"Brat! How dare you insult the Xu Family like this!"
"Arrogant!"
"Kill him!"
These proud Xu Family members could not tolerate such a disgraceful insult!
With a furious shout, the remaining four figures truly drew their swords simultaneously, transformed into four streaks of light, attacking Chen Ye from different directions!
After all, humans are not as heartless as plants and can feel passion.
With their minds clouded by rage, they disregarded the consequences.
Although shocked by Chen Ye’s power, the four were confident that they could crush this ignorant Spirit Plant Cultivator completely!
"Perfect!"
Chen Ye was not frightened but rather delighted, letting out a loud laugh!
He stomped heavily, activating the Cloud Chasing Step, secretly using the Eight Trigrams Mirror for protection, charging directly towards the Cultivator coming head-on!
"Courting death!"
Seeing that Chen Ye did not defend himself, the Cultivator, filled with wild joy, poured Spiritual Power madly into his sword blade, swearing to cut this man down with a single strike!
"Buzz!"
A flash of mirror light appeared briefly in front of Chen Ye’s chest, and the Cultivator felt as though his Magic Sword plunged into the depths of the sea, only for a dark Iron Sword to arrive right in front of him!
He could not even discern the trajectory of the black Iron Sword; he felt as if his chest was struck by a heavy hammer, and the overwhelming force crushed his Protective Spiritual Light completely!
"Pfft—!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the distant mountain wall at even greater speed, instantly losing consciousness!
"Damn!"
The other three Cultivators attacking from the sides and rear tightened their hearts upon seeing this!
With determined expressions, they were about to strike while Chen Ye was occupied and defenseless.
"Tsk tsk..."
Without even glancing at the Cultivator sent flying, Chen Ye’s body did not turn, but his mind moved!
"Clang—!"
With a light ringing, several dozen strands of Geng Metal Qi burst forth like a rain of gold, sweeping towards the Cultivator on the left!
At the same time, a white light shot out from Chen Ye’s sleeve like a flash of lightning!
It was the Flying Light Sword!
The Flying Light Sword drew an arc through the air, targeting the Cultivator on the right.
Multi-tasking!
The powerful Divine Sense cultivated by the Seven Luminaries Soul Nourishing Technique allowed Chen Ye to control two entirely different Techniques and Magical Artifacts simultaneously.
"What?!"
The Cultivator shrouded by the Geng Metal Qi saw only a golden light before him, countless sharp energies sealing off all avenues of retreat from every direction!
He changed color with shock, desperately summoning a Spirit Shield, struggling to hold on.
But that Geng Metal Qi seemed endless, with the sound of tiny collisions ringing out, making him feel his hands splitting, his Protective Spiritual Light rapidly dimming before his eyes!
On the other side, the Cultivator locked onto by the Flying Light Sword had no time to react!
In a rush, he managed only to place his Magic Sword across his chest.
"Clang—!"
With a loud crash!
His Upper Grade Magic Sword was cut into two sections in one blow by the shining Flying Sword!
Then, the Flying Light Sword, without losing momentum, turned its hilt and struck into his chest fiercely.
"Pfft—!"
The Cultivator seemed struck by lightning, spit out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed weakly to the ground!
In an instant, two were defeated! Only one remained.
The Cultivator sneaking from behind Chen Ye saw his companions defeated instantly, his heart filled with dread!
Yet his sword was already at Chen Ye’s back, inevitable!
"Die!" The Cultivator’s face turned sinister, ignoring everything else to drive his sword strike.
Spiritual Light flashed in Chen Ye’s eyes.
An invisible wave quietly expanded.
He used his formidable Divine Sense to strike at the sneaking Cultivator’s Divine Soul!
The already distraught Cultivator suffered a massive shock to his head, his Divine Soul trembling wildly, his vision darkened, and his movements slowed in half a beat.
When experts trade blows, victory and defeat are decided in an instant!
Chen Ye quickly countered with a sword, striking lightly with the black Iron Sword against his Dantian!
"Pfft—!"
The Cultivator seemed struck by lightning, spitting blood, flying away like a dead dog, losing his fighting power.
It took only a few breaths.
Four of the Xu Family’s proud elites were all defeated.
"Steward Chen... what swift methods!" Duan Lin exclaimed in astonishment.
He saw some clues.
The Xu Family Cultivators were not weak; rather, Chen Ye’s actions were as fast as lightning.
His seemingly reckless frontal attack was a strategy to end the battle quickly, avoiding encirclement.
Then multitasking with fierce techniques, overwhelming the other two.
The outcome was settled, with the last one being insignificant.
In just a few breaths, the four Cultivators were already defeated before showing all their skills.
Mao Qingzhu also nodded to herself, feeling bewildered.
She saw deeper—the use of magic and the Flying Sword by Brother Ye had reached a state of perfection, considered supreme!
This was a crushing victory in terms of Realm! Even the current True Inheritors of Lingyin Sect might not comprehend magic as well as Brother Ye.
"I... owe Brother Ye an apology."
Mao Qingzhu felt an extreme remorse in her heart.
"If I hadn’t entrusted Qing Jun to him back then, wasting eight years of his time, Brother Ye might have already established his Foundation, becoming a legendary figure in Yan Kingdom..."
Born into ordinary circumstances, with a humble family background, Brother Ye fought to enter the path of cultivation, mastering Spirit Plant Techniques, which was no easy feat.
Just as he was poised to ascend, she entrusted the care of a little girl to him.
Yet Brother Ye’s kind nature led him to already have a young disciple, the pressure doubled for a cultivator newly entering the path, hindering his cultivation!
Thinking about this, Mao Qingzhu’s eyes glistened with tears.
Even so, Brother Ye preferred facing barriers in his cultivation, refusing to abandon his two disciples, how commendable!
Chen Ye ended the battle, calling back the Flying Light Sword, looking at everyone:
"Taoist Friend Xu, now, can we have a proper conversation?"
Xu Qingsong’s face alternated between blue and white, his lips moved, unable to speak.