73: Chapter 73 Master, don't be afraid, I'll suppress this broken sword.

The wild wind howled, and malevolent energy filled the sky.

Above the Demon Suppressing Abyss, the ancient demon sword "burning stillness," which had just broken its seal, was currently hovering in mid-air, emitting a series of tooth-grating hums.

Countless phantom images of vengeful spirits and ghosts surrounded its blade, as if wondering why this tiny human before it dared to point a finger at it.

And opposite it.

Xu Chen held Ye Qingwu's incredibly soft, slender waist with one hand, while casually pointing at the demon sword with the other.

"You... are you crazy?!"

Ye Qingwu finally snapped out of her brief daze.

Looking at that handsome face so close to her own, what welled up in her heart wasn't the gratitude of being saved, but endless panic.

This was burning stillness!

It was a peerless weapon of slaughter that even she, a Saint in her prime, could not suppress and was almost backlashed by! Although Xu Chen had some tricks, he was only a Dao Severing King. Facing a malevolent object of this level, how was it any different from seeking death?

"Let go, quickly!"

Ignoring the injuries inside her body, Ye Qingwu desperately tried to push Xu Chen away.

"While it hasn't fully awakened yet, leave quickly! Take Waner and go!"

"I am the Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect; this is my tribulation. I cannot involve you!"

Her voice was anxious and shrill, her eyes red. Although this bad guy had just disturbed her Dao heart and spoken flippantly to her, she absolutely did not want to see him die here.

Especially... dying to save her.

"Leave?"

Xu Chen didn't budge. Instead, his arm tightened further, firmly pressing this usually high-and-mighty, beautiful master into his embrace.

He lowered his head, looking at Ye Qingwu's face, which was slightly pale from fear, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"Master, for you to drive me away at a time like this, isn't that being a bit too distant?"

"As the saying goes, a teacher for a day, a... cough, you know what for a lifetime."

"Besides, I have a certain quirk."

Xu Chen turned his head, his gaze instantly becoming as cold as a blade, staring directly at the demon sword that was currently gathering power.

"I hate it most when others disturb my mood."

"Especially this kind of scrap metal that looks ugly and sounds terrible."

"Scrap... scrap metal?!"

In the distance, Jian Wuchen and the others almost fell out of the sky when they heard this.

That was an ancient demon sword!

The records left by the ancestors stated that when this sword was born, it had tasted the blood of three Saints. It was a top-tier killing weapon! In Xu Chen's mouth, how did it become scrap?

"Roar—!!!"

burning stillness clearly understood Xu Chen's insult.

As a demonic weapon with intelligence, it possessed extremely strong self-esteem.

A tyrannical roar erupted from the blade. In that instant, the phantom images of vengeful spirits filling the sky shrieked in unison, transforming into a visible black soundwave that swept toward Xu Chen and Ye Qingwu.

Space shattered inch by inch under this soundwave.

"Watch out! It's the 'Ten Thousand Soul Demonic Sound'! Guard your mind!"

Jian Wuchen shouted in despair. This was an indiscriminate attack targeting the soul; even a Saint would become an idiot if they were slightly careless!

Ye Qingwu's expression changed drastically. Subconsciously, she wanted to burn her origin to forcibly prop up a Protective Divine Light to help Xu Chen block this strike.

"Don't move."

A warm, large hand suddenly pressed onto her shoulder, instantly suppressing the restless spiritual energy within her.

"A woman should stand behind a man."

Xu Chen said indifferently.

Then, he took a step forward, shielding Ye Qingwu.

Facing that terrifying demonic sound capable of tearing the soul apart, he didn't summon any defensive treasures, nor did he even activate a spiritual energy shield.

He simply puffed out his chest, and the long-dormant "Hongmeng Creation Origin" within his body vibrated slightly.

Buzz!

A purple-gold halo diffused from his body.

The moment that terrifying black demonic sound touched this purple-gold halo, it was like snow meeting a blazing sun, instantly dissolving without a trace.

Even the phantom images of those vengeful spirits shrieked in terror when they touched the edge of the halo, fleeing frantically as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Immune to all laws!

All evils retreat!

This was the dominance of the Hongmeng Body. Before the primal power of the world's origin, all evils were mere children.

"This... how is this possible?"

