Invincible Soul Emperor

Chapter 680: Chapter 680: Defeated

At that moment, Wu Chang was panting heavily. The move he had just used was a Divine Level Cultivation Technique, and he had poured most of the Energy in his body into it. Yet even so, it had been blocked by Ye Qingchen!

This guy! Why is he so freakishly strong?!

Ye Qingchen walked up to him, a smile still gracing his face. "Saint Heir Wu Chang, although you are a Saint Heir with extraordinary resources at your disposal, sometimes, you shouldn’t be too arrogant!"

Wu Chang bellowed angrily, "Ye Qingchen! You only blocked two of my moves! What’s there to be proud of? I’m not dead yet!"

Wu Chang remained stubbornly defiant. He was now very aware that Ye Qingchen’s strength was extraordinary and might even surpass his own. But why did the Ye Qingchen he saw possess only the third layer of the Martial Emperor Realm?

I’ve lost so much face in front of everyone. How can I possibly regain it?!

Although Ye Qingchen appeared nonchalant, he had actually used up a great deal of his Energy, and the consumption was significant. He had to admit, the Saint Heir of the Wuji Immortal Palace really had some skill. The punch Wu Chang had thrown with nearly all his might had taken a lot of effort for him to resist.

But this is exactly what I wanted! Elder Chen said I needed to deplete my Energy to force out a portion of the toxins!

Looking at the gasping Wu Chang, Ye Qingchen deliberately provoked him again. "Saint Heir, oh Saint Heir, tell me, if I were to defeat you, would your Wuji Immortal Palace consider letting me take over?

"Ah, but don’t worry. If I do become the Saint Heir, I’ll be sure to hang a portrait of you, the former Saint Heir, in the Holy Son’s Palace. That way, no one will ever forget you!"

Ye Qingchen’s words, dripping with provocation, caused Wu Chang’s already red face to turn crimson.

"Fine! Fine! Fine! Ye Qingchen! I refuse to believe I can’t kill you!"

Wu Chang roared. Pale blue Scale Armor appeared on his right arm.

"ROAR!"

With a tiger’s roar, Wu Chang’s fists flew, one after the other. He was incredibly fast, and with every punch, an afterimage lingered in the air. Each fist crashed onto the platform with a thunderous boom, covering the entire stage in a dense web of cracks.

Ye Qingchen narrowed his eyes as he watched Wu Chang, his gaze flickering with icy killing intent.

"Good! I hope you can maintain this state!"

Having said this, Ye Qingchen stomped fiercely on the ground. A deep pit immediately appeared where he stood, and his body shot out like an arrow loosed from its bowstring. In the blink of an eye, he was at Wu Chang’s side.

"HA!"

A sharp cry escaped Ye Qingchen’s mouth. His right leg traced a perfect arc in the air, sweeping across Wu Chang’s stomach with lightning speed. Wu Chang had no chance to dodge, and Ye Qingchen’s knee slammed hard into his abdomen.

However, Wu Chang gritted his teeth and withstood the blow.

"Break for me!"

Wu Chang raised his hand, and countless Water Blades suddenly materialized in the sky. Although these Water Blades were formed from the Water Element, they were exceptionally sharp. They attacked from all directions, aiming to envelop Ye Qingchen completely.

"Ye Qingchen, you won’t be able to escape!" Wu Chang laughed wildly, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

These Water Blades were a Divine Level move he had newly comprehended. He had already mastered seventy percent of their power and believed that with his strength, he could completely slay Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen’s expression turned serious as he watched Wu Chang, not saying a single word. By now, he had also used more than half of his own Energy. Facing Wu Chang’s desperate, all-or-nothing attack with a Divine Level Cultivation Technique, he had to be extremely cautious.

Ye Qingchen’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp light flashing deep within them.

Wu Chang’s attacks grew increasingly ferocious, bordering on suicidal. Each of his strikes forced Ye Qingchen back, keeping him constantly on the defensive.

"Hahaha... Ye Qingchen, it seems your strength is still far too inferior!" Wu Chang burst into loud laughter upon seeing Ye Qingchen’s seemingly pathetic state.

Ye Qingchen scoffed disdainfully. "You think you’re superior to me? Haha, do you really think you can win with tactics like these?"

As he spoke, a longsword appeared in his hand. The Spiritual Energy in his body flowed ceaselessly into it, imbuing the blade with a green luster. It shone with a brilliance like that of a purple meteor.

"What are you doing?" Wu Chang felt an ominous premonition rise in his heart as he stared at the longsword in Ye Qingchen’s hand.

"Nothing much. I just want to let you know that I’m confident I can defeat you now!"

With that, Ye Qingchen swung the longsword, transforming it into a purple streak of light that slashed towards Wu Chang. His swordsmanship was incredibly fast, as graceful as drifting clouds and flowing water.

Upon seeing the strike, Wu Chang couldn’t help but frown.

How can a sword be so fast?

He hurriedly circulated his True Qi and clenched his fists, attempting to block the attack.

Ye Qingchen’s sword strikes continued with undiminished momentum, one after another, and the brilliant sword light completely enveloped Wu Chang’s figure. He was utterly suppressed, with no chance to counterattack.

Damn it! I can’t delay any longer! I can’t let him keep attacking! If this continues, I’ll truly end up as a soul claimed by his sword!

At this time, the three elders on the stage also sensed that something was amiss.

"No way! It looks like our Saint Heir is about to be defeated!" the Second Elder remarked, clearly enjoying the show as he pointed at the stage. "I told you to bet on Ye Qingchen! This turned out to be a huge upset!"

The Second Elder’s words made the Great Elder and the Third Elder frown in displeasure.

"How can you still be worried about those bets at a time like this!" the Third Elder chided the Second Elder with great disappointment.

The Second Elder shrugged. "Oh, come on, Third Elder. The Saint Heir isn’t a child anymore. He has to pay a price for his actions. How else will he learn his lesson?"

The Third Elder flung his sleeves fiercely. "Second Elder, you’re truly a hopeless case! Is this the time to discuss learning lessons? This matter concerns not just the Saint Heir himself, but also the reputation of our Wuji Immortal Palace! You should know that while most of the spectators are from our sect, there are also a few foreigners here. If word of this gets out, what face will the Wuji Immortal Palace have left!"

The Second Elder retorted, somewhat angered, "Oh, so now you’re concerned about losing face? When the Saint Heir insisted on challenging that guy, why didn’t you mention anything about disgrace then?"

"Enough! Both of you, shut up!" the Great Elder bellowed, slamming the table as he glared back at them.

The two of them could only fall silent.