Chapter 2050: Martial Arts Myth

Chapter 2050: Wulin Myth

After speaking, Ye Chen drew his peach wood sword and suppressed his abundant inner force to match the level of Ling Feng and the others. Otherwise, it would be too unfair.

Sparring should be interesting only when the combatants are evenly matched in strength.

"Take this!" Shangguan Jiu charged first, her saber strike soaring to the heavens, overwhelmingly dominant. The illusory saber aura extended seven or eight zhang long, capable of splitting a mountain in two.

Ye Chen stepped into the air, treading the sky to dodge the attack, then countered with a swift sword strike that forced Shangguan Jiu to retreat.

From behind, Yang Xuan attacked, enveloping himself in gang qi and thrusting a palm forward. The forceful palm wind was extremely rigid and yang, strong enough to shatter rocks.

Ye Chen did not evade but met it head-on with a powerful Great Strength Diamond Palm, delivering a blow with immense force that numbed Yang Xuan's palm bones, caused his meridians to ache intensely, and sent him staggering backward.

Dugu Jian Sheng arrived next, merging man and sword in perfect unity. He was like a sword, and the sword was like him, his state of mind perfectly aligned with his sword intent. From afar, he resembled a peerless divine sword—truly deserving of the title Sword Saint.

Ye Chen smiled and thrust his sword in a simple yet astonishingly swift manner.

Clang!

The sword tips collided precisely, sparking flames and emitting a piercing clang. A layer of sword qi rippled outward in waves, spreading in all directions and slicing through the trees on the small mountain peak at the waist, while the rocks crumbled like fragile tofu.

After three exchanges, Ling Feng, Shangguan Jiu, and Yang Xuan all fell back in defeat.

Yet, the three showed no discouragement. Instead, their eyes burned with excitement, their fighting spirit soaring. It was rare to encounter such a master, so how could they not be thrilled?

Dugu Jian Sheng was especially delighted. He usually lacked worthy opponents, standing alone at the pinnacle of the martial world, which was incredibly lonely. He was immensely curious about Ye Chen. This battle was not about fame but a mutual respect among those at the peak.

Boom! Clang! Bang!

In the air, such sounds echoed endlessly as the four engaged in fierce combat, stirring winds and changing the skies.

Below, the martial artists all looked up, mouths agape, staring in a daze. Some were lost in thought, speechless and motionless, as if turned to stone.

"He's the true wulin myth."

"The legendary Dugu Qiu Bai must pale in comparison!"

An elderly senior muttered to himself.

No one refuted this. Even Dugu Jian Sheng, the Mad Saber of Chaos, and Tian Gang Yang Xuan—the top three in the martial world rankings—could not defeat Ye Chen together. What was most terrifying was that Ye Chen had suppressed his inner force. If he used his full power, he could defeat them in a single move.

A master of this caliber had transcended to the divine, fully deserving the title of wulin myth.

At that moment, those who had previously considered robbing Ye Chen let their weapons slip from their hands unnoticed. Robbing a wulin myth? They must be tired of living. Even the Sword Saint and the others couldn't succeed, let alone them. Not just those present—even if all the experts of the entire martial world came, they would still be wiped out.

"What on earth is his background? We've never heard of him!"

"This world truly hides dragons and crouching tigers—someone this powerful exists."

"Compared to him, we're not even worth ranking among the ninth-rate."

Various remarks mixed together, laced with shock and self-mockery. Ye Chen was like an eight-thousand-zhang mountain, pressing down so heavily that everyone struggled to breathe.

The one whose heart was most unsettled was still Yang Ge Lao.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the person he once beat into a pig's head—the fortune-teller who set up a stall every day—possessed such god-like combat prowess.

"How did you reach this level in such a short time?" Yang Ge Lao murmured inwardly. His understanding of the jianghu was overturned by Ye Chen, who now seemed less like a man and more like a god in his eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Yang Xuan was the first to fall, coughing up blood profusely.

Next was Shangguan Jiu, her Purple Gold Saber shattered, left in a sorry state.

Finally, Ling Feng—the legendary Dugu Jian Sheng—fell in complete disarray. His sword techniques were extraordinary, and his sword intent unmatched, but he never breached Ye Chen's defense. In terms of sword comprehension, he and Ye Chen were on entirely different levels.

They were defeated!

The three shook their heads with a smile, sheathing their weapons. They all understood that Ye Chen hadn't used his full strength. Otherwise, none of them would have lasted even one move. His power was far too superior—even combined, they were still miles behind. Losing to someone of this caliber was no shame.

Ye Chen descended gracefully from the sky, smiling at the three. "Care for another round?"

The three shook their heads and smiled again. They had to admit defeat.

Ye Chen also smiled, his expression mixed with admiration. It wasn't that the three weren't strong—it was just that he was too abnormal, with innate cheats that allowed his abundant inner force alone to crush the entire martial world.

In that instant, he finally removed his mask. With his identity exposed, there was no need to hide anymore.

When they saw his appearance, everyone present, including Ling Feng and the others, was collectively stunned. He was far too young. Achieving such feats at this age was downright monstrous.

Yang Ge Lao remained the most composed, being the only one who had seen Ye Chen's true face before. Ye Chen had always been so extraordinary that he was used to it by now.

