Chu Ge also had not expected Dan Tai Jinglian to ask for his opinion, but he did not think too much of it.
"Senior Aunt may decide for herself," he replied.
Dan Tai Jinglian shot Chu Ge a coquettish, slightly reproachful glance, then turned to Xu Xiuzhu and said, "Since the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land is interested, then agree to it."
Xu Xiuzhu departed. Not long after, from the ranks of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, a young man slowly stepped out.
Chu Ge took a closer look and immediately recognized him—it was precisely the young man who had previously shown hostility toward him.
Interesting… Could there be some kind of grudge between these two?
Chu Ge thought to himself, his interest rising noticeably.
That disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land was no weakling—mid Fourth Heaven Realm, and also the direct disciple of a great expert. His strength was certainly extraordinary.
With such an opponent, even if Ye Chen was the Son of Destiny, it would likely not be as effortless as before.
Below, on the arena.
Ye Chen was still indulging in the exhilaration of being the focus of all eyes.
After sweeping everyone aside, he felt as though the shackles that had long restrained him had been shattered.
Body and mind felt incomparably refreshed—he nearly wished to throw back his head and howl to the heavens three times, to vent all the pent-up frustration buried in his heart.
But before he could savor it for long, a streak of light tore through the air.
Ye Chen's gaze sharpened as he looked ahead.
A longsword came hurtling through the sky. In the next instant, a figure cut across the heavens, appearing beside the flying sword in the blink of an eye. The figure reached out, caught the sword, then with a series of swift movements, landed steadily upon the arena, standing proudly with sword in hand.
Ye Chen's expression became solemn—he could feel a faint yet genuine sense of pressure radiating from the other's body.
When he clearly saw the man's face, Ye Chen first froze slightly, then spoke:
"So it's you."
A playful smile appeared on Li Mingfeng's face.
"Ye Chen, right? Next, I'll be the one to play with you. I really want to see what gives you the nerve to provoke me!"
"Remember this—the one who defeats you will be Li Mingfeng of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land!"
As the words fell, Li Mingfeng's figure flashed. In an instant, he seemed to transform into a whistling, lethal sword, razor-sharp killing intent rushing straight toward Ye Chen's face.
"Hmph!"
Ye Chen naturally did not retreat. In the flicker of lightning and flint, a longsword appeared in his hand.
"Clang!"
The clash of metal rang out.
At a subtle angle, Ye Chen deflected Li Mingfeng's thrust.
"So this is the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land? Nothing special!"
A wicked curve lifted at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth as he twirled his sword in a flourish, pointing it straight at Li Mingfeng.
"Good, good, good!" Li Mingfeng laughed in extreme anger. Spiritual energy surged around his body as sharp, piercing aura enveloped his sword.
In the next moment, as Li Mingfeng slashed downward, several dazzling sword auras shot forth.
"Petty tricks!"
Ye Chen let out a long roar, stomped with force, and leapt into the air. His spiritual energy surged violently, erupting outward from within his body.
In the next instant, he transformed into an arrow loosed from the bow, charging straight toward Li Mingfeng against the oncoming sword auras.
The sword auras struck his body and only produced a series of crisp clangs—causing not the slightest injury!
"Clang!"
Ye Chen's sword was blocked by Li Mingfeng, but Li Mingfeng's expression changed drastically as he was violently shaken backward by the immense force transmitted through the blade, unable to stop himself from retreating!
"Is this all the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land's disciples amount to?!"
Ye Chen pressed his advantage without mercy, closing in. His longsword danced—sometimes chopping, sometimes slashing, sometimes thrusting, sometimes lifting.
Li Mingfeng, the proud elite of a Sacred Land, was actually forced onto the defensive, retreating continuously to stabilize his stance, falling into a one-sided beating.
"Get lost!"