Ye Chen didn't think so much. He always believed that those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. As for etiquette and trustworthiness, that's all bullshit!

In this world, the strong are king!

At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to defeat Feng Shao and seize the position of Holy Son!

Therefore, Ye Chen used all his strength when he made a move.

Facing Ye Chen's violent offensive, Feng Shao was on the defensive for a while, and seemed to be suppressed by Ye Chen. But only Feng Shao himself knew that he just wanted to test Ye Chen's bottom line first.

Ye Chen's identity as the son of destiny has been basically confirmed, but Feng Shao is not sure whether this world is a fictional plane, so he is not sure whether Ye Chen's style of behavior will be the same as described in the novel. So now, he has to confirm one thing first, that is, whether Ye Chen has the ability to fight across levels.

Even though Feng Shao is still in the Xiantian realm, his strength has actually reached the Jindan realm, because what he practices is not the Taiwei Sect's ancestral mental method "Taiwei Heart Sutra", but the ancient method "Qiankun Treasure Book" recorded on the Tianhua Jade Slips.

According to the description on the Tianhua Jade Slip, the Qiankun Treasure Book was jointly created by the three masters of the Qiankun Palace. It creates yin and yang, encompasses everything, and has infinite magical uses. Most importantly, the Qiankun Treasure Book does not value the qualifications of practitioners, because it mentions a method of changing fate against the will of heaven. Through this method, even the lowest qualifications can be transformed into the most heaven-defying qualifications.

Rumor has it that the Qiankun Palace disappeared in the long river of history because it was too outrageous.

Although the martial arts practiced by Feng Shao is different from those of other disciples in the sect, this set of martial arts has another special feature, which is that it can be disguised as any other martial arts. Therefore, although he has been practicing "Qiankun Treasure Book" for more than ten years, no one has noticed it so far.

Before they knew it, the two had exchanged dozens of moves, and Feng Shao gradually discovered some problems.

No one knew where Ye Chen's sword came from. Not only was it blood red, but it also made a faint whistling sound when it was swung. Recalling the name of the sword, Feng Shao initially thought it was the sound of a dragon's roar. But soon, he realized that was not the case.

Whenever the screaming sounded, Feng Shao felt that his mind was shaken and he felt a slight trance. As the battle became more intense, this feeling became more obvious. Not only that, he also felt that his blood essence seemed to be inadvertently attracted by the opponent, which surprised Feng Shao.

He subconsciously activated the Tianhua Jade Slip, and a layer of faint blue light gradually covered his pupils. Then he looked at the Red Dragon Sword, and the next moment he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

It turned out to be the legendary magic weapon! If the Tianhua Jade Slip's identification was correct, then it would not be surprising that this sword would produce such an effect.

Ye Chen relied on the characteristics of the Red Dragon Sword to gain the upper hand. He had long discovered the effect of the Red Dragon Sword in seducing souls, and was also well aware that the Red Dragon Sword had the ability to absorb human essence and blood. But he didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, instead he felt that he had picked up a real treasure!

With this sword, why worry about not being able to kill enemies across levels?

Everyone off the field was surprised to see Feng Shao being suppressed, and their eyes looked at Ye Chen with a hint of surprise. He had only been a disciple for five years, but he could suppress the senior brother who had been a disciple for thirty years in such a battle. This aptitude was really strong. In other sects, this aptitude would have the potential to become the Saint Son of the sect.

But gradually, Feng Shao's performance made many people a little confused.

Under such a fierce attack from Ye Chen, Feng Shao was able to hold on for so long without showing any signs of defeat. Anyone with a sound mind could tell that Feng Shao was hiding his abilities.

Ye Chen originally thought that Feng Shao could not stop him at all, but he did not expect that even if he had the upper hand, he could not defeat Feng Shao for a while. He could not help but feel a little anxious and could not help but shout: "Feng Shao, are you only able to defend like a turtle?"

