Chapter 106: Ten Steps of Sword Intent Surges

All kinds of unbearable humiliation fell into his ears.

At this moment, Ye Chen wished he could stand up and kill all those who mocked him.

But he couldn't do that.

This is Beizhou, Xiaoyue Dynasty, and Xiangfu.

Many guests present were well-known people. They were not only powerful, but also had impressive forces behind them. If he shouted in public here, it would be difficult for him to leave.

So, should he swallow this humiliation?

Of course not!

"But I guess Ye Chen has died without a burial place. Although Ye Qi's fighting power is not as good as mine, it is still easy to deal with a genius in a remote place."

Ye Yiming had previously attracted a lot of attention in front of Wei Xiang, so he was naturally quite proud of it.

However, at this moment,

A terrifying sword intent bloomed out of thin air and condensed in the void, like a divine sword standing between heaven and earth, upright, strong and majestic. After everyone in the venue felt this breath, they all felt a trembling feeling from the bottom of their hearts.

Perhaps, this sword intent is not extremely strong.

But its pure and rich artistic conception makes people deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

"This sword intent..."

Wei Xiang's expression was stern. He was a strong man in the holy realm and had experienced countless storms.

How could he not detect such an aura?

Not only Wei Xiang, but other guests were also shocked.

The magic swords behind some people began to hum, as if they were being summoned.

Such a movement surprised the whole audience.

Wei Xiang felt the source of the breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked in that direction.

In the corner in the distance, a handsome young man stood proudly between heaven and earth, unparalleled in the world.

Although his realm was not high, his demeanor was extraordinary.

Especially the sword intent released from him, covering the entire Xiangfu.

After people feel it, they are shocked from the bottom of their hearts.

"Such a strong sword intent, are you a sword cultivator?"

Wei Xiang's eyes narrowed suddenly, and the cold light gradually became sharper.

He had seen the list of invitees for this birthday banquet, and there had never been a sword cultivator.

Moreover, in the entire Beizhou, there were only a handful of sword cultivators, each with a name.

Where did this young man come from, and how did he get in?

After Wei Xiang's voice fell, all the guests in the audience looked at the young man in shock.

They looked at each other, as if they didn't recognize that there was such a genius in Beizhou.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man slowly raised his head.

Everyone could see the coldness emanating from his pupils.

It was freezing cold, like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years, making people feel a chill blowing in their faces.

"In the land of a hundred countries, Ye family of Qing country, Ye Chen, comes to congratulate Wei Xiang on his birthday."

Ye Chen's voice was calm, without any ups and downs.

But the sword intent suddenly reached its peak at this moment!

Zheng!

A sound of sword chirping burst out in everyone's mind.

It was as if a string stretched tight in everyone's mind suddenly broke!

Many guests were shocked.

How old is this kid, he can actually comprehend the sword intent to such an extent.

This is so terrible, he must be a young sword cultivator!

Wait.

He just said that he is Ye Chen?

Ye Tianxiao's son, a branch of the Ye clan, Ye Chen of the Ye family of Qing country?

After a brief silence, many voices broke out in the venue.

"Ye Chen, why is he here?"

"Didn't they say that Ye Qi went to deal with him?"

"What is his purpose in coming here?"

Everyone frowned, all very puzzled.

But soon, everyone found it a little ridiculous.

He was not invited to the birthday banquet of the prime minister's mansion, but he showed up here to celebrate the birthday.

What was he thinking?

"Ye Chen, what are you doing here?"

Ye Jing's pupils shrank, and he instinctively took a step forward.

Ye Qi was his nephew, and he was quite powerful.

Could it be that something went wrong?

Earlier, everyone was talking about Ye Fusu and Ye Tianxiao, but they didn't expect that Ye Tianxiao's son was there.

This made the atmosphere in the venue a little weird, and everyone looked at Ye Chen with abrupt eyes.

"I have long heard of the great name of Wei Xiang of Xiaoyue Dynasty. I came here today to see him. He is indeed a remarkable person."

Ye Chen first clasped his fists to Wei Xiang, and then swept his eyes across the audience. "I originally just wanted to come here to broaden my horizons, but I encountered you all humiliating my father like this. As a son, if I ignore it or continue to endure it, I am afraid that the whole world will laugh at me and say that Ye Tianxiao has an unfilial son!"

"So, what do you think?"

Ye Yiming sneered.

Previously, he was the most powerful, so at this moment, he also had a strong killing intention towards Ye Chen.

"As a junior, I can't judge what's going on between elders, but I just heard that you, Ye Yiming, said that even if I see Ye Feng, I can only take a detour, right?"

Ye Chen's eyes were like lightning, and his sword intent was strong.

"Yes, what?"

Ye Yiming was ecstatic in his heart. This Ye Chen was simply seeking death!

I heard that he was also a sword cultivator?

I have never seen such a brainless sword cultivator!

Since he took the initiative to seek death, I will help him.

"I haven't seen Ye Feng, so it's hard to say whether I can compare with him, but I want to fight with you now, just to add some excitement to Wei Xiang's birthday party."

Ye Chen showed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, "So, what do you think?"

"Okay! You and me, life and death battle!"

Ye Yiming's eyes showed ecstasy. He wanted to use this birthday party to become famous and enter the eyes of all the bigwigs. If he could get close to Wei Xiang, it would be even better.

It's true, someone comes to give pillows when you are sleepy, which is exactly what he wants!

"Ye Chen, he is actually Ye Chen, the sword cultivator?"

In the distance, Qin Shuang was also surprised.

She did think that Ye Chen's demeanor was a bit extraordinary, but she didn't expect him to be so famous!

Sword cultivator, these two words alone symbolize supreme glory.

Can he show his edge here?

"Yiming, don't be impulsive."

Ye Jing frowned, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Ye Jing, are you scared?"

Elder Xiao, who was afraid of chaos in the world, stood up and laughed, "Back then, Ye Fusu, in order to vent his emotions, disregarded the rules and cut off the father's arm in public, and planted the 'Three Crying Cold Bird Talisman' to torture him. Today, his son came to challenge you, and you, the Ye clan, dare not accept it?"

"Who said I dare not accept it!"

Ye Yiming was a young man with vigor and could not stand provocation.

His figure swept and landed in the center of the courtyard.

Then, he hooked his finger contemptuously, "Ye Chen, come and die!"

"As you wish."

Ye Chen walked out of the crowd slowly, and with every step he took, the sword intent around him soared a few points.

Boom, boom.

The steps landed on the ground, which actually triggered a sound of resonance between heaven and earth.

The dull sound penetrated the eardrum and went straight into the soul.

Three steps, five steps, ten steps.

Walk from the crowd to the center, a total of ten steps.

Ye Chen's aura surged ten times in a row!

If his sword intent was compared to an ocean, then after ten steps, his sword intent had surged to the same height as the heaven and earth, covering the sky and the sun, picking the stars and the moon, crushing everything!

As for the arrogant Ye Yiming before, he couldn't even stand now.

Snap.

Ye Yiming's legs weakened and he fell to the ground.

Infinite fear was revealed in his pupils, as if the opponent's figure had turned into a sword that pierced the sky and the earth, standing horizontally in front of his neck. As long as he moved a little, his head would fall off and he would die without a burial place.

The whole world was full of despair.

No one could save his life!