574: Chapter 574 You, have you reached the divine level in swordsmanship?

Wherever the sword light passed, the ground was plowed into a deep trench, gravel splattered everywhere, and dust filled the air.

It was so fast that everyone's eyes could not keep up; the tip of the sword had already reached Ye Chen's chest.

Then... it stopped.

The tip of the sword stopped just one centimeter from Ye Chen's heart.

It did not advance, nor did it retreat.

The silvery-white light on the sword flickered wildly, the blade trembled violently, emitting a buzzing, mournful cry.

It was as if it were struggling, and yet also as if it were terrified.

No matter how Liu Shenfeng urged it, it could not advance even half an inch further.

"This... what is going on?"

"Why did Senior Liu stop?"

"He didn't stop, look at Senior Liu's expression!"

...

Everyone's gaze shifted in unison toward Liu Shenfeng.

They saw.

Liu Shenfeng stood in place, his right hand extended in a sword finger gesture, his face flushed red, the veins on his forehead bulging, and true energy surging wildly throughout his entire body.

He was urging the flying sword.

Urging it with all his might.

But that flying sword seemed to have taken root, hovering in front of Ye Chen's chest, completely motionless.

Liu Shenfeng's complexion changed from flushed red to pale, and then from pale to livid.

His eyes gradually filled with terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Impossible..."

"This is impossible!"

He roared, raising his left hand as well, pointing both his sword fingers forward, and poured his inner true energy into the flying sword recklessly.

The flying sword trembled even more violently, the light on its blade flickering wildly, emitting a shrill, buzzing sound.

But still... it remained motionless.

The people around finally realized what was happening.

It wasn't that Liu Shenfeng didn't want to continue, but that his sword... simply could not pierce forward.

A disciple of the Tianyi Sect swallowed hard and asked cautiously: "Is... is Ye Chen blocking it with true energy?"

An older disciple beside him shook his head, his face deathly pale.

"It doesn't look like it."

"If it were blocked by true energy, there should be fluctuations of true energy on the blade, but look..."

He raised his hand and pointed at the flying sword, "There are no traces of any external true energy on the blade; it stopped there on its own."

"Stopped on its own? How can a sword stop on its own?"

"Unless..."

The disciple's pupils contracted sharply, his voice changing pitch, "Unless the sword is afraid!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience was shocked.

The sword is afraid?

How could a sword possibly be afraid?

It is nothing but a piece of iron, a dead object, a tool held in someone's hand!

But if it wasn't fear, how could one explain this bizarre scene before them?

Everyone's gaze shifted back to Bai Yujing.

Among everyone present, in terms of cultivation and knowledge, Bai Yujing was the highest.

If anyone could explain this scene, it must be him.

Bai Yujing stood in place, the expression on his face having completely changed.

From the initial arrogance, to the later solemnity, and now to... horror.

He had seen countless geniuses and monsters, and had seen countless bizarre methods.

But this scene today, he had never seen before.

Sword Intent.

This was a suppression at the level of Sword Intent.

It was not a suppression of cultivation, nor a confrontation of true energy, but something of a higher level.

Liu Shenfeng's Sword Intent, in front of Ye Chen, was like a child wielding a wooden stick rushing toward a fully armed warrior.

It was not that it didn't want to fight.

It was that it didn't dare to fight.

A sword also has a spirit.

Especially a natal flying sword that had been nurtured by a Sword Saint for decades; it had long since developed a faint sword spirit.

Although the sword spirit was ignorant, it could sense danger.

It sensed the terrifying Sword Intent on Ye Chen, and sensed the world-destroying power contained within that Sword Intent.

Therefore, it dared not continue.

Just like a rabbit seeing a fierce tiger, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

That was fear carved into the bones, the instinctive submission of the weak to the strong.

Bai Yujing took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"It is not that Liu Shenfeng is unwilling, nor is it that it was blocked by the energy within Ye Chen's body."

He paused, then said, enunciating each word clearly.

"But rather, the sword..."

"Dares not continue forward."

Bai Yujing's voice was not loud, but every word was like a nail, ruthlessly driven into the ears of everyone present.

The entire audience was shocked.

After a deathly silence, there was an overwhelming sound of gasping.

"The... the sword dares not pierce down?"

"How is this possible? A sword is a dead object, how can it have fear?"

