Imperial Sword Unsheathed, Identity Guessed

Is this guy an idiot?

Jiang Taichu was speechless.

He thought Li Yunyou was going to say something profound, but it was just this.

The people from the Heavenly Maiden Sacred Land looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Dude, you're only from a Saint Clan?"

The last person who bragged about being from a Saint Clan had already finished their Meng Po soup.

And he even said he could take others as disciples.

I'm really impressed.

Seeing the reactions of the crowd, Li Yunyou's brows furrowed slightly. He felt something was off.

At this point, shouldn't the normal reaction be shock?

What kind of place is the Upper Realm?

What kind of power is an Upper Realm Saint Clan?

Could the Lower Realm, in its insignificance, dare to look down on an Upper Realm Saint Clan?

Conversely, Zhao Tianlong's reaction was the most intense.

Being taken as a disciple by Li Yunyou and joining an Upper Realm Saint Clan had always been his greatest achievement.

It was also the reason he soared to prominence and had the confidence to look down on all the barbarians in the Lower Realm.

Now, what was he hearing?

His own master seemed to think highly of the young man before him and intended to take him as a disciple.

If that happened, what would he become?

What would his hard-won recognition mean?

Thinking of this, Zhao Tianlong's eyes turned red, and jealousy instantly consumed his mind.

No, he absolutely could not let this brat become his junior disciple.

No matter the cost, this brat had to die.

Perhaps noticing Zhao Tianlong's emotional shift, Chen Wen's lips curved slightly as he said leisurely, "It seems your disciple doesn't quite agree."

"Look at his face, it's completely contorted."

This son of a bitch is doing it on purpose.

Zhao Tianlong hated him so much his teeth almost shattered.

But in front of Li Yunyou, he still didn't dare to act presumptuously.

Even though he wished he could kill Chen Wen, he had to hold back.

Li Yunyou glanced at Zhao Tianlong indifferently. "His opinion doesn't matter."

"Oh, but I'm afraid I might be assassinated before I even join," Chen Wen shook his head.

"So, without him, you would become my disciple?" Li Yunyou looked at Chen Wen.

Chen Wen nodded leisurely. "You can understand it that way."

Li Yunyou hesitated for barely a moment. "Good, then starting today, he is no longer my disciple."

"Master." Zhao Tianlong's face changed drastically, and he looked at Li Yunyou in disbelief.

"Given our master-disciple relationship, get out now," Li Yunyou said coldly.

"No... Master, you can't do this, you can't do this." Zhao Tianlong's entire face turned pale.

Without Li Yunyou's backing, wouldn't all his past misdeeds turn into his own destruction?

He didn't think he, a mere Life and Death Realm cultivator, could withstand the retaliation of these people.

Thinking of this, Zhao Tianlong collapsed onto the ground, his eyes losing their focus.

Seeing this, the curve on Chen Wen's lips widened.

It was indeed interesting to toy with this master and disciple pair.

As for Zhao Tianlong, he had to die here.

"Come and perform the kowtow ritual for this King," Li Yunyou said, hands behind his back, assuming a dignified posture.

He was indeed quite satisfied with Zhao Tianlong.

But compared to Chen Wen, there was no choice at all.

Although Chen Wen's cultivation was weaker than Zhao Tianlong's, he was much younger.

Their Saint Clan didn't lack resources; they lacked true geniuses.

He hadn't expected his trip to the Lower Realm to yield such a harvest. Not bad, not bad.

Thinking of this, Li Yunyou's lips gradually curved into a smile.

But after a few breaths, the scene remained unchanged.

Chen Wen, however, looked at them like idiots, showing no signs of moving at all.

Li Yunyou's face gradually turned cold. "What do you mean?"

The people around also looked towards Chen Wen.

Clearly, they also wanted to know what Chen Wen meant.

A mocking smile played on Chen Wen's lips as he slowly spoke under everyone's gaze, "Of course, I'm playing with you, you idiot."

"Kill him, kill him for this king!"

Instantly, Li Yunyou's lungs felt like they would explode. Killing intent surged around him, his entire face contorted to the extreme.

No one had ever dared to toy with him like this.

Never.

"You mongrel, die for me."

Zhao Tianlong, who had already despaired, suddenly charged forward, his overwhelming killing intent engulfing him.

He looked like a god of slaughter charging out of hell.

At this moment, like Li Yunyou, his killing intent was boiling.