Feng Shao said calmly, "Junior Brother Ye, we are just sparring with each other, why are you so aggressive? You must know that the most important thing on the path of cultivation is to nourish your mind, and then practice. How can you embark on the true path of cultivation if you are so impatient?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly: "If I were to be a coward like you, I would rather not practice Taoism!"

"Well, since Junior Brother Ye said so, then I, as a senior brother, have no choice but to show off my skills." Feng Shao sighed with pretended regret, then swung his sword fiercely, and sword energy surged towards Ye Chen like a tide. Ye Chen was shocked and quickly raised his sword to block. However, Feng Shao's moves followed one after another, and although it seemed that he was not in a hurry, the sword energy that came down almost made him breathless, and he had almost no power to fight back.

The attack and defense changed in an instant, and the onlookers were all surprised.

Although Ye Chen's attack was fierce, his moves were rather chaotic. Many of the onlookers were experts, and they could tell at a glance that Ye Chen lacked practical experience and only knew how to attack without paying attention to the role of different moves in different situations. On the other hand, Feng Shao was dignified, and he seemed to be relaxed and carefree, as if he didn't take his opponent seriously at all. However, his sword moves were fierce and continuous, almost as unstoppable as a storm.

Comparing the two, the difference is obvious.

Among the crowd of onlookers, a petite girl in green with a white veil on her face was looking at Feng Shao in the field. Her eyes were shining brightly and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“Brother Shao, I never thought that in just three short years, you have used the Tidal Sword Technique so skillfully. Mother was right, you are my great treasure!”

Thinking of this, a touch of tenderness flashed in the girl's eyes: "Brother Shao, I have to leave first. Although I can't meet you this time, I am very happy to be able to see you from afar. You must remember, when Ran'er comes back from Xiaoyao Hall in a year, you must come to marry me!"

At this time, a woman who was also wearing a white veil whispered behind her: "Junior sister, we should go now."

The girl nodded: "Okay, senior sister, let's go!"

After saying that, the girl looked at Feng Shao from afar reluctantly, then left resolutely.

When the girl left, Feng Shao looked in the direction she left as if he had sensed something.

Ye Chen noticed that Feng Shao was distracted for a moment, so he seized the opportunity without hesitation, took something out of his arms, and threw it at Feng Shao!

A beam of red light hit Feng Shao's chest. Feng Shao was caught off guard and had to concentrate his energy on his chest. Then Feng Shao felt as if his chest was hit by a huge hammer. The huge force made his internal organs seem to be displaced, and a mouthful of blood suddenly rushed up his throat.

Feng Shao swallowed the blood reluctantly, and his eyes turned cold as he looked at Ye Chen: "Junior Brother Ye, what do you mean?"

What Ye Chen had just used was a talisman, but talismans were not something Taiwei Sect was good at. But that was nothing, the sect did not prohibit its disciples from learning other techniques. As long as it did not violate morality, they could learn whatever they wanted.

But the problem is, the talisman that Ye Chen used just now was filled with blood and energy, and it seemed that even the three souls and seven spirits were shaken apart when it hit the body. How could such a talisman be used by the righteous?

The only possibility is that this talisman came from an illegitimate source!

Ye Chen did not think that there was anything wrong with his behavior just now. Instead, he said smugly: "Brother Feng, as the saying goes, all is fair in war. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being distracted just now!"

As he spoke, Ye Chen swung his sword again, and each move was aimed at Feng Shao's vital points!

Ye Chen thought that his words would be recognized by most people, but he didn't expect that everyone in the audience couldn't help but shake their heads. The disciples of Taiwei Sect couldn't help but scold him.

"Ye Chen, you are so shameless! It's clearly a fair fight, but you resorted to such despicable means!"

"Ye Chen, don't you think you are stronger than the eldest brother? How can you still use the talisman with such a thick face?"

"Humph! Ye Chen has always been a man who doesn't follow the rules. Did you just find out today?"

"A person like this, no matter how strong he is, is not qualified to be the Holy Son!"

