341: Chapter 341 The True Intent of the Sword!

Ye Chen still hadn't made a move.

He merely used a strange footwork, shifting left and right, his figure flickering unpredictably.

Every one of those seventeen blade lights grazed past his body, yet not a single one even touched the corner of his clothes!

Mo Wu's expression finally changed.

After finishing the seventeen slashes, he sheathed his blade and stood still, staring at the unscathed young man ten meters away, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You... how could you possibly dodge my Seventeen Slashes of Ink Rain???"

Ye Chen stood where he was, his breathing not even slightly disturbed.

He tilted his head, a puzzled expression appearing on his face.

"Why wouldn't I be able to dodge them?"

"Your blade is simply too slow."

Slow?

Mo Wu's eyes widened; he almost thought he had misheard.

His blade was slow?

He had been in the Celestial Master Realm for ten years and had painstakingly cultivated his blade techniques for twenty.

His blade struck like lightning!

His blade fell like thunder!

Within the same realm, he had never met an equal!

But now, a green youth in his early twenties actually said his blade was slow?

Veins bulged on Mo Wu's forehead, and his hand gripping the hilt trembled slightly.

"Kid, stop playing tricks here!"

"If you're so capable, then make a move!"

"What kind of skill is just dodging around???"

Hearing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh.

That smile carried a hint of helplessness and a touch of pity.

"Make a move?"

"With your blade technique, are you even worthy of me making a move?"

Mo Wu's face turned ashen; he was so angry that he started laughing.

"Good, good, good!"

"I'll see just how long you can keep dodging!"

He took a deep breath.

Then.

He gripped the blade with his right hand.

And formed a hand seal with his left.

The aura around him surged abruptly!

A terrifying aura emanated from within his body!

The aura was bone-chillingly cold and carried a thick scent of blood, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hells!

Miao Renfeng's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out.

"Master, be careful! That's the Chen Family's secret technique... the Blood Fiend Soul-Slaying Blade!"

"It's said that this technique uses one's own essence blood as a catalyst to forcibly enhance the power of blade intent!"

"Once a slash is made, the blade intent strikes directly at the soul!"

"Even if the physical body is unharmed, the soul will be severely wounded!"

Hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Ye Chen's eyes.

"How interesting."

Mo Wu sneered, a morbid flush appearing on his face.

"Kid, you should be proud that you've forced me to use this technique!"

"Next..."

"Die!!!"

The moment he finished speaking, his right hand swung out violently!

The Ink Blade flew out of his hand, carving a bloody trajectory through the air!

The trajectory twisted and spiraled like a hideous blood-colored viper, lunging at Ye Chen to bite him!

Even before the blade arrived, the soul-slaying blade intent had already descended!

The fifteen Heaven Realm experts clutched their heads and screamed, rolling on the ground in agony!

Miao Renfeng's face turned even paler as blood seeped from his orifices, and he desperately retreated!

Only Ye Chen remained standing where he was.

He looked at the whistling blood-colored blade light and gently shook his head.

"You don't understand the blade at all."

The voice was soft, but it reached Mo Wu's ears with perfect clarity.

The hideous grin on Mo Wu's face froze.

In the next second.

Ye Chen raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and made a gentle grasping motion toward the blood-colored blade light.

"Boom!!!"

A surge of boundless, peerless true qi erupted from within his body!

The true qi felt tangible, transforming into an invisible giant hand that snatched at the air!

The blood-colored blade light, carrying monstrous killing intent, was firmly gripped by the invisible giant hand, unable to move!

Mo Wu's pupils constricted!

He desperately urged the Ink Blade, trying to break free from that invisible hand!

But the Ink Blade was like an insect trapped in amber, completely motionless!

"This... this is impossible!!!"

He cried out in shock, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

Ye Chen looked at him, that harmless-looking smile still on his face.

"I told you, you don't understand the blade at all."

"The blade represents dominance."

"In your blade, there is no intent of dominance, only malevolence."

"No matter how heavy the malevolence, it's nothing more than a bluff."

"A true blade should be like this..."

He gently clenched his right hand.

"Crack!"

The blood-colored blade light, along with the Ink Blade itself, shattered instantly!

The Ink Blade broke into over a dozen pieces, falling from the air and embedding themselves in the ground.

Mo Wu spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled backward, his face as pale as paper.

The Ink Blade was his lifebound artifact, nurtured with his essence blood for twenty years and linked to his very life!

With the Ink Blade shattered, his mind was wounded, and his cultivation was damaged by at least thirty percent!

He looked up, and the arrogance and disdain in his eyes were gone.

Only boundless fear remained.

"You... who exactly are you?"

"To be able to break my blade intent at such a young age!!!"

Ye Chen withdrew his hand and walked toward him.

"My name is Ye Chen."

"The Chief Instructor of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion."

"Didn't you already know that?"