Fine, I'll test my sword on you then.

Chen Wen extended a hand, the Imperial Sword entering his grasp.

As the Imperial Sword was unsheathed, two sword beams shot up into the sky, transforming into an Imperial Dragon and an Imperial Phoenix.

The two forces merged, inseparable, forming a natural whole.

The sword energy shattered the nine heavens. The sky seemed to split open at this moment, and spatial turbulence spread in all directions.

The remaining one percent of Imperial Might instantly pressed down.

All weapons trembled and surged upwards, a truly shocking sight.

What kind of sword is this?

It's so terrifying!

Everyone watched this scene in shock, their scalps tingling and feeling suffocated.

The Imperial Sword, it's definitely the Imperial Sword.

Although he had never seen an Imperial Weapon before, considering Chen Wen's background, Jiang Taichu immediately confirmed it.

This sword...

The blade was the color of congealed blood, the hilt bore intertwined dragons and phoenixes, and the sword energy was unique.

Li Yunyou, who was also staring at the Imperial Sword, suddenly gasped.

It's definitely an Imperial Sword, absolutely.

As for whether it was a damaged one, he didn't know.

Even his family didn't possess an Imperial Weapon, not even a half-step Imperial Weapon.

Those who possessed half-step Imperial Weapons or even Imperial Weapons were not someone their Saint Clan could provoke.

Have I poked a hole in the sky?

Thinking of this, Li Yunyou's scalp tingled, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

And just then, Chen Wen moved.

As he raised his sword, the power within him surged out like a torrent, vast as the sea, terrifying and unparalleled.

Nine-colored Chaos Sequence light erupted, like a blade cutting across the sky, pulverizing the surrounding space into dust.

In an instant, Zhao Tianlong's aura was crushed into nothingness, like the light of a grain of rice completely obscured by the brilliance of the moon.

Can this power still belong to the Heavenly Human Realm?

Once again, everyone was shocked by Chen Wen.

He... he's this strong?

The most shocked was Jiang Qingren.

Originally, she thought Chen Yin was just a spoiled brat who relied on his family background to bully others.

Now, she realized she was wrong.

And she was extremely wrong.

He is the bright moon itself, why would he need to borrow the might of his family?

"This young master bestows upon you death."

Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique.

Slash!

Chen Wen's expression changed, his eyes filled with ice, his sword radiating cold intent.

He slashed down with his sword.

Light, cold and boundless, all brilliance was extinguished at this moment.

In the world, it seemed only this sword strike existed.

"You mongrel, even with the boost from a top-tier spirit sword, I, Zhao Tianlong, will not lose to you!"

After a brief daze, Zhao Tianlong's killing intent surged again, and he roared with all his might.

Immediately, he pushed his Primordial Tyrannical Slaughter Physique to its limit. Tyrannical slaughter energy surged around him, and dark red divine light erupted.

Dong!

Meeting Chen Wen's descending sword strike, Zhao Tianlong threw a fierce punch.

Heaven and earth trembled incessantly, and a colossal phantom of tyrannical slaughter was reflected between heaven and earth.

"Stop it, stop it for me!" Li Yunyou roared in shock, instinctively swatting a palm towards Zhao Tianlong.

At this point, he could only kill Zhao Tianlong.

Because if Chen Wen were injured, no one present would survive.

This was a disciple from an even more powerful force than the Saint Clan.

But Chen Wen's killing blow was faster and more decisive.

What a joke. If he's killed by you, won't my achievement be ruined?

Bang!

The sword poured down.

Zhao Tianlong's sky-reaching, colossal phantom was instantly cleaved into a bloody mist, and even his nascent Primordial Tyrannical Physique couldn't impede it in the slightest.

Rain poured down from the heavens.

Each drop struck the terrified hearts of everyone present.

The Life and Death Realm.

Just like that, it was cleaved apart with a single sword strike.

Was this even human?

Everyone felt an endless chill, flowing from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet, their entire bodies turning cold.

What kind of power could cultivate a disciple like this?

A reclusive ancient kingdom?

The First Emperor's clan?

Or the most terrifying Destiny Imperial Clan?

It's all over now, completely over.

Li Yunyou stared at the scene in a daze, his hand movements halting.

No, I can't just sit here and wait for death.

I must save myself.

Soon, Li Yunyou began to tremble, and he quickly reached into his embrace.