Ye Chen's face turned blue and red after being scolded. He couldn't help but yelled at the disciples in the audience: "What do you know? In a duel, you must use every possible means. Do you think you will stick to the rules when you encounter an opponent you can't defeat?!"

Before the disciples could answer, Feng Shao said coldly: "Junior Brother Ye, have you forgotten why we are competing?"

Although Ye Chen's moves were almost fatal, they were all blocked by Feng Shao's airtight sword net. For a moment, the two were in a stalemate again.

"Because of what? Of course it's because..." Ye Chen stopped talking halfway.

Yes! This competition is not a life-and-death battle, but Ye Chen wants to prove that he is better than Feng Shao and more qualified to be the Holy Son and challenge Feng Shao. But if he uses the talisman in the competition, how can he prove that he is stronger than Feng Shao?

Ye Chen knew he was in the wrong, but it was absolutely impossible for him to admit his mistake in front of so many people. He stiffened his neck and said, "Feng Shao, if you think you can't win, you can just throw down your sword and admit defeat now. Why are you talking nonsense here?"

Feng Shao narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Junior Brother Ye, it seems that in the past five years since you joined the sect, you have only learned the techniques but not how to be a good person! As the eldest disciple of the sect leader, I naturally have the responsibility to manage the disciples well on behalf of the sect leader!"

At this point, Feng Shao suddenly raised his voice and said, "Third Uncle, Junior Brother Ye is disrespectful to his elder brothers, impetuous, and has no remorse for backstabbing others. I am honored to be the eldest disciple of the sect leader, and I have the responsibility to supervise and teach the sect disciples. Today, I will discipline Junior Brother Ye on behalf of Uncle!"

Du Yuanxi's face turned a little ugly when he heard this, but he still forced a smile and said, "Nephew Feng is right. Then I'll trouble Nephew Feng to discipline this unworthy boy for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Shao noticed that the golden lines in Ye Chen's purple luck disappeared instantly. Not only that, he also felt that the Tianhua Jade Slip hidden deep in his body conveyed joy and satisfaction to him.

Feng Shao immediately understood that Ye Chen's improper behavior had caused his master to be dissatisfied with him, which more or less reduced some of his luck. However, the luck he lost became the nourishment of the Tianhua Jade Slip.

Thinking of this, Feng Shao looked at Ye Chen with a bit of joy in his eyes.

This guy is like a battery to me! The advancement of Tianhua Jade Slip depends on you!

Thinking of this, Feng Shao laughed and said, "Junior Brother Ye, come and see how this move works!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Shao's sword suddenly unleashed its might, and the vast sword light crashed down like an upside-down river in the sky. Ye Chen's face was horrified, and he retreated repeatedly. The long sword in his hand had completely given up the offensive and turned to full defense. However, in front of this sword light like a raging tide, how could he defend himself?

Among the VIP guests from other sects sitting in the stands, some could not help but exclaimed, "This is... the Super Sea Sword Technique? He actually mastered the secret of Xiaoyaotang, using Taishan to surpass Beihai?!"

Facing such a surging sword light, Ye Chen felt a surge of despair. He shouted, "This is unfair! The sword technique you used is not from the Taiwei Sect at all!"

“Junior Brother Ye, the talisman you used just now doesn’t seem to be from our sect, right?” Feng Shao sneered.

Ye Chen was speechless. He believed that he was extremely talented and no one in the sect could match him, so the position of the Holy Son should be considered by no one else except him. But he never expected that the senior brother in the sect, whom he had always looked down upon, could use such a brilliant swordsmanship. Moreover, although his realm was only Xiantian, his abundant true energy seemed to have reached the realm of Jindan!

But how is this possible? How on earth did he do it?

Just as the sword lights were about to fall, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded: "Enough!"

The next moment, a sword light slashed down from the air, cutting off Feng Shao's vast sword light. However, Ye Chen, who had escaped from a desperate situation, looked at the sky with a dull expression.