552: Chapter 552 The Sword Arrives!

Ye Chen withdrew his fist and spoke indifferently, "Probably!"

Meng Ziyi's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

Probably?

What kind of answer was that?

If it is, it is; if it isn't, it isn't. What did he mean by "probably"?

Ye Chen looked at him and smiled. "What? Don't believe me? Then let's go again."

Before the words even faded, he stomped his foot and took the initiative to attack.

His figure vanished from the spot.

Meng Ziyi's pupils constricted suddenly. He instinctively crossed his arms in front of his chest as the True Qi in his body surged wildly, forming a deep blue protective True Qi barrier around him.

*Bang!*

Ye Chen's fist smashed against the protective True Qi.

So much so that...

The protective True Qi vibrated violently, its deep blue light flickering like a bronze gong struck by a giant hammer.

Meng Ziyi's arms went numb from the shock, and he retreated several steps once more.

Ye Chen gave him no room to breathe.

The second punch was already smashing down.

*Bang!*

Third punch.

*Bang!*

Fourth punch.

*Bang!*

Punch after punch, fast as lightning and dense as a rainstorm.

Every punch landed on the exact same spot with terrifying precision.

Meng Ziyi's protective True Qi vibrated continuously under the bombardment of fists, as cracks began to appear one after another.

His expression shifted from gloomy to pale, and then from pale to a livid ashen.

He realized he couldn't block it at all.

Because...

Ye Chen's punches grew heavier with each strike, the power stacking layer upon layer like endless ocean waves, each one higher than the last.

"Layered Wave Strength!"

Meng Ziyi finally recognized this fist technique, a look of horror flashing in his eyes.

Layered Wave Strength—an ancient fist technique!

But it was rumored to have been lost long ago. How could it appear in the hands of a young man in his twenties?

But there was no time to think.

Ye Chen's fifth punch had already arrived.

*Bang!!!*

The protective True Qi shattered with a bang, its deep blue fragments scattering in all directions.

Meng Ziyi's body was sent flying back by the impact. He tumbled twice in the air before slamming heavily onto the ground, sliding several meters and plowing a deep furrow into the earth.

He struggled to get up, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His moon-white robes were covered in dust and gravel, and his hair was disheveled. He no longer looked like a transcendent immortal.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Wang Xiue was completely stupefied.

Elder Meng was defeated?

How was this possible?

Ye Chen withdrew his fist and looked at Meng Ziyi as he climbed up, speaking indifferently.

"I once heard that there are a total of Five Clans, Eight Sects, and Thirteen Gates in the Kunlun Ruins."

"Your Hehuan Sect should be one of the Eight Sects, right?"

"I thought an elder of the Eight Sects would be more impressive!"

Meng Ziyi's face turned the color of pig liver, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently.

Humiliation.

Endless humiliation.

He was an elder of the Hehuan Sect, a powerhouse at the Mid Golden Core Stage, and held a place of status in the entire Kunlun Ruins.

Yet today, before a young man from the Secular World, he had been beaten so badly he couldn't fight back, like a stray dog.

Meng Ziyi stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth, and glared at Ye Chen with eyes full of resentment and rage.

"Ye Chen, where did you learn the Layered Wave Strength?"

Ye Chen said indifferently, "Where I learned it is none of your damn business. What you should care about right now is your own life!"

Meng Ziyi shook his head and suddenly started laughing, his laughter tinged with madness.

"Regardless of where you got it, I want it!"

That's right!

He was determined to have it!

If he could obtain the Layered Wave Strength and apply it to his sword...

Probably no one would be able to match him!

Even the high-and-mighty Sword God would have to kneel before him!

He suddenly made a beckoning gesture and shouted harshly, "Sword, come!"

*Buzz—*

A clear, resonant sword hum pierced through the air from the distance.

Behind Meng Ziyi, the swords at the waists of several Chen Family experts trembled violently at the same time, as if summoned by an invisible force, and flew out of their scabbards one after another.

One.

Two.

Three.

...

A total of seven longswords sliced through the sky, flying above Meng Ziyi's head and hovering there.

With tips pointing down and hilts up, the seven swords slowly rotated around Meng Ziyi, forming a circular sword formation.

A layer of deep blue True Qi clung to the blade of each sword, the sword light flickering as they emitted a humming sound.

Meng Ziyi formed a hand seal, and the tips of the seven swords simultaneously turned to point at Ye Chen.

The Sword Intent was awe-inspiring!

Meng Ziyi stood in the center of the sword formation, his moon-white robes fluttering loudly, as the madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a cold killing intent.

"Ye Chen, this is my strongest killing move."

"Sword Intent!"

As his voice fell, the seven swords vibrated simultaneously, and the deep blue light on the blades flared intensely, casting flickering shadows across the sky.

The people around them cried out in alarm.

"Heavens! Is this the legendary Sword Intent?"

"Seven swords! Controlling seven swords at once! What kind of divine technique is this?"

"It's over, it's over. Ye Chen is dead for sure this time!"

...

The members of the Wang Family turned pale, their legs going weak as they instinctively retreated.

Standing to the side, the hatred in Wang Xiue's eyes turned into wild joy, her expression distorted and excited.

