Invincible Soul Emperor

Chapter 678: Chapter 678: Play a Game

At this moment, Saint Heir Wu Chang had already walked to the edge of the arena stage.

For this competition, not only had the disciples of Wuji Immortal Palace arrived, but even its elders were present, including the Third Elder who had previously given Ye Qingchen a hard time.

On the elevated platform, the Third Elder addressed the Great and Second Elders with a broad smile. "What a lively day! To think some blind foreigner actually wants to challenge our Saint Heir, tsk tsk tsk."

The Great Elder, seated at the front, spoke slowly. "Third Elder, if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t it our Saint Heir who issued the challenge to this foreigner?"

That one sentence left the Third Elder speechless.

He coughed lightly. "Is that so? Perhaps I remembered it wrong! In any case, our Saint Heir is so powerful that defeating a foreigner is no challenge at all! Great Elder, Second Elder, the outcome of this match is so obvious that there was really no need for us to come!"

The Great Elder remained silent for a moment before speaking again. "How could there be no need to come? If he were just an ordinary foreigner, why would our Saint Heir bother issuing a challenge in the first place?" He paused, then added, "I think there’s more to this boy than meets the eye."

Having been contradicted again, the Third Elder’s face instantly darkened. "Ahem, Great Elder, you do have a point! But are you saying you don’t have confidence in our Saint Heir?" he asked, deliberately trying to set a trap for him.

The Great Elder turned his head and said indifferently, "It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Wu Chang in action. I might as well see what level he’s reached."

The Third Elder fell silent once more.

Beside them, the Second Elder said with a cheerful laugh, "Oh, dear, why are you two so serious? I see many of our Wuji Immortal Palace disciples are placing bets. Why don’t you join in the fun?"

As he spoke, the Second Elder produced two boxes. One was labeled ’Ye Qingchen’ and the other ’Wu Chang’.

Without a second thought, the Third Elder took out a pouch of treasures and tossed it into Wu Chang’s box. The Great Elder watched for a moment before also taking out a pouch of treasures and dropping it into Wu Chang’s box.

Seeing that both had made their choice, the Second Elder smacked his lips. "Great Elder, Third Elder, isn’t it a bit unfair for you both to bet on Wu Chang? Well, fine. In that case, I’ll put my money on Ye Qingchen!"

With that, the Second Elder took out his own pouch of treasures and tossed it into Ye Qingchen’s box.

The Third Elder immediately scoffed. "How ridiculous, Second Elder. If you didn’t want those treasures, you could have given them to the disciples. Why waste them like this?"

The Second Elder shrugged. "What if Ye Qingchen wins?"

With a mysterious smile, the Second Elder turned and walked away.

The arena competition had now begun. Wu Chang, having just finished his warm-up, stepped onto the stage. Seeing this, Ye Qingchen also walked up slowly.

"Hahaha, Ye Qingchen, tell me, if you die, how long will Xiao Xiao grieve for you?" Wu Chang provoked as Ye Qingchen walked onto the stage.

Ye Qingchen chuckled softly. "I don’t know how long Xiao Xiao will grieve if I die. But I know for sure that if *you* die, she won’t grieve at all."

Wu Chang’s expression turned black in an instant. "Ye Qingchen, you’re at death’s door and still running your mouth! Fine! If you insist on acting this way, then don’t blame me for what comes next!"

Ye Qingchen simply raised his hand in a gesture, inviting him to begin. "Saint Heir, I hope you use your full strength. Otherwise, people might say that I, a foreigner, am bullying your Wuji Immortal Palace."

His voice wasn’t loud, but many in the crowd below heard him clearly. The disciples of Wuji Immortal Palace immediately erupted.

"This kid is too arrogant! Saint Heir, destroy him!"

"Yeah! How dare he say something like that! Once our Saint Heir makes a move, this guy will definitely be on his knees begging for mercy!"

"Hahaha, I can already picture him crying and begging our Saint Heir!"

"Saint Heir, even if he begs for mercy, you can’t let him off!"

"That’s right! Destroy him! Destroy him!"

As the crowd jeered below, Wu Chang smiled smugly on the stage. "See that? They won’t be satisfied unless you’re dead! But don’t worry. For Xiao Xiao’s sake, after you die, I’ll leave you with an intact corpse!"

Ye Qingchen didn’t reply, only nodding. "Alright, you’ve dawdled long enough. When do we begin?"

"Since you’re in such a hurry to die, I’ll grant your wish! Let’s begin!"

As soon as Wu Chang’s voice fell, the war drums on the stage thundered. The sky overhead grew dark and gloomy, and in an instant, the atmosphere became tense.

BOOM!

Wu Chang raised his hand, and astonishingly, rain began to fall from the sky. Wu Chang was a master of the Water Element and was most skilled at wielding Water Energy. Ye Qingchen settled into a fighting stance, quietly watching his opponent.

In the next moment, Wu Chang’s body blurred into motion.

WHOOSH! A torrent of water surged from the rain-slicked stage, forming a massive vortex in the air. Immediately after, Wu Chang’s figure vanished from sight.

BOOM... BOOM... BOOM...

A world-shaking roar echoed from afar. A peak from a distant, cloud-piercing mountain range was brutally slammed downward by Wu Chang’s power, causing the very land to tremble.

CRACK! CRACK! Fissures split open across the ground as a ferocious energy erupted from beneath the earth, sweeping over everything within a radius of hundreds of miles.

BANG!

Another violent impact sounded from the distance.

BOOM... BOOM... BOOM... A series of thunderous bangs rolled in as Wu Chang’s figure reappeared.

Ye Qingchen narrowed his eyes, looking at Wu Chang. "You’ve got some skill to be able to wield the Water Element to such a degree."

It seems fighting this guy was absolutely the right decision!

Wu Chang looked back at Ye Qingchen, the corners of his lips curling into a slight smirk. His fingers twitched, and streams of water gathered in his palm, coalescing to form a sharp Ice Blade.

Ye Qingchen’s brow lifted slightly. Showing no fear, he charged forward. His speed was incredible, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wu Chang.

SWOOSH!

Wu Chang’s Ice Blade thrust toward Ye Qingchen’s chest, radiating waves of biting cold that washed over him. With a slight flick of his wrist, Ye Qingchen summoned thick vines that shot out and coiled around the Ice Blade.

PFFT!

The Ice Blade pierced into the vines with a crisp sound. The vines immediately withered, broke apart, and drifted to the ground as dust.

Wu Chang snorted coldly. With a flick of his wrist, the Ice Blade sliced through the air, once again stabbing toward Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen raised his wrist slightly, and a single, powerful vine shot out.

BANG!

The Ice Blade in Wu Chang’s hand instantly shattered, and at the same moment, Ye Qingchen’s vine also disintegrated.

"How is this possible!?" Wu Chang’s expression sank. His Ice Blade was a pure manifestation of the Water Element; it should have instantly frozen a living plant like that! How could Ye Qingchen block the attack with just a vine?