"Where on earth did you come from?" Yang Xuan wiped the fresh blood from his mouth, clicking his tongue as he looked at Ye Chen.

His question made everyone perk up their ears. They all wanted to know the same thing. They'd seen geniuses before, but never one this extreme. They were curious what kind of master could produce such a terrifying disciple.

"I can't say." Ye Chen smiled, ultimately concealing his name. On this ancient star, he was merely a passerby.

"Still being so mysterious." Shangguan Jiu pouted.

"Then don't say. What about the meteorite from Gui Yu City? Let's take a look at it." Yang Xuan rubbed his hands eagerly.

His words lit up everyone's eyes. A meteorite? We definitely wouldn't dare to snatch it, but letting us have a glance for fun should be fine. It would broaden our horizons as country bumpkins.

"It's an empty city." Ye Chen shrugged.

"Like hell I believe that." Yang Xuan muttered, striding toward Gui Yu City. Shangguan Jiu followed, carrying her Purple Gold Saber. Besides them, many martial artists and eccentrics went too. Now that the hurricane had stopped, there was no resistance.

With everyone else gone, only Ye Chen and Ling Feng remained.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Ye Chen smiled at Ling Feng.

"If the senior says it's an empty city, then it is." Ling Feng replied with a smile, standing leisurely. He exuded a ethereal, immortal-like aura, his mind as still as a calm lake, unbound by worldly affairs, as if he had seen through the red dust of life.

Ye Chen smiled but said nothing, simply drinking quietly.

"Senior, are you an immortal?" Ling Feng asked without glancing sideways.

"Oh?"

"In the mortal world, no one could be this strong. Even if they were, they would need an extraordinarily deep innate foundation. Someone with your level of foundation has already surpassed human limits. A mortal body couldn't bear hundreds or thousands of years of power, so you must have a great connection to the immortals."

"I knew it—Dugu Jian Sheng is no ordinary man." Ye Chen chuckled leisurely. "You're right; I am an immortal, one sealed as a mortal."

"If that's the case, then losing to you is perfectly normal."

"Want to take a different path? For example, cultivating immortality."

"This..."

"Don't rush to answer. I—hmm?" Ye Chen stopped mid-sentence, suddenly furrowing his brow and turning sharply toward Gui Yu City.

In his sight, hurricanes howled, and demonic energy surged wildly.

The next moment, he saw groups of people being flung into the air, including Yang Xuan and Shangguan Jiu, who couldn't escape.

"It's still alive." Ye Chen's face changed dramatically. He gripped his peach wood sword and shot toward Gui Yu City like a shooting star. That was the aura of a heavenly demon, which he knew all too well, and it was even more terrifying than before.

"What a powerful presence." Ling Feng's face turned pale. He could sense that the violent, bloodthirsty aura surpassed even Ye Chen's. Though he wanted to rush over and see, his own power couldn't withstand the demonic hurricane, leaving him unsteady on his feet.

In the air, those swept up plummeted down, each more disheveled than the last. Some had their meridians completely severed by the demonic wind, their screams and wails filling the heavens and earth.

"What on earth is in the city?" Ling Feng asked hurriedly.

"Who knows? We hadn't even entered when the hurricane started howling." Yang Xuan coughed up blood, swaying unsteadily. He had run the fastest but was the first to be thrown out. Not to boast, but after roaming the jianghu for so long, he'd never encountered such an insane wind—it flung him away in an instant.

"You said it was an empty city—bullshit." Shangguan Jiu cursed, feeling like she'd been tricked by Ye Chen again. Yang Xuan was the first to be flung out, and she was the second, caught completely off guard and sent flying even higher. So-called inner force and power were useless against that hurricane.

"There must be something terrifying in the city." Yang Ge Lao's mouth overflowed with blood as he staggered, a sense of foreboding rising in him. His heart trembled uncontrollably, as if compelled to kneel.

No sooner had he spoken than he saw a figure hurtling out from the direction of Gui Yu City.

Taking a closer look, it was Ye Chen.

Seeing this, the others rushed forward in a panic, channeling their inner force to dispel the hidden energy on him and stop his flight.

Thud!

Ye Chen hadn't even steadied himself before spitting out blood. He staggered a few steps and finally knelt on one knee, his face deathly pale and bloodless. The black palm print on his chest was strikingly vivid—the attacker must have been incredibly powerful.

"This..." Everyone was shocked. Even the wulin myth was wounded this badly—what could be in the city?

"What the hell is it?" Yang Xuan couldn't help asking.

Ye Chen said nothing, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently in that direction, his expression more grave than ever. The others didn't know, but he saw it clearly—the heavenly demon he had slain earlier had revived. Not only revived, but it had surpassed the half-immortal state. Through nirvana, it had become a true cultivator, only at the Qi Condensation realm, yet it was the supreme being of the mortal world.

Meanwhile, far away in an ancient grave thousands of li distant, Yin Yue Huang Fei's expression changed. She frowned at the floating source crystal, whose spiritual energy was draining away, stolen by some mysterious entity at an alarming speed. At this rate, it would be depleted in less than three hours.

"Has something happened in Gui Yu City again?" Yin Yue Huang Fei looked up into the distance, as if she could see through the vast haze to the rampaging demonic energy.