Standing behind Xu Chen, Ye Qingwu stared blankly at that broad back.

She had already prepared for her soul to be injured, but... she was just fine like this?

Not even a corner of her clothes was disturbed?

"Is this the special constitution you mentioned?"

In her mind, the words Xu Chen had said in the room earlier couldn't help but surface. So... he wasn't lying? This constitution was truly so heaven-defying?

"Roar?!"

burning stillness was also stunned.

It had roamed the ancient times; what kind of powerful humans had it not seen? But this was the first time it had encountered such a freak who completely ignored its mental attack!

Rage instantly replaced confusion.

Since mental attacks were ineffective, then use absolute power to crush him!

"Clang!"

The demon sword vibrated, and the endless malevolent energy instantly condensed into substance, transforming into a thousand-foot-long black sword light. Atop the sword light, the Destruction Law swirled, carrying the power to sever everything as it slashed down toward Xu Chen's head.

This single strike was enough to split a mountain range!

"It's over..."

The elders of the Sword Sect closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the upcoming scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

However.

Beneath the sword's edge, Xu Chen's expression remained calm.

Looking at the menacing demon sword, a flash of disdain crossed his eyes.

"Playing with swords?"

"Playing with swords in front of me, have you asked for my permission?"

Xu Chen slowly raised his right hand.

In an instant.

The small "Supreme Sword Heart" sword within his sea of consciousness suddenly erupted with brilliant light.

An indescribable, extremely noble sword intent soared into the sky from his body.

If the burning stillness demon sword was a tyrant from hell, filled with slaughter and destruction.

Then the current Xu Chen was a Sword Emperor seated in the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings and controlling all laws.

"I said."

Xu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire Demon Suppressing Abyss, even drowning out the roar of the demon sword.

"Kneel."

Those same two words again.

Exactly the same as when he dealt with Nangong Waner yesterday.

But this time, the power was incomparable.

As Xu Chen's voice fell, the void behind him seemed to crack open, and countless invisible sword shadows emerged. These were the sword laws drifting in the world, and now they all obeyed his command, suppressing the demon sword.

Boom!

The thousand-foot-long black sword light was forcibly crushed by an invisible hand three zhang above Xu Chen's head.

Immediately after.

That overbearing burning stillness demon sword seemed to have been grabbed by the throat, letting out an extremely unpleasant screeching sound.

It wanted to resist, it wanted to struggle.

But the suppressive force from the "Supreme Sword Heart" was a level-based suppression originating from the source of the Dao of the sword.

It was like a subject meeting a king; even if the king held no military power, that bloodline suppression carved into its bones made it unable to swing the next sword.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

The demon sword trembled violently, its blade bending and sinking bit by bit in mid-air.

Although it tried its best to maintain its dignity, under Xu Chen's cold gaze, it finally couldn't hold on.

"Clang!"

Its originally high-held tip drooped heavily, and the blade even withdrew all its malevolent energy, hovering before Xu Chen like a scolded mutt, shivering.

This scene was ten thousand times more shocking than the one with Nangong Waner yesterday.

Because this time, the one kneeling was an ancient demonic weapon that had killed Saints!

The entire field was dead silent.

Only the sound of the wind was whistling.

Standing behind Xu Chen, Ye Qingwu's beautiful eyes were wide and round, her small mouth slightly agape, completely forgetting to close it.

Looking at this man's back, a stormy wave surged in her heart.

Is he still human?

Not only did he ignore the demonic sound, but he also scared off the demon sword with a single look?

At this moment, Xu Chen's figure grew infinitely tall in her eyes, even overlapping with the omnipotent Grandmaster in her memories... No, even more overbearing than the Grandmaster!

"How is it, Master?"

Just as Ye Qingwu was in a daze, Xu Chen suddenly turned around. The overbearing expression on his face instantly vanished, replaced by that familiar, slightly fawning, mischievous smile.

"Was your disciple's 'Demon Suppressing Form' move cool or what?"

"Did it make your heart... flutter just a little bit?"

Ye Qingwu snapped back to her senses. Looking at this smiling face so close to her own, her heart skipped a beat uncharacteristically.

She wanted to put on a stern face and scold him for being reckless, but when the words reached her lips, they turned into a soft:

"Smooth talker..."