The Biluo Sect disciple's face was pale and filled with unbelievable horror. He stared at Ye Chen intently.
"You... who are you?"
His voice was trembling. A mere mortal servant was able to neutralize his attacks one after another.
This completely overturned his cognition.
He raised the grim long sword in his hand again, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Ye Chen, preparing to attack again with a fierce look but a weak heart.
Ye Chen slowly turned his head, his empty eyes looking at the disciple of the Biluo Sect.
"You'd better not attack me. I might kill you."
Ye Chen's tone was calm, without any emotion.
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
"Kill me?"
The disciple of Biluo Sect was stunned at first, then sneered in disdain.
He admitted that this mortal sweeper was a little eccentric.
But the two attacks were ineffective. Perhaps it was just some kind of coincidental accident, or maybe he had some magical protective weapon hidden on him.
But a mortal with no cultivation threatened to kill a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage?
This is simply a fantasy!
All the disciples in the square also thought that Ye Chen was crazy.
"There's definitely something wrong with Zhang Yi's brain! Who does he think he is?"
"This is crazy! How dare a mortal speak to a Foundation Establishment cultivator like this?"
Looking at Ye Chen's dull appearance, everyone agreed that Ye Chen was mentally ill.
"Good! Very good!"
The disciple of Biluo Sect laughed in anger, his face full of ferocity.
"Then I'll see how a mere mortal ant like you can kill me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the sword in his hand towards Ye Chen with killing force.
Facing this thundering blow, Ye Chen's face remained expressionless.
He patted Zhang Yuan's shoulder lightly with his hand.
"boom!"
Zhang Yuan only felt an indescribable terrifying force, like the Milky Way pouring back into his body, instantly pouring into his limbs and bones.
It was a spiritual power that he had never felt before, pure to the extreme.
Driven by this force, his body was completely out of control.
The long sword in his hand seemed to have its own life, and he unconsciously attacked the disciple of the Biluo Sect.
"bite!"
The two swords collided, and the long sword in the hand of the Biluo Sect disciple broke with a sound.
"puff!"
An unmatched force rolled back along the broken sword.
The disciple of the Biluo Sect flew backwards, and a mouthful of blood drew a sharp arc in the air.
"boom!"
His body fell heavily outside the square and he fainted on the spot, his life or death unknown.
"boom!"
The scene seemed to be struck by a huge thunderbolt, and everyone's brain went blank in an instant.
The headmaster Yue Yunxuan, who was sitting high on the main seat, could no longer remain calm.
With a "whoosh", he stood up from his seat, his eyes wide open, staring at Zhang Yuan in the field, his face full of shock.
Zhang Yuan is only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, while the disciple of Biluo Sect is a genuine cultivator at the peak of foundation building.
But he was killed instantly by Zhang Yuan's sword.
Zhang Yuan himself was completely stunned, his heart trembling, staring blankly at the sword in his hand, completely unaware of what had just happened.
Feng Ling's expression instantly turned extremely ugly, his eyes were sinister, and he stared at Zhang Yuan intently.
An ordinary and insignificant disciple actually destroyed the top genius that he had cultivated with all the sect's resources with just one sword.
At this moment, all eyes in the square shifted from Ye Chen to Zhang Yuan.
It turns out that Zhang Yuan is the real master who is hidden deep down.
“Bold!”
Just when the whole place was in dead silence, Feng Ling shouted shamelessly.
"It's just a competition between peers, and you dare to use such heavy hands!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful pressure from the peak of the Nascent Soul stage enveloped Zhang Yuan, who was still in a daze.
The pressure from the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was like an invisible mountain pressing down.
The disciples at the edge of the square had already collapsed to the ground with their legs going weak.
But what was strange was that Zhang Yuan, who was at the center of the pressure, did not feel any pressure at all.
The spiritual power that had just surged into his body allowed him to face the furious Feng Ling without any fear in his heart.
"Elder Feng."
"This senior brother attacked my unskilled brother first. I was just defending myself in a desperate situation."
Zhang Yuan bowed slightly, facing Feng Ling's murderous gaze, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
"Humph! What a self-defense counterattack!"
Feng Ling laughed in anger, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"You are just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and you dare to talk back to me!"
"court death!"
Feng Ling completely ignored his identity as a Nascent Soul Elder. With a flash of his figure, he attacked Zhang Yuan directly.
"Feng Ling, you dare!"
Yue Yunxuan was furious and roared, his figure also turned into a stream of light, trying to stop it.
But it was still a step too late.
Feng Ling attacked in anger, his speed was extremely fast, and he appeared in front of Zhang Yuan in an instant.
A palm slapped directly towards Zhang Yuan's chest.
All the disciples of Cangyue Sword Sect had their eyes bloodshot and faces full of anger.
The Yuanying elder disregarded his status and attacked a foundation-building disciple in his sect, which showed that he did not take the Cangyue Sword Sect seriously at all.
Just when Feng Ling's fatal palm was about to hit Zhang Yuan's chest, Ye Chen's figure had already blocked Zhang Yuan's way.
"boom!"
Feng Ling's palm, which contained all the rage of the peak Nascent Soul stage, hit Ye Chen's chest firmly.
The moment the palm power exploded, a visible shock wave swept across the entire mountain gate square.
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