103: Chapter 103 The Changes in Ten Thousand Swords City

After the famous sword "green peck" successfully changed hands, some of the Sword Cultivators in Ten Thousand Swords City began to depart one after another.

However, most of the Sword Cultivators chose to stay, their eyes shifting back and forth between Duanmu Yang and Xu Tianqi like hungry wolves.

These remaining Sword Cultivators knew full well that whether it was for the "green peck" sword, to avenge the fallen experts of the Xiantian Sword Sect, or to completely eradicate the remaining threat of Cangling Sword Manor, Xu Tianqi would never let Duanmu Yang leave this place alive today.

Thus, they chose to stay not only to witness the upcoming life-and-death struggle but also to find an opportunity amidst the chaos to seize the covetable "green peck" sword for themselves.

Sure enough, just as these Sword Cultivators expected, Yuan Hua on the square gave Xu Tianqi a meaningful look, as if sending some kind of signal.

Seeing this, a sinister smile immediately surfaced on Xu Tianqi's face. He strode forward like a fierce beast, heading straight for the square.

At the same time, the Disciples of the Xiantian Sword Sect swarmed in like a tide, quickly surrounding the square so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through, leaving Duanmu Yang no room to escape.

"Little bastard, weren't you very arrogant inside the void supreme treasure just now?" Xu Tianqi's face was contorted with rage as he glared at Duanmu Yang, looking as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

"You killed so many experts of my Sect and even gained the recognition of the famous sword 'green peck'."

"Unfortunately, everything you've done is merely paving the way for my Xiantian Sword Sect!" A cruel smile curled on Xu Tianqi's lips, revealing the confidence of someone who held victory in his grasp.

Duanmu Yang stood firmly in place, his posture as upright as a pine tree. Facing Xu Tianqi's cold mockery and blatant threats, he didn't show the slightest sign of backing down.

"I'll send you down right now to reunite with your dead family!" As Xu Tianqi's words echoed in the air, his Peak Grandmaster Aura erupted like a volcanic eruption.

This powerful Aura was like crashing waves, carrying endless pressure as it lunged straight at Duanmu Yang like a ferocious giant beast.

However, Duanmu Yang was not intimidated by this powerful Aura.

On the contrary, the hatred for Xu Tianqi in his heart burned like a raging fire, instantly consuming any trace of fear.

He stared intently at Xu Tianqi, the fury in his eyes seemingly wanting to burn the other man to ashes.

The moment Xu Tianqi charged like a cannonball, Duanmu Yang suddenly reached out his hands and gripped the two sharp swords on his back with lightning speed, as swift as a gale or a sudden downpour.

Duanmu Yang took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing and state. Every cell in his body was activated at this moment, and all his strength gathered in his hands.

He gripped the hilts tightly, feeling the cold metallic texture as if these two swords had become a part of his body.

Just as Duanmu Yang was fully focused on preparing for Xu Tianqi's fatal blow, several figures suddenly appeared on the square like ghosts, without any warning.

These figures were as fast as lightning, leaving no time for anyone to react.

Xu Tianqi and Duanmu Yang both paused and looked up at these sudden arrivals.

To the side, when Yuan Hua and the other three mighty experts from the Great Yu Dynasty saw one of these people, their pupils constricted simultaneously, and looks of astonishment appeared on their faces.

In the next instant, the four of them moved like lightning, quickly striding over. They approached, cupped their hands, bowed, and said in unison, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

These people who had suddenly appeared were none other than Chen Zhiwen, Zheng Chen, and the others.

Zheng Chen looked at the four people standing before him, a faint smile playing on his lips. He waved his hand and said calmly, "Seniors, there is no need for such formality. Please, rise."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Yuan Hua and the others quickly thanked him before straightening up.

At this point, a look of confusion appeared on Zheng Zongyun's face. He looked at Zheng Chen and asked, puzzled, "Chen'er, why have you suddenly appeared here?"

