Chapter 1612

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Seeing Ye Wushuang’s confident smile, Bu Shaochen didn’t feel like saying much more.

“Since that’s the case, it’s still a battle to the death, isn’t it?”

Bu Shaochen said slowly, “You’ve come this far, which is no small feat. I never underestimate my opponents, and I won’t with you either.”

Ye Wushuang sneered.

“However, I was not only surprised but also somewhat delighted that you managed to kill Xu Yueyin, Tuoba Sui, Lu Shao, and the others.”

Bu Shaochen said indifferently, “You’ve climbed from outside the top hundred to second place, gradually establishing your image as a genius in others’ hearts. This is the reward for your hard work!”

“I’m delighted because by killing them, you’ve saved me the trouble. In the Lingjian Pavilion, we don’t need so many so-called geniuses. I am more than enough!”

“Moreover, by killing them, you’ve proven your talent and strength. The image of a genius you’ve accumulated in others’ hearts will, after you’re killed by me, make everyone understand that in this world, there is only one genius, and that is me, Bu Shaochen!”

Ye Wushuang tilted his head and looked at Bu Shaochen, his eyes filled with a strange expression. “You seem to have delusions of grandeur, don’t you?”

Bu Shaochen raised an eyebrow.

Ye Wushuang continued, “I’m still standing here, alive and well, not dead yet. Besides, there are thousands of geniuses in this world. Bu Shaochen may be well-known on the Tianyuan Continent, but in the vast world, what are you, Bu Shaochen? A firefly’s light?”

Buzz…

As Ye Wushuang’s voice fell, Bu Shaochen summoned with a wave of his hand.

A buzzing sound rang out, and a long sword appeared in Bu Shaochen’s hand at that moment.

The sword was three feet and seven inches long, with two edges on the blade, emitting a cold and sharp light. The patterns engraved on the sword seemed like real cold abyss iron patterns, exuding a cold aura.

“The Taiyuan Spirit Sword!”

Among the onlookers at the martial arena, some individuals at the Wangwo realm were filled with eagerness upon seeing the spirit sword.

“A sword forged by the Holy Sage of the Spirit, the Taiyuan Spirit Sword is as famous as the Queyuan Knife.”

“Back in the day, it was said that with a knife and a sword in hand at the Wangwo realm, the Holy Sage of the Spirit was invincible among his peers.”

“It seems that the Queyuan Knife was taken away by Yin Shenghao back then, while the Taiyuan Spirit Sword remained in the Lingjian Pavilion.”

The Lingjian Pavilion, as its name suggests, is known for having the most sword cultivators.

Bu Shaochen is Bu Baiyi’s grandson, and the most outstanding one at that.

At a young age, he has reached the peak Dongxu realm, and it’s certain that he will enter the Zhaixing realm in the future.

This Taiyuan Spirit Sword is a supreme spiritual weapon, matching those at the Wangwo realm. Bu Shaochen, now at the peak Dongxu realm, was granted this sword by the Lingjian Pavilion. One can imagine his status within the Lingjian Pavilion.

“Isn’t this against the rules?”

Fu Jinyao frowned and said, “Earlier, when Shiyu summoned the Queyuan Knife, it was sealed and could only unleash the power of a royal-grade spiritual weapon.”

“Wu Lei summoned the Yumeng Flame Python, which, although an eighth-grade spiritual beast, was not fully grown. His python only had the strength of a sixth-grade spiritual beast, which is at the Dongxu realm level.”

“This guy, the Taiyuan Spirit Sword, is a true supreme spiritual weapon without any seal.”

Hearing this, Qing Shiyu and the others also frowned.

Inside the martial arena.

Bu Shaochen said indifferently, “The Taiyuan Spirit Sword, a supreme spiritual weapon. Since we are already in a battle to the death, I think you have no objections to me using this sword against you, right?”

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Ye Wushuang’s lips, and he said, “Since that’s the case, in our battle, whoever wins, the loser’s possessions will belong to the winner, right?”

“I like this sword. After I kill you, the sword will be mine?”

Looking at the smile on Ye Wushuang’s face, Bu Shaochen felt even colder inside.

“Since that’s the case, let’s see who lives and who dies!”

With a shout, Bu Shaochen clenched his hand, and within his palm, terrifying spiritual energy surged. The surface of the Taiyuan Spirit Sword unleashed a dreadful power.

A soaring sword momentum filled the air.

“Fully developed sword momentum!”

Here was another young swordsman with fully developed sword momentum.

To reach the fully developed sword momentum at the Dongxu realm level, Bu Shaochen’s potential in swordsmanship, like Ye Wushuang’s, was boundless.

In an instant.

Inside the martial arena, two fully developed sword momentum intents rose from the ground. Above the arena, it seemed as if two illusory figures had condensed out of thin air, bursting with endless sword momentum, charging at each other.

Bu Shaochen stepped forward, holding the Taiyuan Spirit Sword, his killing intent like the wind.

In Ye Wushuang’s hand, the Tai’a Sword also shone brightly, with endless sword qi howling and rolling out.

Boom…

Immediately.

Inside the martial arena.

The two sword momentum intents collided, and the two figures, driving thousands of sword qi, howled and crashed into each other.

The sounds of clinking and rumbling echoed incessantly.

Everyone was stunned.

This was a true battle between geniuses.

Whether it was Bu Shaochen or Ye Wushuang, their control over themselves, their spiritual swords, and the condensed sword qi had reached a perfect state.

This kind of perfection was not just a display of talent.

The mindset of the two was of utmost importance!

The entire martial arena had become a world of sword qi.

The ground of the arena, with flashing sword light and radiant brilliance, left numerous mottled marks, more and more terrifying than any previous battle.

Everyone’s heart was trembling with shock.

That was a whole piece of primeval iron mystic stone. Even those at the Wangwo realm would find it hard to leave too many marks on it.

Yet between the two, the sword qi had almost left dreadful, interwoven sword marks all over the primeval iron mystic stone.

Everyone felt a great震撼 in their hearts.

Boom!!!

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

Inside the martial arena.

The two figures retreated, landing on the east and west sides of the arena, leaning against the edge of the seal.

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