"What do you know? A natal flying sword nurtured by a true master of the Sword Dao has a sword spirit. Although the sword spirit is faint, it can sense danger!"

"You mean... that Ye Chen didn't even use a sword, and yet he made Senior Liu's sword afraid?"

"Not just afraid, it's submission! Like a mouse seeing a cat, a rabbit seeing an eagle, it's the suppression of the inferior by the superior!"

"My god... just what kind of monster is that Ye Chen?"

...

The discussions rose one after another.

Everyone's face was filled with shock.

Several disciples of the Tianyi Sect had faces as pale as paper, their legs shaking like chaff.

They finally understood...

Why Elder Zhou Xuanji was slapped away with a single blow.

It wasn't that Elder Zhou was too weak, it was that Ye Chen was too strong, strong to the point of exceeding their range of understanding.

Ignoring the entire scene, Ye Chen spoke indifferently.

"Sword Saint?"

"Is this all the level you have?"

"I thought you were much more impressive."

Liu Shenfeng's complexion changed from livid to dark purple.

"This old man has painstakingly cultivated the Sword Dao for sixty years, comprehended Sword Intent, and achieved the unity of man and sword, only one step away from the legendary Heavenly Sword!"

"How could this old man's sword be afraid of a brat like you who is still wet behind the ears?"

His eyes were blood-red, the veins on his forehead bulging, and he looked like a wild beast gone mad.

The next second.

He bit his tongue tip fiercely and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto his sword fingers.

The essence blood turned into a cloud of blood mist and fused into the flying sword.

The silvery-white flying sword hovering in front of Ye Chen's chest trembled violently, the light on the blade changing from silvery-white to blood-red, emitting a shrill buzzing sound, as if it were enduring tremendous pain.

Liu Shenfeng was forcibly urging the flying sword using his own life soul!

"For me... pierce through!"

He roared, pushing his sword fingers forward violently, and poured his inner true energy into the flying sword recklessly.

The flying sword trembled even more violently, the blood-red light on the blade flickering wildly.

Then.

The flying sword advanced an inch.

The tip of the sword pierced through Ye Chen's clothing and pressed against his skin.

A flash of wild joy crossed Liu Shenfeng's eyes.

However.

The next second.

The flying sword seemed to be suddenly gripped by something, and it shook violently.

Then.

It changed direction.

The tip of the sword turned from aiming at Ye Chen's heart to aiming at Liu Shenfeng.

Liu Shenfeng's pupils contracted sharply, and the wild joy on his face instantly froze.

"What..."

Before he could finish speaking.

The flying sword had already turned into a streak of blood-colored light, shooting toward him at a speed faster than when it had come!

Liu Shenfeng's expression changed drastically; he subconsciously wanted to dodge and wanted to cut off the connection with the flying sword.

But he discovered with horror...

The connection between him and the flying sword was severed.

It was not interfered with, not blocked, but... it had directly escaped his control and was turning back to kill him!

That's right!

It was the sword spirit intending to kill him in return!

Because the sword spirit was afraid of Ye Chen, it wanted to kill him!!!

He panicked!

He was truly panicked!

But the sword light had already arrived as fast as lightning, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

"No—"

He screamed, trying his best to dodge, but the flying sword had already pierced into his right shoulder.

Blood sprayed.

The flying sword pierced through his shoulder, carrying his body backward as it flew, pinning him to a container a dozen meters behind him.

The dignified Sword Saint Liu Shenfeng was just like that, pinned to the container by his own sword!

Everyone was stunned!

Liu Shenfeng wanted to resist, but he couldn't, his eyes filled with panic and fear.

"Impossible!"

"How could my sword... kill me?"

He muttered to himself, his voice full of despair.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Everyone was so scared by this scene that they couldn't speak.

The Sword Saint Liu Shenfeng being pinned to a container by his own natal flying sword—this was even more outrageous and shocking than Ye Chen slapping Zhou Xuanji away.

Because.

Ye Chen hadn't even made a move.

This also meant that Ye Chen's Sword Intent not only crushed Liu Shenfeng's Sword Intent, but could even scare the opponent's Sword Intent into... rebelling!

What kind of move was this?

What kind of realm was this?

No one knew.

Even the knowledgeable Bai Yujing had a face full of wariness at this moment.

"Ye Chen, you..."

"Have you attained godhood in the Sword Dao???"