The person on the road is like jade, the young master unparalleled in the world!
For some reason.
Looking at this young man, the same sentence appeared in the minds of everyone present.
In terms of glory and status, everyone in the venue was from the Hong Family's upper echelons, esteemed figures in Cyan Cloud City. Wherever they went, they were the center of attention, guests of honor!
However.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue seemed to be suppressed by him alone.
As if!
The one who entered was not a young man, but a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, a world-class beast!
"Ye Qing!"
Ye Qingchen looked at the pale-faced girl, and although her complexion was pale, she had not suffered any injuries, he finally couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
He finally arrived in time!
But then!
Upon seeing Hong Ren gripping Ye Qing's wrist tightly, his expression suddenly turned cold.
No one could covet his sister!
"Who is he?" someone murmured.
"Such nerve, daring to kill in public? And during Young Master Hong's wedding!"
Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, many people's pupils contracted sharply.
"Humph, no matter who he is! To dare cause trouble during the Hong Family's wedding, he's dead meat even if he's the Celestial Emperor!" said a wealthy merchant holding an Ivory Folding Fan, coldly laughing.
The merchant speaking was named Ning Xuan.
A member of a renowned family in Cyan Cloud City.
Once these words were uttered, everyone in the venue came to their senses.
Indeed!
The Hong Family!
One of the five major families!
Their influence in Cyan Cloud City could be said to be all-encompassing, nurturing numerous martial artists. There were even rumors that their backing was immense, a branch of a prominent family from the Capital City.
Thus, even other major families in Cyan Cloud City dared not provoke the Hong Family easily!
But now!
Someone dared to charge into the Hong Family!
"Here they come!" Ning Xuan folded his Ivory Fan with a half-smile, saying, "This kid is dead!"
Sure enough.
As his voice rang out, a fully-equipped team of guards emerged, striding forward. Each person in this team carried a daunting presence, clearly those who lived by the edge of the blade!
The person at the forefront moved with a tiger's stride, eyes sharp as lightning. Like a tiger surveilling sheep, a wolf eyeing prey! On him lingered a scent of blood that seemed impossible to wash away!
Wherever they went.
Everyone in the venue was captivated by their presence.
"Who is this? Such terrifying aura!" Many guests, mostly ordinary people, trembled with chattering teeth under this aura.
"Chen Shu! Guard Captain of the Hong Family, a master of True Qi Fifth Layer!" Ning Xuan's chubby face showed a hint of apprehension, a streak of fear!
"So it's him!"
Upon learning the identity of the newcomer.
The previously anxious guests couldn't help but secretly relax; no matter what kind of maniac, no large waves would be stirred!
But when Chen Shu entered the scene, he went straight toward Ye Qingchen:
"Did you kill him?"
"Yes, I did!" Ye Qingchen slightly raised his head, "So what?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone was in an uproar.
Many looked at Ye Qingchen as if he were a dead man; originally they thought he might deny this wildly, but to their surprise, this kid boldly admitted it!
And even so arrogantly!
"Daring to cause trouble at the Hong Family, simply courting death!"
Chen Shu's eyes turned cold.
He raised his hand.
"Clang!"
A fierce sword cry suddenly rang out, and a burst of cold sword light erupted fiercely. Dozens of sword shadows, in mere instants, shot out like crossbow arrows, booming furiously.
Silver bottle bursts, water pulp splashes, iron knights emerge, swords and spears clang!
In an instant.
Wherever people looked, cold sword light was everywhere; even those several steps away in the crowd could feel the incoming Sword Qi, almost like steel needles piercing, making their faces sting with pain!
In a moment, Ye Qingchen was enveloped.
"It's the Flying Rain Sword Technique!"
"It's said that when this swordsmanship is mastered, one can unleash dozens of strikes in an instant! This kid is doomed!"
A wave of voices rose from the crowd.
"Brother!"
At this moment.
Ye Qing finally couldn't hold back, crying out.
Just as people were amazed at the power of the strike, as Ye Qing cried out in surprise, just as guests shook their heads, seeming to see this arrogant kid being shredded into pieces by a single sword!
As the sword light roared, Ye Qingchen slightly raised his head, gently pointing the long sword in his hand.
This sword struck lightly to the extreme, appearing in the eyes of others as a seemingly weak resistance, as if it would be overwhelmed by the sword light in an instant!
"An ant trying to stop a chariot!"
Seeing this, Chen Shu couldn't help but sneer.
But before the sneer subsided.
"Clang!"
A crisp, resonant sword cry suddenly rang out, like thousands of steel needles piercing ears! Echoing for three days, enduring endlessly!
Under everyone's shocked gazes, it was seen that the sword light exploding in the sky, under Ye Qingchen's single sword, instantly vanished like spring snow under the sun, like a dream bubble, disappearing without a trace.
"No good!"
Seeing this, Chen Shu was no longer as arrogant as before. He felt a surge of crisis sweeping over! His pupils shrank to the extreme, and with almost no hesitation, his figure violently retreated!
However.
No matter how fast he was, how could he compare to Ye Qingchen's sword?
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered.
Under everyone's shocked gaze, Chen Shu's body suddenly trembled, as if hit by lightning. He widened his eyes, grasping his throat tightly with trembling hands, yet unable to stop the gushing blood!
Eventually, he fell to the ground with a crash.
Silence!
The once noisy hall suddenly went dead silent.
Looking at the youth standing calmly in the venue, looking at Chen Shu already fallen on the ground.
"Hiss!"
Sounds of gasping spread furiously.
"True Qi Fifth Layer's Chen Shu, actually killed?"
"One sword! Just one sword, this youth killed Chen Shu? Who on earth is he? The disparity in strength is simply too vast!"
"That one sword seemed ordinary, yet instantly neutralized Chen Shu's swordsmanship. Such strength, there are few in all of Cyan Cloud City who could achieve it!"
After a moment's silence, exclamations swept from all directions.
Ye Qingchen's sword, like a brand, was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind. Previously they thought this young man was doomed, but now they saw a completely different outcome!
"How is it possible?" Ning Xuan, holding the Ivory Folding Fan, turned pale.
"True or false?" Everyone in the venue widened their eyes.
It was seen.
Ye Qingchen slowly raised his sword, pointing it towards Hong Ren, his voice like cold wind from the Nine Netherworld:
"Let go of my sister!"
"Brother!"
At this moment.
Ye Qing finally couldn't hold back, crying bitterly.
Hong Ren's face turned unpleasant, dark to the point of dripping water, he uttered vehemently:
"Ye Qingchen!"