Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 614 - 608: Sword Contest

Chapter 614: Chapter 608: Sword Contest

"Defeat me!"

Song Qing stood in the air, his palm circulating with flames, which formed a Fire Formation. The Fire Formation revolved and thunderously crushed towards Xue Lingzi, who was tens of meters away, with unmatched might.

"Not so easily!"

After landing, Xue Lingzi swiftly slashed his palm with the Blood Blade, then suddenly pressed his palm onto the ground in front of him. Instantly, a blood arc spread out, forming a ring of blood-colored shield.

The Fire Formation struck the blood-colored shield and quickly shattered, but Xue Lingzi’s complexion also turned slightly pale—the strike just now was clearly extraordinary.

"Unexpected strength, but you still lost."

A flicker of surprise crossed Song Qing’s eyes, and then he abruptly unleashed a sword strike. This sword seemingly merged with Song Qing himself, containing powerful Sword Intent, and ferociously chopped down.

Sizzle!

The blood-colored shield was sliced open, the Sword Qi was incredibly sharp, tearing through the blood-colored shield, and then heavily bombarded Xue Lingzi, blasting him away.

Xue Lingzi was knocked back several steps, and fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"That was Human Sword Unity just now, indeed the power is impressive."

"Song Qing’s Sword Dao achievement is truly astonishing, truly worthy of the title Fire Cloud Swordsman."

"Why offend anyone but the people of the Demon Flame Valley? A single Song Qing is probably enough to sweep across the entire younger generation of the Yunlan Domain."

People discussed fervently, each expressing their own views.

"You’ve lost, kneel down and apologize."

Song Qing sheathed his sword, his gaze cold as he stared at Xue Lingzi. The opponent was quite strong, but still far from being a match for him.

"Impossible."

A fierce light flashed in Xue Lingzi’s eyes, demanding them to kneel and apologize was absolutely impossible; if pushed, he could only play his final card.

"Stubborn to the end, then I have no choice but to beat you until you kneel."

Cold light flickered in Song Qing’s eyes; he had seen many like Xue Lingzi before, no matter how tough they talked, they would end up under his feet.

"Flame Soul Slash!"

Song Qing shouted, and his crimson sword once again drew across, sending a blazing sword light violently sweeping towards Xue Lingzi.

At that moment, the space in front of Xue Lingzi rippled, and a sudden, sharp vigour tore through the air, striking the sword light and instantly distorting and shattering it.

The vigor’s essence was merely a chopstick, which fiercely embedded itself into the opposite wall.

"Who!"

Song Qing’s expression changed as he looked towards the direction from where the vigor had come, and sitting there was none other than Ye Xuan.

"Give them a break when you can, why push people too hard."

Ye Xuan remained seated in his place, looking exceptionally calm.

"Ye Xuan?"

Fei Yue recognized Ye Xuan first, then Xue Lingzi and Leng Wusheng saw Ye Xuan in turn, all showing an incredulous expression.

They remembered that originally, the space channel Ye Xuan was transported through was disrupted by the Sound Saint, making it a life-or-death situation, and they had not expected Ye Xuan to still be alive, let alone appearing here in Demon Flames City.

"Who are you to meddle in the affairs of the Demon Flame Valley?"

Song Qing couldn’t help but frown, Ye Xuan had just managed to break his move with a single chopstick, indicating significant strength. In the face of an unknown friend or foe, he still hesitated to take action.

"I? Just a nameless nobody, like them, all disciples of the Xuantian Sect," Ye Xuan said with a slight smile.

"Song Qing, leave this man to us."

At that moment, Qian Shan and more than a dozen other disciples of the Demon Flame Valley made their moves. They each displayed their unique skills and surrounded Ye Xuan.

Without another word, Ye Xuan slammed his hand on the table. All the chopsticks flew out, enhanced by his Sword Qi. Brilliant sword light filled the hall, erupting like raindrops.

The next moment!

All the windows on the first floor shattered, tables and chairs flew about, and the intense Sword Intent almost prevented people from opening their eyes. Their souls trembled, and the dozen people attacking Ye Xuan even thought they were enduring thousands of cuts. Their confidence and momentum evaporated.

Spurt!

Qian Shan and the others were covered in wounds, spitting out blood, and were sent flying one after another.

"What, just a slap on the table and he sent over a dozen people flying, Qian Shan couldn’t even withstand a single strike." In the hall, from the Fire Domain and other powerful young talents nearby, everyone’s faces changed dramatically. They were shocked by Ye Xuan’s miraculous methods.

Moreover, the power of Ye Xuan’s strike was too strong. Although it didn’t target them specifically, they all felt the terrifying sensation of having a sword pointed at their foreheads.

"Such a great master from the modest Xuantian Sect."

Song Qing’s expression also turned much more solemn. Everyone knew how fragile chopsticks were, yet Sword Qi was extremely sharp. Ye Xuan had managed to attach Sword Qi to such fragile chopsticks without diminishing its power. This technique impressed even him, and Ye Xuan’s strength truly merited his attention.

"But after all, these are disciples from my Demon Flame Valley. They have been humiliated by you repeatedly today. Don’t you think you owe us some sort of gesture?"

Although he admired Ye Xuan’s technique, Song Qing didn’t think he was inferior to Ye Xuan. There had to be a resolution today, otherwise, how could his Demon Flame Valley retain its dignity?

"In the first place, it was these people who started the trouble. Now that they have been punished, isn’t the issue already completely resolved? What gesture is still needed?" Ye Xuan replied calmly.

"It seems you’re very confident in your abilities. I see you’re also a swordsman. Why don’t we compare and see whose Sword Soul is stronger?"

As he finished speaking, Song Qing’s forehead suddenly flickered, and an astonishing Sword Intent condensed above his head, forming a transparent sword body several meters long. As the aura around Song Qing strengthened, the sword body also became increasingly solid.

"Such strong Sword Intent."

Everyone around felt a strong oppressive force, a mental oppression, as if every molecule in the air was filled with Sword Qi, giving a sensation akin to being pricked by needles.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan didn’t bother with words. He too stimulated his Sword Soul and condensed a comparable sword body above his head, just as magnificent.

"Go!"

Song Qing barked a low command, and the sword body above his head shot towards Ye Xuan, leaving a vivid trail in the air, buzzing loudly.

In response, Ye Xuan didn’t even lift an eyelid, his purely Sword Soul-powered transparent sword body also shot out.

Hiss hiss...

The two sword bodies intertwined, clashing head-on. In the middle, space itself seemed to warp slightly, emitting a sound of being overloaded.

Between them, it seemed as if they were evenly matched, indistinguishable.

"Is this all you’ve got?"

Suddenly, Ye Xuan raised his head, his lips curling slightly, and asked.

"What did you say?"

Song Qing’s pupils constricted as he expressed a look of disbelief. Could it be that Ye Xuan still had strength to spare?

"Break."

However, before Song Qing could react, Ye Xuan delivered the word "break". Ye Xuan’s transparent sword body suddenly emitted a blazing light, its momentum increasing drastically.