Ye Chen watched them arguing until their faces turned red, and he felt secretly amused.
"Everyone, please don't be so anxious. Why don't you decide the winner first, and then discuss with me who owns this sword?"
His words made the atmosphere between the various sects even more tense.
Just as the various sects were arguing and the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, the monk from the Vajra Temple, who was very thoughtful, suddenly came to his senses.
"Everyone, don't fall for this kid's tricks! He clearly wants us to kill each other so he can reap the benefits!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. The atmosphere fell into a brief silence as everyone was thinking about countermeasures.
Jian Wufeng was also thinking at this moment: Ye Chen’s forceful approach will definitely not work, so he can only change his strategy.
"My fellow Daoist, you don't know something!"
Jian Wufeng sighed with deep sorrow, as if he was telling about something extremely heavy.
"This Jinghong Sword is a relic of the Heavenly Emperor. It carries the heavy responsibility of protecting the Canglan Continent. It is definitely not something that can be monopolized by one person or one faction!"
He spoke righteously, as if Ye Chen's possession of the sword was an unforgivable crime.
The other sect disciples also reacted after hearing Jian Wufeng's words.
They knew Jian Wufeng's intention and began to persuade Ye Chen.
"Fellow Daoist, can you bear to see the lives of the people of Canglan Continent destroyed?"
The monks of Vajra Temple also began to recite scriptures, trying to influence Ye Chen with Buddhist teachings.
"Yes, fellow Daoist, you are still young, and I'm afraid you can't fully control such a magical weapon."
An elder from the Wan Du Sect also stood up and tried to persuade them earnestly.
"If the sword falls into the hands of evil, the consequences will be disastrous!"
Ye Chen looked at them talking to each other, as if he were an unforgivable sinner, and couldn't help but find it funny.
They wanted to use morality to kidnap Ye Chen.
Who is Ye Chen? How could he not see through their tricks?
As for these hypocritical people, Ye Chen has no morals at all, so how could he be kidnapped by morality?
Ye Chen has always believed that as long as he has no morals, he will not be kidnapped by morality.
As for the Jinghong Sword, it has already recognized Ye Chen as its master. If he cannot control it, no one else can.
Even if he gave them the Jinghong Sword now, they would not be able to withstand the imperial power emanating from the Jinghong Sword.
"What the seniors said makes sense. I am grateful for your advice."
Ye Chen had a harmless smile on his face and spoke sincerely.
Seeing that Ye Chen seemed to have listened, everyone showed a relieved smile on their faces, thinking that Ye Chen was about to hand over the sword with great righteousness.
"In that case, how about we all keep this sword together?"
Jian Wufeng said impatiently, fearing that Ye Chen would go back on his word.
"Joint custody?"
Ye Chen pretended to be surprised and asked, "But, there is only one sword. How can we keep it together?"
"this……"
Everyone was speechless. They just wanted to trick the sword from Ye Chen first, but they hadn't figured out how to divide it.
"How about this!"
A sly smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips.
"To be fair, why don't we have a fight first? Whoever wins gets the sword. How about that?"
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in confusion. Although they were greedy, the sword was still in Ye Chen's hands, and no one dared to be the first to take action.
"Why? You seniors are all from reputable and upright sects. Don't you dare to accept the challenge?"
Seeing that they were silent, Ye Chen deliberately provoked them.
"Boy, don't be so arrogant!"
Jian Wufeng was angered by Ye Chen's words. As a disciple of the Tianjian Sect's master, when had he ever been looked down upon like this?
"Today, our Heavenly Sword Sect will uphold justice and eradicate this evil demon of yours! Let's go together and kill him first."
Jian Wufeng roared angrily and drew his sword to stab Ye Chen.
Everyone responded and drew their swords to attack Ye Chen.
"Do justice for the heavens? Are you worthy enough?"
Ye Chen sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He flashed and appeared in front of Jian Wufeng in an instant, slapping him on the chest.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Jian Wufeng's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth and dying.
"What?!"
Seeing this, the people who were preparing to besiege Ye Chen were suddenly shocked and stopped attacking.
They never expected that Ye Chen's strength was so terrifying that he could severely injure Jian Wufeng with just one move.
The one who can become the chief disciple of Tianjian Sect is no ordinary genius.
Only the best among the younger generation have the opportunity to be selected as the chief disciple.
Jian Wufeng is the best among the chief disciples of Tianjian Sect, and he couldn't even withstand a single move from Ye Chen.
Some monks began to back off.
"Just because you are such a bunch of idiots, you dare to covet the Jinghong Sword?"
Ye Chen glanced at everyone with cold eyes, his tone full of disdain.
"Since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"
As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, his figure disappeared again.
Since these people want to kill me, there is no need for them to live.
The next moment, he appeared in the crowd, like a tiger among a flock of sheep, and started killing.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Screams and sounds of bones breaking rang out one after another. Ye Chen attacked ruthlessly and without mercy. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were killed by him.
Killing people and stealing treasures is common in the world of immortal cultivation. As long as you are not strong enough, you will be at the mercy of others.
These people came here to seize the Emperor Sword.
Even if Ye Chen gave them the Emperor Sword, they would kill Ye Chen to prevent the news from leaking.
Ye Chen naturally would not be lenient towards these people.
“This… How is this possible?!”
The rest of the people were completely frightened by Ye Chen's strength. Only then did they realize what a terrifying existence they had provoked.
"Run! Run!"
Someone shouted, and everyone immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.
"Want to escape? Too late!"
Ye Chen sneered, and his figure turned into a series of afterimages, chasing after the fleeing monks and killing them one by one.
In less than an incense stick of time, the valley was filled with corpses and a strong smell of blood.
Ye Chen clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant.
Those who kill will be killed. If they want to kill people and steal treasures, they must be prepared to be killed.
He walked to the corpses, looted all their Qiankun bags and magic weapons, and then left the valley with satisfaction.
"A bunch of idiots, trying to use morality to blackmail me? Don't you even look at what kind of people you are?"
Ye Chen muttered to himself as he walked, with a mocking smile on his face.
Ye Chen hummed a little tune all the way and walked leisurely in the mountains and forests.
As he walked, he played with a Qiankun bag, which he had looted from Jian Wufeng.
"Tsk tsk, as expected of the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he is indeed wealthy."
Ye Chen probed his spiritual sense into the Qiankun bag, and looking at the bag full of spirit stones, pills and magic weapons, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
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