553: Chapter 553 The hatred for killing one's husband is irreconcilable!

Meng Ziyi saw it.

Ye Chen clenched his fingers slightly, and the seven longswords suspended in mid-air turned simultaneously, their tips pointing straight at him.

The deep blue true qi attached to the blades actually turned into a pale gold the moment they turned!

And that...

Was Ye Chen's Sword Intent!

It was stronger than his! Purer! More domineering!

He even had a feeling...

That he wasn't facing a young man in his twenties, but rather the Sword God.

Exactly!

That aura of Sword Intent was clearly identical to the Sword God's!

Meng Ziyi's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Who... who on earth are you?"

Ye Chen looked at him and spoke indifferently, "Who I am, are you still not clear? I am Ye Chen, the Chief Instructor of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion of the Dragon Group."

Hearing this, Meng Ziyi shook his head frantically.

"No! I'm not asking you that!"

"I'm asking you... are you the disciple of the Sword God?"

Hearing this, Ye Chen looked bewildered. "Sword God? Who is the Sword God?"

Meng Ziyi was stunned. "You... you don't know the Sword God?"

"Do I need to know him?"

Ye Chen frowned impatiently. "Or are you simply stalling for time? Then I cannot let you have your way!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Ye Chen waved his hand.

The seven longswords hovering in mid-air shot towards Meng Ziyi like seven bolts of golden lightning!

The speed was astonishing!

Everywhere the sword light passed, the air was instantly torn apart.

Meng Ziyi's pupils shrank suddenly; he instinctively wanted to dodge, retreat, and defend.

But he discovered to his horror...

That he couldn't move at all.

It wasn't that he was imprisoned by some force, but rather that his body had been locked onto by Ye Chen's Sword Intent in that instant.

That kind of lock-on wasn't a physical restraint, but a crushing weight on a spiritual level.

It was as if a pair of invisible eyes were looking down on him from the nine heavens, seeing everything about him clearly.

No matter which way he hid or how he dodged, those seven swords would find him with precision.

A wave of unprecedented despair surged in Meng Ziyi's heart.

He was a Sword Sovereign!

He was the third-ranked Sword Dao Sovereign in the Kunlun Ruins!

He had cultivated the Way of the Sword for nearly a hundred years, comprehended Sword Intent, and mastered sword arrays. Countless experts had died by his blade, but today...

He didn't even have the qualification to fight back!!!

"I am not reconciled!"

Meng Ziyi roared to the heavens, the true qi inside him surging wildly. A deep blue light erupted from his body, forming a thick layer of protective true qi around him.

He gave it his all, burning his essence blood to forcibly raise his cultivation to the Peak Mid Golden Core Stage.

Then...

He thrust his hands forward, concentrating his life's power into his palms and slamming them towards the seven longswords!

"Boom!!!"

The golden sword light collided with the deep blue palm wind, letting out an earth-shattering explosion.

The shockwave exploded like a nuclear blast; buildings within a hundred-meter radius were overturned, and the bluestone slabs on the ground were blown into a crater several meters wide.

Dust flew and debris scattered.

The walls of the Wang Family mansion collapsed, the roof of the main hall was blown off, and tiles fell like rain.

This scene...

Simply terrified everyone around.

Holy crap!

This power was practically comparable to a small nuclear bomb, wasn't it?

As the dust and smoke gradually cleared, everyone hurriedly looked.

They saw...

Meng Ziyi standing there, trembling all over.

His moon-white robes were shredded into rags, his body covered in sword marks. Blood poured from his wounds, turning him into a bloody mess.

His hands hung limply at his sides, blood leaked from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of bewilderment and fear.

Seven longswords were all stuck in his body.

Two had pierced his shoulders, two were pinned into his thighs, and the last three...

Were hovering right against his throat!

Endless fear surged from his heart!

Meng Ziyi's legs gave way, and he fell to his knees with a thud. His face no longer held any arrogance, only a deathly gray.

"I... lost."

The Sword Sovereign admitted defeat!

He actually knelt down!

Only dazed expressions remained on everyone's faces...

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, and the three longswords hovering before Meng Ziyi's throat turned and flew back to his side.

Immediately after.

He grasped one of the swords and asked indifferently, "Now, do you still want to seek justice for the Chen Family?"

Meng Ziyi couldn't say a single word.

Say what?

Say he still wanted to?

Then the next sword would pierce his throat...

He was simply no match!

Whether in terms of realm or the comprehension of Sword Intent, they were simply not on the same level!!!