"As for why I could break it, haven't I already told you?"

"Are you stupid, or do you truly not understand?"

Mo Wu's expression turned completely sour.

It wasn't just sour; it was the kind of humiliation one feels after being stripped of their undergarments in public, slapped, and then trampled on.

He had cultivated blade intent for twenty years and considered himself a master of the blade, if not at the absolute peak.

Yet this young man in his early twenties actually said he didn't understand the blade?

And even claimed he only had malevolence and no intent of dominance?

Mo Wu clutched his chest and glared at Ye Chen, his eyes filled with venom.

"You... you say I don't understand the blade?"

"Then why don't you tell me, what exactly is true blade intent?"

Ye Chen stopped, looked down at him, and still wore that harmless-looking smile.

"You want to see?"

Mo Wu stiffened his neck. "So what if I do? You're just a kid in your early twenties. No matter how strong you are, could you possibly understand the blade better than I do?"

He didn't believe it.

He wouldn't believe it even if it killed him.

Blade intent was something built through the accumulation of years and the insights ground out from countless swings.

Even if a young man in his early twenties had started practicing in the womb, how much accumulation could he possibly have?

Breaking the Blood Fiend Soul-Slaying Blade just now must have been due to realm suppression, not actual skill in the way of the blade!

Ye Chen looked at his stubborn expression and gave a light chuckle.

"Fine."

"Then I'll show you what true blade intent really is."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.

Then.

He spoke softly.

"Blade, come."

The moment the words left his lips.

"Buzz—"

A low hum of blades echoed from all directions at once!

Mo Wu was stunned.

The fifteen Heaven Realm experts lying on the ground were also stunned.

Miao Renfeng's eyes widened even further as he watched the scene in disbelief.

He saw.

The sabers dropped by the fifteen Heaven Realm experts and the fragments of Mo Wu's Ink Blade scattered on the ground...

...actually began to tremble!

The blades hummed and vibrated!

Cold light flickered on the edges!

It was as if they had been awakened by an invisible force and were responding to a call!

In the next second.

Over a dozen blades rose from the ground simultaneously!

They hovered in mid-air, their tips all pointing at Mo Wu, slowly rotating to form a massive ring of blades!

The moonlight fell, reflecting a cold light off the blades that turned the entire riverbank a ghostly white!

Mo Wu's pupils contracted instantly!

He felt it!

That blade intent emanating from Ye Chen!

Boundless!

Vast!

Immeasurable!

The blade intent felt tangible, enveloping his entire being and rendering him unable to move!

His proud blade intent was as insignificant as a small boat in the middle of a vast ocean compared to this!

And Ye Chen...

...was that boundless ocean!

Mo Wu's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He had cultivated blade intent for twenty years and considered himself a master.

But only at this moment did he truly understand—

—what on earth had he been practicing for those twenty years?

Ye Chen looked at the vivid expression on his face and gently shook his head.

"Watch closely."

"This is what blade intent is."

He lowered his raised hand slightly.

The blades hovering in the air moved in unison!

No fancy moves!

No complex variations!

Only the simplest... slash!

"Swish!!!"

Blade light fell like a waterfall!

Blade shadows wove like a net!

The blades slashed down simultaneously, cutting off all of Mo Wu's paths of retreat!

Mo Wu's pupils shrank as he tried his best to dodge to the side!

"Slash—"

A blade grazed his cheek, slicing off a piece of flesh!

Before he could even scream, the second blade arrived!

"Slash!"

A deep, bone-exposing gash was opened on his left shoulder!

"Slash!"

Right leg!

"Slash!"

Back!

"Slash slash slash slash slash—"

Blade light fell in a chaotic rain!

Mo Wu tried his hardest to dodge, but the blades were as if they had eyes; no matter how he moved, he couldn't escape!

One blade!

Two blades!

Three blades!

Ten blades!

With every strike, another wound appeared on his body!

Blood sprayed everywhere!

His flesh was torn open!

Mo Wu screamed and rolled, as pathetic as a stray dog!

The fifteen Heaven Realm experts lying on the ground were scared out of their wits as they watched.

Looking at the young man standing in the moonlight and the blades dancing like living things, only one thought remained in their minds—

—Is he even human?

Is this power a human can truly master?

Miao Renfeng's legs gave out, and he slumped onto the ground.

He knew his master was strong.

But he never knew his master was strong to this extent!

Blade intent!

Blade intent of this level!

Even those old monsters who had lived for centuries in the Kunlun Ruins probably weren't much better than this, right?

After an unknown amount of time.

Ye Chen clenched his raised hand.

The dozens of blades stopped in unison.

Then.

As if they had lost their support, they clattered to the ground.

Mo Wu lay on the ground, covered in blood and wounds.

He struggled to lift his head and look at Ye Chen, the venom in his eyes completely gone.

Ye Chen looked down at him and spoke indifferently.

"Do you understand now?"