Chapter 156: Astonishing Sword

Chapter 156: A Sword that Astonishes

"It's rumored that Ye Wuji has always been arrogant, and it seems that it's true."

Mengrong Jue immediately looked at Ye Chen, his eyes restrained, with a cold and profound gleam.

Mengrong Fu also stared back, his killing intent surging like a tide. "Uncle Yun, leave him half alive for me."

Ye Wuji not only killed Mengrong Yun's son but also killed his own son. He also wanted to kill him personally, to dismember him and crush his bones, in order to ease his hatred.

"Alright, I will leave him half alive and won't let him die easily." Mengrong Yun's face was fierce.

"It seems that you haven't figured out the current situation." Ye Chen shook his head and smiled, his laughter filled with sarcasm and disdain.

"Is that so?" Mengrong Yun snorted coldly, refusing to believe that Ye Wuji could defeat him.

Ye Chen smiled, his smile becoming even more intense. As he looked at Mengrong Yun, his gaze gradually turned cold and indifferent, with a hint of pity and mockery, like a god overlooking ants from above the nine heavens.

Ignoring the antics of the Dan Saint Palace, ignoring Mengrong Yun's threats, Ye Chen didn't care until the moment he decided to make a move, and then everything would be overturned with a flick of his hand.

"No good!"

Mengrong Yun suddenly felt a sense of impending doom, as if he was being stared at by the god of death, ready to harvest his life at any moment.

He stomped his foot fiercely, not rushing forward but retreating backward. At the same time, he gathered all his strength and struck out with two astonishing palm prints, trying to create space between himself and Ye Wuji.

However, everything was too late.

"Dan Saint Palace, from the beginning, you were wrong. In this world, you can provoke everything, ignore everything, but you cannot provoke me, because I am someone you cannot afford to provoke."

Ye Chen strolled leisurely, a sword intent surging behind him, the shadow of the Black Tortoise enveloping the space.

"You don't believe it, then I will let you see with one sword that I, Ye Wuji, am invincible!"

Ye Chen's voice was still light, but it gave people a sense of earth-shattering shock, shaking everyone and attracting all eyes.

As the last word fell, the sky began to tremble violently, and the endless rules of heaven and earth surged forth, the sword intent of the Black Tortoise traversing the sky, descending from the heavens.

Ye Chen's finger pointed down, as if drawing down a piece of the firmament.

This sword turned into a curtain of heaven, daring to swallow the sun and moon.

As this sword fell, a rainbow pierced the sky, as if cleaving the entire firmament in half, shocking everyone present.

The sword shadows engulfed everything, destroying all in its path.

"So strong sword intent, the power of this sword is still above mine!"

Mo Wenjian was tongue-tied. He had spent his life studying the sword, and his understanding of it was extraordinary. However, under this sword, he felt a sense of insignificance and powerlessness.

Not only him, but Mo Daohua, Mo Li, Mo Qingqing, and all the martial artists of the Wan Dao Sword Sect were stunned.

They were all sword cultivators, and their sensitivity to sword intent naturally exceeded that of others. They could all clearly sense that this sword far surpassed the sword intent of their former sect master.

It was hard to imagine that Ye Wuji could be so terrifying.

"**No...**"

Amidst the shock of everyone, a voice of terror and despair echoed through the sky, but it quickly dissipated.

However, this scream surprised everyone, and they looked in astonishment at the area where the sword curtain was.

They saw Mengrong Yun's counterattack being directly crushed, bursting out with bursts of blood mist, his entire body ultimately completely shattered, turning into flesh and dissipating into the void.

"My god..."

People subconsciously exclaimed, and then there was silence everywhere, even the battlefield stopped in an instant, everyone staring blankly at Ye Wuji.

Everyone was deeply shocked by this one sword.

The sword shadows were dense, daring to swallow the sun and moon.

One sword arose, spanning the vast sky, destroying everything.

Sword slicing through martial arts, destroying everything in its path like slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Heavens, how could Ye Wuji be so overbearing?

Sword slicing through martial arts, with a calm and relaxed demeanor.

Even in the face of martial arts, it was still as weak as ants, easily slain with just one sword.

Terrifying, too terrifying.

"A Saint Martial, fallen like this?"

Some voices sounded, as if they couldn't accept what they were seeing, still questioning: how could a Saint Martial not even block a single sword from Ye Wuji?

And even have no chance to escape?

This questioning voice gradually brought people back to their senses, and they all gasped for cold air, feeling chills all over their bodies, looking at Ye Chen as if seeing a demon.

Too powerful, too terrifying, simply not human.

"I finally understand now why Lord Wuji respects Ye Wuji so much. He's like a deity."

Mo Wenjian was shocked, murmuring in astonishment.

Originally, he thought that Ye Wuji could dominate the Lower Three Abysses because of the Dan Artifact Hall.

Originally, his confidence in Ye Wuji came from Lord Wuji and the Dan Artifact Hall.

Ye Wuji didn't need to rely on others; he himself was unmatched. That one sword made him keenly aware of just how terrifying Ye Wuji truly was.

Most frighteningly, he was only seventeen. What heights would his future reach? It was almost unimaginable.

If before, Mo Wenjian's attitude towards Ye Wuji was merely respectful, then at this moment, it was genuine reverence from the depths of his heart.

"What an astonishing sword."

Mo Daohua, Mo Li, and others were stunned, their eyes filled with fervor and respect.

At this moment, their gazes towards Ye Wuji were unprecedentedly fervent and respectful.

Before this, they might have looked down on him a bit, but now, besides awe, there was no trace of contempt.

"Perhaps, the Nine Nether Ancient Dynasty will truly reappear."

The crowds around whispered under the stunning impact of this sword.

Previously, they doubted Ye Wuji's strength, thinking he couldn't contend with a Saint Martial. However, Ye Wuji only used one sword, making everyone realize just how strong he truly was.

So what if it was a Saint Martial? One sword could slay it.

Overbearing and terrifying.

Throughout the Nine Nether Realm, over thousands of years, even when the Nine Nether Ancient Dynasty still existed, there had never been such a terrifying figure.

Not yet seventeen, yet one sword could slay a Saint Martial. With each passing day, who in the Nine Nether could rival him?

As long as he didn't fall, Ye Wuji had undoubtedly ascended to the peak of the Nine Nether Realm. With a single command, the Nine Nether Ancient Dynasty would likely reappear.

"No, this is impossible."

The Dan Saint Palace was already dumbfounded, their expressions grim, as if they had lost their souls.

This scene was completely opposite to what they had expected.

Mengrong Yun, who should have been invincible, was supposed to suppress Ye Wuji with strength alone. But unexpectedly, Ye Wuji only used one sword to kill him.

The calm and indifferent demeanor made Mengrong Jue and others tremble with horror.

Mengrong Yun's defeat was enough to shock people, but to be defeated so thoroughly, unable to even block a single sword, and without even the chance to escape, was truly terrifying.

Ye Wuji was too powerful, exceeding expectations.

"I will let you see with one sword that I, Ye Wuji, am someone you cannot afford to provoke!"

Recalling Ye Wuji's voice from before, there was no hint of disdain, only shock and fear.

Because Ye Wuji had proven it.

With an astonishing sword, he was invincible.