressure appeared in the middle of the banquet, turning into a terrifying storm. There were saints who acted and laid a screen of light, isolating that part of the battlefield. Suddenly, a terrifying storm of sword aura tore through the air, turning into boundless sword will, cutting Ye Futian at the same time.
Ye Futian did not move, and neither did the people of Lihen Heaven. Instead, the music of the guqin and the sword will clashed.
At this moment, that narrow space seemed to have come to an end.
Ye Futian was right in the center.
However, it was as if he did not feel it, and he continued to play the guqin quietly. His music penetrated the storm of sword aura, and a terrifying storm of rules appeared around that lonely figure. Under the influence of the music, sound waves lashed out, and the air seemed to have been cut in half. That terrifying storm of sword aura was cut in half, and it was a shocking scene.
Mo Li's music sounded at the same time, turning into extremely sharp sword will, as if there were thousands of strands. Every piece of music was like a sword, piercing into Ye Futian's mind.
Not only that, but there was still boundless sword will coming at Ye Futian from the storm that was cut in half, but he seemed to be unable to feel it, sitting there quietly. There were countless sharp swords coming at his body, piercing into his spiritual will. At this moment, Ye Futian seemed like he would be torn to pieces in an instant.
However, he continued to play quietly, lonely and sad, but with an extremely proud will, as if to announce that even if the world was his enemy, he would still be himself, and his state of mind would not be shaken.
Ye Futian's white hair danced in the storm like a sword. His clothes billowed, and his entire body was filled with the aura of rules. The boundless sword will was unable to cut into his body.
"Spatial rules and starry rules as one." Those saints were naturally able to sense the power on Ye Futian's body. He had set up an absolute defense around his body, and the power of rules seemed to be raging under the cover of the music.
The mighty ones of Lihen Heaven frowned slightly, and even more powerful sword will burst from their bodies. Some even released their Life Spirits. Mo Li's fingers strummed the strings in a frenzy, intending to use the music to penetrate his opponent's spiritual will and affect Ye Futian, but he found that Ye Futian seemed to be unable to hear him.
The storm of music from Ye Futian's playing grew more and more intense, filling the vast space. The narrow space was filled with destructive space-tearing power at that moment, making many feel threatened.
Finally, a swordsman moved, like a straight sword, stabbing at Ye Futian. One sword was able to cut a person's soul, and the space seemed to have been split in two as the sword came.
Ye Futian still sat there quietly, not even looking up. At that moment, that swordsman felt a devastating bolt of lightning flashing in his mind, causing his soul to tremble. At the same time, his body seemed to have been frozen, and the destructive storm shrouded him. At that moment, he was filled with deep fear.
What kind of powerful rule power and spiritual will attack was that?
It was as if he was unable to fight back at all.
"The world says that I am arrogant, but I have no need to prove it to the world," Ye Futian said calmly. His right hand swept across the strings of the guqin as soon as he finished. That swordsman grunted in an instant and spat out blood, falling to the ground.
He was not the only one. All the swordsmen of Lihen Heaven around him were attacked by the music at the same time. At that moment, the music turned into a true spiritual attack, penetrating their will. At that moment, they felt as if they were in the light of doomsday.
Not only that, but their bodies seemed to have been frozen, unable to move.
"I am who I am. Below the Saint Plane, who in Lihen Heaven is worthy to fight me?" His fingers plucked the strings again as soon as he finished. One figure after another grunted in an instant and spat out blood. The strings in Mo Li's hands broke right away, and his face was as pale as paper. The only thing in the space was Ye Futian's music and that suffocating storm.
It was as if everyone was under Ye Futian's control.
Below the Saint Plane, who in Lihen Heaven was worthy to fight him?
None of the swordsmen of Lihen Heaven moved, and they were unable to move.
Ye Futian was still playing slowly, but that impassioned music was gradually coming to an end. It became quiet, but still lonely.
It was as if he did not need anyone to understand him, and did not need to prove anything to the world.
He came from the Nine States of the Lower Worlds. Even if many people questioned him, even if many great figures thought that he was too arrogant and could not stand shoulder to shoulder with those geniuses who stood at the top of the Upper Worlds, but so what?
Xia Qingyuan had asked him to fight, and so, with one song, there was no one in Lihen Heaven below the Saint Plane.
The music slowly came to an end, and Ye Futian's white hair billowed. He sat there quietly as if he had never done anything.
However, everyone present was deeply shocked. He resisted the attacks of the swordsmen only with his control of the rules and the strength of his physical body. It was only at the end that he attacked. The music and the rule attack came at the same time. Who was worthy to fight him?
No one.
Even the cultivators of Lihen Heaven were the same.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on him. That music seemed to have truly recognized how proud this white-haired youth from the Nine States was.
It seemed that Emperor Xia had bestowed the title of valet to the princess because he knew how strong Ye Futian was, which was why he appreciated him.
It seemed that Emperor Xia valued Ye Futian even more than everyone thought.
Then Xia Qingyuan had asked Ye Futian to fight just now, and it was worth thinking about.
Was she announcing that Ye Futian was one of her people?
Xiao Qianhe stared at that figure, and he felt a sharp spirit from Ye Futian.
Ye Futian put away his Guqin Spirit. He got up and bowed slightly to the ceremonial platform, saying, "I apologize for disturbing Elder Xiao's mood. I will take my leave now."
"Go," Xia Qingyuan said indifferently before anyone else could say anything.
Ye Futian retreated, and then turned to leave with the people of the Holy Zhi Palace.
Since Xiao Qianhe had ulterior motives, then there was no need for him to deliberately stay here for his sake!
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