Chapter 1335 - 1334: I Object

Chapter 1335: Chapter 1334: I Object

Despite the crowd’s astonished stares, Ling Chen remained expressionless, as if he didn’t see them at all.

"Do you have any opinions?"

Qing Ji frowned slightly, thinking to herself that Ling Chen was insensible. At such a moment, even if one was dissatisfied, they should hold back, unless one had the strength to challenge Beichuan Ye. Judging by Ling Chen’s current appearance, he obviously didn’t have such strength.

"I believe that Beichuan Ye is not qualified to hold the title of Sword King."

Ling Chen wore a face that suggested it was only natural.

"What?"

Not just Qing Ji, but even Beichuan Ye’s expression changed, then he laughed in rage, "You say I am not qualified, then who is? Is it the defeated Unparalleled King?"

"I think I should be more suitable than you." Ling Chen looked straight at Beichuan Ye and said faintly.

"You more suitable than me?"

Beichuan Ye squinted his eyes, "Who are you to dare speak such arrogant words?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Ji leaned over and whispered beside him, "He is Ling Chen, the Youth King born this year, titled as Ten Thousand Swords King."

"So you’re Ling Chen."

A gleam appeared in Beichuan Ye’s eyes. Even though he was in Yingzhou, he had heard of Ling Chen’s reputation, as Ling Chen’s aura was too strong. Not only Ling Chen, but Xuannv, Ling Yin, and Wei Wuxian also had great fame.

"I’ve heard of your achievements, your strength is indeed good, but you are not my opponent yet. Talk again in a few years." Beichuan Ye shook his head, not considering Ling Chen seriously.

"That may not be the case."

Facing the wind, Ling Chen’s Sword Momentum erupted like the spread of night, enveloping the sky over Snow Mountain Lake.

No deliberate reminder was needed; everyone’s attention was immediately captivated. In their eyes, the world seemed to disappear, leaving only Ling Chen alone. Within their perception, the world was silent, while those nearby found themselves unable to speak, as if trapped in a nightmare, their thoughts active but bodies immobilized.

Because Ling Chen’s Sword Intent pointed towards Beichuan Ye, Qing Ji was also affected. She stepped back several paces, her face pale, saying, "This is impossible."

She had never seen such a level of Sword Intent, and compared to Ling Chen, Beichuan Ye was slightly inferior, which was difficult for her to accept.

"Is he finally making a move?"

In Xuannv’s beautiful eyes shone with brilliance, she already knew that Ling Chen’s strength had reached a terrifying level, capable of confronting Beichuan Ye. The one who could curtail Beichuan Ye’s ambition was not the Unparalleled King, but Ling Chen.

"Beichuan Ye, you understand now, you don’t have the qualification to underestimate Ling Chen."

The Unparalleled King’s eyes shone with unusual light, speaking sharply.

The strength of Ling Chen’s Sword Intent was much greater compared to when he fought Wei Wuxian. Originally, Ling Chen had reserved some power, and this was the true might of his Sword Intent!

There’s a chance Ling Chen might actually accomplish what he couldn’t before, curtail Beichuan Ye, and defend the title of Sword King!

The long sword at the waist trembled continuously, seemingly ready to unsheathe at any moment. Beichuan Ye’s eyes narrowed to a line, a cold glow flowing within, as chilling as a knife. In Ling Chen’s presence, he felt a heavy threat; this threat was no longer self-defined, but came from the instinctive threat sensed by the body itself.

"Well, it seems that I’ve underestimated you for the first time. You indeed were underestimated by me, but what of it? The result of win or lose won’t change."

With his left hand pressed on the sword hilt’s end, Beichuan Ye stood straight. A fierce Sword Intent surged upwards, clashing with Ling Chen’s Sword Intent. Immediately, an endless series of fine explosive sounds resounded in the void, a chaotic will storm emerging from nothing, spreading in all directions.

Ah!

Screams sounded in succession; people nearby felt agonizing headaches and retreated, rolling backward, unable to withstand the oppression of such Sword Intent.

Sword Intent originally lacked color, but under the urging of the Sword Spirit, it was stained with color. Ling Chen’s Sword Intent held a gold-tinged blue hue, with a mysterious realm containing a hint of terrifying slaughter, whereas Beichuan Ye’s was different, his Sword Intent was white mixed with blue, neither strong nor weak, gentle yet imbued with an upward soaring fierce momentum, violently clashing with Ling Chen’s Sword Intent.

"Annihilation Slash!"

Beichuan Ye’s True Qi surged forth, suffusing into the long sword in his hand. The long sword resounded with a long cry, like a deep white giant wave on the ocean, slicing towards Ling Chen.

Whoosh!

The intertwined colored Sword Intent was torn apart, a mark straightly pierced through, heading directly for Ling Chen atop the mountain, unwaveringly forward.

Thunder Sound Sword was drawn, and Ling Chen wielded the sword in midair.

The thunderous sword qi split the wave-shaped sword qi in half, the other half also disintegrated, dispersed into invisibility.

Beichuan Ye seemingly paid no mind. In his long robe, he turned into a glimmering rainbow in an instant, and let loose hundreds of sword attacks towards Ling Chen. Each sword was unbelievably fast. His body split into eight shadow clones, each simultaneously unleashing a sword aimed directly at Ling Chen’s vital points.

"Incredible, Beichuan Ye can split into eight shadow clones at once!"

"Yingzhou’s fortune over nearly a thousand years must be exploding on Beichuan Ye now. Previously, where would there be such terrifying talents in Yingzhou?"

"Just like Sword Demon Wei Wuxian, but Beichuan Ye is even more formidable, even if Wei Wuxian’s potential within him was fully unleashed, it would be nothing like this!"

"A once-in-ten-thousand-year era of geniuses!"

In the midst of the crowd’s discussions, Ling Chen charged towards Beichuan Ye, wielding the Thunder Sound Sword to the extreme, blocking Beichuan Ye’s attacks one after another. Not only that, even though Ling Chen was in a disadvantaged position, his counterattacks grew more forceful with each wave, suppressing Beichuan Ye’s offensive.

Ling Chen didn’t know any clone techniques, thus couldn’t split as many clones for combat like Beichuan Ye, but Ling Chen had Sword Controlling Technique; he controlled several Flying Swords, and his speed was astonishingly fast, so it seemed as if there were eight Ling Chens battling eight Beichuan Yes. In the sky, their figures were everywhere, chasing and pursuing, sword qi shooting back and forth, countless yet unable to cause any harm.

Far around the Snow Mountain Lake, the crowd looked on, stunned and dumbfounded.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe anyone could wield swordsmanship to such an absurd level, and not just one person, but two.

Beichuan Ye’s strength was beyond their imagination.

Ling Chen’s power also shocked them once again.

Sword King Level battle!

Now many youthful geniuses understood why Beichuan Ye dared to be so arrogant, self-proclaiming Sword King, because Beichuan Ye indeed possessed the strength and confidence for it! Fortunately, on their side, there was also Ling Chen, otherwise today Beichuan Ye would surely obtain the title of Sword King!