"Hahaha! Ye Chen! Keep being arrogant! Let's see you be arrogant now!"

"Do you know what Elder Meng is called in the Kunlun Ruins?"

"Sword Venerable!"

"Second only to the Sword Saint and the Sword God!"

"What kind of thing are you? You think you're worthy of criticizing him?"

Ye Chen scanned the surroundings and couldn't help but laugh.

"The Sword Intent is not bad, but it's a bit lacking in refinement."

"And this can be called a Sword Venerable? It's nothing special!"

The entire field was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

Good grief!

Did they hear that right?

Ye Chen actually said the Sword Venerable was nothing special?

One must know...

Sword Intent isn't something that just anyone can comprehend just because they want to!

Some people can be invincible under the heavens and still might not comprehend it!

But once it is comprehended...

Everything changes completely.

It's like while others are alone, you are two people fighting one.

It's just that one of those people is a sword!

This is the terror of Sword Intent!!!

Meng Ziyi's face darkened completely, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

"You're looking for death!"

He shouted harshly and slammed his hands downward.

"Sword Formation, Fall!"

The seven longswords whistled through the air simultaneously, turning into seven streaks of deep blue light that shot toward Ye Chen from different angles!

Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart...

The bluestone slabs on the ground were plowed into deep furrows by the sword wind, sending gravel flying.

Seven swords, seven directions—they blocked all of Ye Chen's paths of retreat.

Meng Ziyi had practiced this sword formation for a full sixty years.

No fewer than twenty experts had died under this sword formation.

Among them were powerhouses at the Early Golden Core Stage and masters at the Mid Golden Core Stage!

He didn't believe Ye Chen could block it.

Suddenly!

*Buzz—*

The seven longswords arrived through the air, their deep blue sword light enveloping Ye Chen.

However.

Just as the sword tips were still three feet away from Ye Chen's body, a bizarre scene occurred...

All seven swords stopped at once!

As if gripped by an invisible hand, they hung in mid-air, their blades vibrating violently and letting out low wails of mourning, yet unable to advance another inch.

Meng Ziyi's pupils constricted suddenly.

"What's going on?"

He shouted harshly, his hand seals changing as he frantically pushed the True Qi in his body, attempting to regain control of the seven swords.

But those swords seemed to have completely cut off their connection with him; no matter how he urged them, they remained motionless.

Hanging in the air, neither advancing nor retreating.

They just stopped there awkwardly.

Everyone around was dumbfounded.

"This... what's happening? Why aren't Elder Meng's swords moving?"

"Could it be that Elder Meng is intentionally holding back?"

"Holding back? Didn't you see that Elder Meng's face has turned green?"

...

Meng Ziyi's face had indeed turned green.

No, it was a livid ashen.

Once Sword Intent was activated, the seven swords were connected to his mind; even if they were a hundred miles away, he could recall them with a single thought.

But now?

The swords were right in front of him, yet he couldn't feel any connection at all.

It was as if...

They had been forcibly severed.

A storm of shock surged in Meng Ziyi's heart, and his expression changed from anger to shock, and then from shock to fear.

Ye Chen stood in the center of the sword formation, the seven longswords hovering around him with their tips pointed at him, yet completely motionless.

But he looked up at Meng Ziyi and smiled.

"I said you were nothing special, yet you didn't believe me?"

Meng Ziyi's face changed completely. "Is it you playing tricks?"

Ye Chen's smile deepened.

"You guessed right."

Meng Ziyi's pupils constricted. "Impossible! How could you possibly know Sword Intent?"

That's right!

Only Sword Intent can counter Sword Intent!

He had been immersed in the Way of the Sword for so many years and had only barely grasped the basics of Sword Intent, yet he had become the world's third-ranked Sword Dao Venerable!

But what about Ye Chen?

How could a young man in his twenties also have comprehended Sword Intent?

And...

It wasn't just ordinary Sword Intent.

Because he couldn't feel even a trace of Sword Intent on Ye Chen...

Suddenly!

Meng Ziyi's breathing suddenly hitched.

He suddenly remembered a legend.

Legend has it that there are people born with Natural Sword Bones, destined for the Way of the Sword from birth.

For such people, comprehending Sword Intent is as natural as breathing.

No bitter cultivation, no sudden enlightenment, and no need to even consciously learn it.

Sword Intent is etched into their very bones.

Meng Ziyi had always thought it was just a legend.

But now, he was seeing it with his own eyes...

Ye Chen was definitely one of those with a Natural Sword Bone!!!

Seeing the shifting expressions on his face, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I know many things, not just Sword Intent. Do you want to try them?"

"However..."

"The prerequisite is that you can catch my sword."

As soon as he finished speaking...

He raised his hand slightly, fingers spread, and aimed them at Meng Ziyi.

Meng Ziyi's body suddenly stiffened.

He discovered with horror that his connection with the seven longswords was completely severed.

It wasn't interference or blocking, but a forceful severance by a higher power.

It was just like...

A toy in a child's hand being snatched away by an adult.

That sense of powerlessness caused Meng Ziyi's heart to sink to rock bottom.

However, this was not the end of the fear, but the beginning...