Zheng Chen smiled slightly and replied, "Uncle Yun, it's like this: Brother Zhiwen and I have just returned from the Great Xuan Dynasty. Passing through here, we happened to hear about the sword bestowal and thought it was quite interesting, so I brought Brother Zhiwen along to join in the excitement."

As he spoke, Zheng Chen introduced Chen Zhiwen, who was standing beside him, to Zheng Zongyun and the other three with a smile and a gentle gesture.

The four of them looked at Chen Zhiwen in unison. He was tall, dignified, and exceptionally graceful, making their eyes light up. When they learned that this elegant man was actually the Fifth Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, who had recently become famous across the entire Desolate Province, they couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise.

These four had clearly heard of Chen Zhiwen's identity; after all, he was currently at the top of the hidden dragon ranking. They all nodded to Chen Zhiwen in acknowledgment.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zheng Zongyun's heart suddenly stirred, and his gaze met Zheng Chen's.

Their gazes met in mid-air.

Zheng Chen's lips curled into a faint smile, and Zheng Zongyun seemed to guess why Zheng Chen had appeared here at this time.

Thus, he asked understandingly, "Your Highness, may I ask what brings you here so suddenly?"

Hearing this, Zheng Chen did not answer immediately but turned his gaze slightly toward Duanmu Yang.

His eyes were as calm as water, making it difficult to discern his true intentions.

Zheng Chen was silent for a moment before answering in an unruffled tone, "Actually, there's no special reason. I just want to save Duanmu Yang's life."

The moment those words were spoken, the square fell into a dead silence, and everyone's expression changed at the same time.

Yuan Hua's face was expressionless as his voice rang out coldly, "Your Highness, I'm afraid what you're doing is somewhat inappropriate."

His words carried a hint of questioning, seemingly very dissatisfied with Zheng Chen's decision.

Zheng Chen looked directly at Yuan Hua without flinching, his voice calm and firm. "Lord Yuan, as a member of the Great Yu Imperial Family, I am naturally well aware of the Great Yu Dynasty's strict prohibitions. There is no need for you to remind me here."

"This Xiantian Sword Sect, merely for a single Heaven And Earth Treasure, cruelly slaughtered everyone in Cangling Sword Manor. Such behavior is truly appalling; a Sect like this does not deserve the protection of my Great Yu Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hua's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and a cold light flashed in his eyes as if they were about to spit fire.

However, Zheng Chen ignored his reaction. He walked up to Duanmu Yang, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Brother Duanmu, I hope you've been well!"

Duanmu Yang looked at Zheng Chen with a complex expression. He never expected that his next meeting with Zheng Chen would be under such circumstances.

"Zheng Chen, this matter has nothing to do with you. You should leave here quickly," Duanmu Yang said coldly, his voice carrying a hint of resolution.

However, Zheng Chen seemed exceptionally relaxed. He shrugged casually and replied, "Brother Duanmu, why be so distant between us? As long as I am here today, absolutely no one will dare to touch a single hair on your head!"

Hearing this, Duanmu Yang couldn't help but be stunned.

He and Zheng Chen had only met once. Furthermore, during their first meeting, he had even defeated Zheng Chen and forced him to hand over the Black Tortoise formation of the Four Symbols Array.

There was no friendship between them at all; he truly didn't understand why Zheng Chen would want to save him.

Although Zheng Chen was the First Prince of the Great Yu Dynasty, such a status held no deterrent power over the people of the Xiantian Sword Sect.

Moreover, with Zheng Chen's current strength, he could at most be on par with himself. Against a Peak Grandmaster expert like Xu Tianqi, even Zheng Chen and Duanmu Yang together wouldn't be enough.

"Your Highness, this is a private grudge between my Xiantian Sword Sect and him. I hope you won't meddle in others' business," Xu Tianqi said with a darkened face, speaking bluntly to Zheng Chen while emitting a powerful pressure, trying to make Zheng Chen back down.

However, Zheng Chen was fearless. He slowly turned around, his eyes burning as he stared at Xu Tianqi, and said without backing down, "What if I insist on intervening in today's matter?"