Say he didn't?

Then the reputation he had built over a hundred years in the Kunlun Ruins would be completely ruined.

Seeing his hesitation, Ye Chen couldn't help but shake his head. "A dignified Elder of the Hehuan Sect, yet you don't even have this much responsibility?"

Meng Ziyi's face turned a mixture of blue and white.

The next second.

He gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Ye Chen, today I admit defeat."

"But don't think that by defeating me, you have defeated the Hehuan Sect."

"The foundations of the Hehuan Sect are beyond your imagination."

Hearing this, Ye Chen laughed. "Oh? Are you threatening me?"

"I am not..."

"You'd better not be."

Ye Chen smiled slightly.

"I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill you."

"So you can get lost."

"But you must remember..."

His smile vanished, and his voice turned cold.

"If you continue to be stubborn and keep looking for trouble with me..."

"Then if one comes, I'll kill one."

"If two come, I'll kill a pair."

"If a group comes..."

He paused, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "I will personally go to Kunlun and exterminate your entire sect."

Meng Ziyi's face paled. "I... understand."

"Get lost!" Ye Chen waved his hand.

Meng Ziyi immediately stopped speaking and slowly climbed up from the ground.

Then.

While getting up, he pulled the swords from his body and, without looking back, limped away into the distance.

"Elder Meng!"

Wang Xiue screamed, "Elder Meng! You can't leave! What will happen to us if you leave?"

Meng Ziyi's footsteps paused, but he did not turn around.

"The Chen Family's affairs are beyond my control."

"You are on your own."

After saying that.

He continued walking forward and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Watching this.

Wang Xiue was completely stunned, her head turning mechanically to her side.

Several elders of the Chen Family were standing there.

They were all elders of the Chen Family, but at this moment, their faces were also as pale as paper, and one or two were even preparing to slip away...

"You... you're leaving too?" Wang Xiue was in despair.

The lead Chen Family elder gritted his teeth and cupped his hands. "Sorry, but even Elder Meng was no match. Staying here would just be seeking death."

Before his voice had even faded.

He prepared to lead the others away.

But the next second.

Ye Chen's indifferent voice drifted over, "Did I say you could leave?"

The footsteps of those Chen Family elders suddenly froze, and the color drained completely from their faces.

They hurriedly turned around to look at Ye Chen, their eyes full of fear.

"Mr. Ye... Mr. Ye, this matter has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, we were only following orders. It was Wang Xiue who invited us!"

"Mr. Ye, have mercy! We won't dare to do it again!"

...

The several Chen Family elders were spineless, all kneeling on the ground on the spot.

Ye Chen didn't even spare them a glance; his gaze fell on Wang Xiue. "And you? Do you still want revenge?"

Wang Xiue's eyes were as red as blood.

"Ye Chen! You killed my husband; this enmity is irreconcilable!"

"Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"

Ye Chen shrugged. "Then you should just go and die."

As soon as the words fell.

He raised the longsword in his hand, the sword glow pointing at Wang Xiue. A pale golden sword glow flowed along the blade, flickering in and out.

Wang Xiue's pupils shrank suddenly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

She wasn't afraid of death.

But she was afraid of dying like this, without even a chance for revenge.

But she also knew in her heart that today...

She wouldn't survive.

Ye Chen was about to thrust the longsword.

"Mr. Ye! Please show mercy!"

At the sound of a sharp cry, Wang Tianlong rushed forward, kneeling before Ye Chen and spreading his arms to shield Wang Xiue behind him.

Ye Chen's hand paused, and he asked coldly, "Wang Tianlong, you want to stop me?"

Kneeling on the ground, Wang Tianlong shook his head.

"Mr. Ye, I know Xiue has committed an unforgivable mistake, but she is my sister... I have no choice."

"If Mr. Ye wishes to punish someone, please punish me."

"I am willing to bear everything in her place."

Ye Chen looked down at him, expressionless.

"Wang Tianlong, she hired assassins to kill my woman."

"If I hadn't been there at the time, Yi Yue would already be dead."

"You want me to spare her?"

Wang Tianlong's lips began to tremble.

Whether he knew or not...

Wang Xiue was his biological sister from the same mother.

What could he do?

Watch helplessly as Ye Chen killed her with a single sword stroke?

Wang Tianlong closed his eyes and kowtowed heavily three times.

"Mr. Ye, I beg of you."

"As long as you spare her life, my life, Wang Tianlong's, will be yours from now on."

"I will do whatever you ask of me."

"I will go through fire and water without hesitation."