I Have A Qi Fortune Altar.
Chapter 407 - 407 348 Demon Blade vs Pure Yang Sword

Chapter 407: Chapter 348: Demon Blade vs Pure Yang Sword! (Request for Monthly Ticket at the Beginning of the Month) Chapter 407: Chapter 348: Demon Blade vs Pure Yang Sword! (Request for Monthly Ticket at the Beginning of the Month) Chen Yuan was already familiar with the name.

Bai Changqing stood up, glanced at Zhao Hao on the ground, and turned his gaze to Chen Yuan, saying softly:

“Bai Changqing of Shushan, at your service, Green Envoy Chen.”

“You have yet to answer my question.”

“Zhao Hao has deep connections with a senior of my Shushan, and I am unaware of how he offended the Green Envoy, but I wish to save his life,” Bai Changqing said with a slight nod.

“The one he offended is not me, but the imperial law; you… cannot save him.”

Chen Yuan and Bai Changqing locked eyes, neither avoiding the other’s gaze.

The other’s reputation was indeed formidable, but he was not one to be trifled with either.

If it had been a minor affair, maybe the other party could have saved Zhao Hao at some cost, but this was no small matter. Apart from Jiang He, Chen Yuan himself had reasons he could not overlook to kill.

Without the killing, where would Qi Fortune come?

Where would the opportunity lie?

Finding someone with Qi Fortune was not easy; how could he possibly let him go?

To Chen Yuan, Bai Changqing and Shangguan Yu, though somewhat competent, did not emit a green glow, suggesting that possessing Qi Fortune was indeed mysterious,

and not something you could have simply by being strong or exceptionally talented.

Chen Yuan’s voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. Even facing Bai Changqing, he showed no sign of backing down, causing the light in Shangguan Yu’s eyes beside him to glow ever brighter.

If Bai Changqing had not stepped forward, he would have found any excuse to spar with Chen Yuan, to test the mettle of this so-called Demon Blade, to see if he was as godly as the rumors suggested.

Defeating Zhao Hao earlier did not count; even he could easily kill that man.

The gap between those in the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List and those not was colossal.

Bai Changqing frowned slightly as he said solemnly:

“Does the Green Envoy truly wish to kill him?”

“Any defiant person must die!”

Despair flashed in Zhao Hao on the ground, who hastily said:

“Brother Bai… *cough*… this man must be sent by Jiang He. I hope you can save my life for the sake of Elder Li.”

Realizing Chen Yuan was resolute in killing him, Zhao Hao no longer hid anything, revealing Elder Li’s identity and even the motive behind Chen Yuan’s intent to kill him.

He was certain he had neither old grudges nor recent quarrels with Chen Yuan, besides a few provoking words recently, and there was no other involvement between them.

But the other party’s determination to kill him was intense, clearly on the orders from Jiang He.

“Can’t Golden Envoy Jiang let go of the years-old grievance?”

Clearly, Bai Changqing had some understanding of Zhao Hao’s background.

To this, Chen Yuan simply said:

“I do not wish to explain anything, nor is there any need to explain to you. Today, Zhao Hao must die by my hand, no one can change that. If you do not wish to interfere, step aside,

but if you wish to interfere, then you may fight me!”

The cold voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

Ever since guessing Bai Changqing’s identity earlier, he knew the man was likely to intervene, for he had already heard from Jiang He that the person protecting Zhao Hao was an elder from Shushan.

Since it involved Bai Changqing, his stepping in was only natural.

Moreover, Chen Yuan did not fear him, in fact, he was quite eager to fight. Ever since he entered the twentieth spot on the Hidden Dragon List without having fought anyone in the top ten, he had been curious about those geniuses.

Bai Changqing nodded:

“So be it. I have long heard of the Green Envoy’s name. Why don’t we settle his fate with a duel? If Bai wins, Green Envoy, you will spare his life, and we shall overlook this matter,

but if the Green Envoy wins, Bai will withdraw.”

Chen Yuan scoffed, leaping up from the giant ship and standing in midair, not responding to Bai Changqing’s proposal. No matter the outcome today, Zhao Hao had to die.

Even if it required other means, he was prepared to go to any lengths.

Seeing that Chen Yuan did not respond, Bai Changqing thought he had accepted the terms and likewise said nothing more, his figure blurring as he too hovered over the Guangling River.

The two stood about a hundred meters apart, their auras clashing incrementally.

Hidden Dragon List Seventh vs. Hidden Dragon List Sixth.

This was undoubtedly big news.

Most importantly, neither had yet to lose in their respective echelons; Shangguan Yu watched them with hands behind his back, eyes intense.

Apart from a few who had old ties with Zhao Hao, no one else paid him much attention.

Naturally, his chances of sneaking away were nil. Though no one watched him, someone was sure to be keeping an eye on him. Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief and inwardly prayed that Bai Changqing could kill the damned Chen Yuan.

More and more martial artists gathered by the riverside, and the previously scattered civilians began to converge again, eager to witness this battle between the top tens of the Hidden Dragon List.

Would the seventh surpass the sixth and change ranks, or would the sixth maintain his undefeated streak and stop Chen Yuan, this dark horse?

Many people, including Shangguan Yu, were curious about Chen Yuan’s strength because his rise had been meteoric; with each update of the Hidden Dragon List, he had advanced significantly.

Thus, opinions about his strength were mixed in Jianghu: some said he possessed a peerless nature, which allowed such swift progress; others believed he was adept at concealing his true power,

possessing extraordinary strength but choosing not to show off.

Otherwise, why had he never challenged any genius on the Hidden Dragon List?

“Please!”

Bai Changqing nodded slightly, the scabbard on his back chiming as the sword slid into his hand, over three feet long and completely translucent,