"Then don't blame my Xiantian Sword Sect for being merciless!" Xu Tianqi roared in fury, his voice deafening, as if the entire square were trembling because of it.

Before his voice had even faded, he violently swung his arm. This wave was majestic, like a gust of wind sweeping through.

Following Xu Tianqi's action, the Xiantian Sword Sect Disciples around the square howled like a pack of hungry wolves and charged toward Duanmu Yang.

They were extremely fast, moving like lightning, their long swords flashing with a cold light and overflowing with killing intent.

Xu Tianqi himself flickered like a ghost, instantly bypassing Zheng Chen and charging straight toward Duanmu Yang to strike him down.

His speed was like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he had closed in on Duanmu Yang, his long sword drawing a sharp arc in the air, aiming directly for Duanmu Yang's vital points.

However, at this critical, life-and-death moment, an imperceptible trace of somberness flashed through Zheng Chen's eyes.

Zheng Chen's figure suddenly surged like lightning, his speed as fast as a ghost.

His figure was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, appearing before those Xiantian Sword Sect Disciples in an instant.

Zheng Chen's hands spread out like wings, and his palms were filled with the Aura of the Dao, as if they contained endless power.

This power was like a dormant volcano; though calm on the surface, it contained energy that could destroy heaven and earth.

The moment Zheng Chen's hands spread, a world-shaking great Formation appeared behind him like a scroll, slowly unfurling.

This Formation was magnificent, far surpassing the Black Tortoise Array that Duanmu Yang had previously deployed. Its scale was staggering, as if the entire world were covered by this Formation.

The moment the Formation was revealed, the winds and clouds of the entire Ten Thousand Swords City shifted abruptly. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder and lightning crashed, as if the appearance of this Formation had triggered a massive storm between heaven and earth.

Zheng Chen's face was as if covered in frost, cold and expressionless. His originally gentle temperament underwent a world-shaking change in this instant.

His whole being radiated a daunting majesty and coldness, as if he had transcended the bounds of an ordinary youth and transformed into a peerless expert who could control life and death.

In that instant, with a thought from Zheng Chen, the originally complex, profound, and obscure Formation behind him seemed to be activated by some mysterious power and began to turn slowly.

The patterns and lines within the Formation were like a colossal gear. Every minute part meshed with precision, beginning its operation in tight unison.

As the Formation slowly turned, dazzling and eye-catching divine lights erupted from it, like meteors streaking across the night sky, falling straight toward the Xiantian Sword Sect Disciples at an alarming speed.

These divine lights sped past like lightning, carrying a terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth, making people feel an involuntary fear and shudder.

Everywhere they passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making crackling sounds as if the entire world were about to be completely destroyed in this instant.

Just as Zheng Chen truly began to fight with the Xiantian Sword Sect Disciples, Zheng Zongyun and the other two mighty experts hesitated for a moment before preparing to step in and help.

However, just as they were about to act, Zheng Chen's voice suddenly rang in their ears: "There is no need for you to act."

Although the voice wasn't loud, it clearly reached the ears of Zheng Zongyun and the other two.

Hearing this, they immediately stopped in their tracks.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Xu Tianqi, wrapped in overwhelming killing intent, charged toward Duanmu Yang like a violent storm.

Just as he was about to strike Duanmu Yang, a tall figure suddenly appeared before him like a ghost.

Xu Tianqi looked closely and saw that the owner of this figure was actually Chen Zhiwen!

This Prodigy, who sat at the top of the hidden dragon ranking, was now standing quietly before him, blocking his path.

Facing Chen Zhiwen, there wasn't the slightest fear in Xu Tianqi's eyes; one could even say he didn't take him seriously at all.

In Xu Tianqi's view, no matter how Heaven-Defying a person's talent was, they could never be a match for an veteran Grandmaster like himself.

"Get out of my way!" Xu Tianqi growled, his voice exploding in the air like thunder.

He violently swung his sleeve, and a massive force swept toward Chen Zhiwen like a mountain-toppling wave.

Chen Zhiwen looked up at the incoming attack, his calm face showing no ripple of emotion as he allowed the force to strike his body!