Shinto Dantei

All kinds of unbearable humiliations fell into his ears.

At this moment, Ye Chen just wanted to stand up and kill all these mockers.

But, he can't do this.

This is Beizhou, the Xiaoyue Dynasty, and the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Many of the guests present are all well-known people. Not only are they powerful, but they also have considerable power behind them. If I make a noise in public here, I am afraid it will be difficult to leave this place.

So, do we have to swallow this humiliation alive?

Of course it’s impossible!

"But I estimate that Ye Chen has died without a burial place. Although Ye Qi's combat power is not as good as mine, he is still able to deal with a genius in a remote place."

Ye Yiming had gained a lot of attention in front of Prime Minister Wei before, so he was naturally quite proud.

However, right now.

A terrifying sword intent bloomed out of thin air and condensed in the void, like a divine sword standing between heaven and earth. It was upright, majestic and majestic. After everyone in the venue felt this aura, they all had feelings in their hearts. A shaky feeling.

Perhaps, this sword intention is not extremely strong.

But its pure and rich artistic conception makes people fall deeply into it and cannot extricate themselves.

"This sword intent..."

Prime Minister Wei's expression was stern. He was a strong man in the Holy Realm and had experienced countless storms and waves.

How can you not detect such a breath?

Not only Prime Minister Wei, but also other guests were shocked.

The magic swords behind some people began to groan, as if they were being summoned.

This kind of movement shocked the whole audience.

Feeling the source of the aura, Wei Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in that direction.

In the far corner, a handsome young man stood proudly between heaven and earth, peerless.

Although his realm is not high, his demeanor is extraordinary.

Especially the sword intent released from him covered the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

After people feel it, a shock surges from their hearts.

"With such strong sword intent, are you a sword cultivator?"

Prime Minister Wei's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the cold light gradually became sharper.

He had read all the invitees to this birthday banquet, and there had never been a sword cultivator.

Moreover, there are only a handful of sword cultivators in the entire Beizhou, and each of them has a name.

Where did this young man come from and how did he get in?

As Wei Xiang's voice fell, all the guests in the audience looked at the young man in shock.

They looked at each other, as if they didn't recognize that there was such a genius in Beizhou.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man slowly raised his head.

Everyone could see the coldness radiating from his pupils.

It's bone-chilling, like an iceberg that hasn't melted for thousands of years. It makes people feel like a cold air is blowing on their faces.

"Land of Hundreds of Kingdoms, Ye Family of Qing Kingdom, Ye Chen, come to congratulate Prime Minister Wei on his birthday."

Ye Chen's voice was calm and without any fluctuations.

But the sword intent suddenly reached its peak at this moment!

Zheng!

The sound of a sword roared in everyone's mind.

It was like a tight string in everyone's mind suddenly broke!

Many guests looked horrified.

This boy, at such a young age, could actually comprehend the meaning of the sword to such an extent.

Such a terrifying figure must be a young swordsman!

etc.

He just said that he was Ye Chen?

Ye Tianxiao's son, a branch of the Ye family, Ye Chen of the Ye family of Qing Dynasty?

After a brief silence, many voices erupted in the venue.

"Ye Chen, why is he here?"

"Didn't you say that Ye Qi went to deal with him?"

"What is his purpose here?"

Everyone frowned, all very puzzled.

But soon, everyone felt it was a bit ridiculous.

This time, he was not invited to the prime minister's birthday banquet, but he showed up here to celebrate his birthday.

After all, what are your intentions?

"Ye Chen, what are you doing here?"

Ye Jing's pupils shrank and he instinctively took a step forward.

Ye Qi is his nephew and he is very powerful.

Could it be that something went wrong here?

Previously, everyone was talking about Ye Fusu and Ye Tianxiao, but they did not expect that Ye Tianxiao's son was at the scene.

This made the atmosphere in the venue a little weird, and everyone looked at Ye Chen with abrupt eyes.

"I have long heard about the name of Prime Minister Wei of the Xiaoyue Dynasty. I came to see him today. It is really impressive."

Ye Chen first clasped his fists at Wei Xiang, then glanced at the whole place, "I originally just wanted to come here to learn more, but I met your father who humiliated me like this. As a son of a man, if I ignore it or continue to endure it, , I’m afraid the whole world will laugh and say that Ye Tianxiao has an unfilial son!”

"So, how are you doing?"

Ye Yiming sneered.

Previously, he was the loudest, so now he also had strong murderous intentions towards Ye Chen.

"As a junior, I can't judge matters between elders, but I just heard that you, Ye Yiming, said that I, Ye Chen, can only take a detour even if I see Ye Feng, right?"

Ye Chen's eyes were like lightning and his sword intent was strong.

"Yes, how?"

Ye Yiming was ecstatic in his heart, Ye Chen was simply going to die!

I heard that he is also a swordsman?

I have never seen such a brainless swordsman!

Since he took the initiative to seek death, I would help him.

"I have never met Ye Feng. It's hard to say whether I can compare with him. But right now I want to compete with you, just to add some excitement to Prime Minister Wei's birthday banquet."

A cold smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips, "So, what do you think?"

"Okay! You and I, fight to the death!"

Ye Yiming's eyes showed ecstasy. He originally wanted to use this birthday banquet to become famous and get into the eyes of important people. It would be even better if he could become the Prime Minister of Wei.

Really, if I feel sleepy, someone will give me a pillow, which is exactly what I want!

"Ye Chen, he is actually the sword cultivator Ye Chen?"

In the distance, Qin Shuang also looked surprised.

She did feel that Ye Chen's demeanor was a bit extraordinary, but she didn't expect him to be so famous!

Sword repair, just these two words, symbolize the supreme glory.

Can he show his talents here?

"Yi Ming, don't be impulsive."

Ye Jing frowned, he instinctively felt something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Ye Jing, are you afraid?"

Elder Xiao was afraid that the world would be in chaos, so he stood up and said with a smile, "Back then, in order to vent his emotions, Ye Fusu ignored the rules and cut off his father's arm in public, and also planted the 'Three Songs of Cold Birds' to make him suffer all kinds of torture. Today, my son I came to challenge you, but your Ye family didn’t dare to accept it?”

"Who says I dare not pick it up!"

Ye Yiming is a young man with great energy, but he can't stand the challenge.

His figure flashed and landed in the center of the courtyard.

Then, he raised his fingers contemptuously and said, "Ye Chen, come and die!"

"as you wish."

Ye Chen slowly walked out of the crowd, and with every step he took, the sword energy around him increased wildly.

Boom, boom.

When the steps hit the ground, they actually caused a sound that resonated with heaven and earth.

The dull and loud sound penetrated the eardrums and penetrated into the soul.

Three steps, five steps, ten steps.

There are ten steps in total from the crowd to the center.

The aura around Ye Chen surged ten times in a row!

If his own sword intention were compared to a vast ocean, then ten steps later, the sword intention would have surged to the same level as the heaven and earth, covering the sky and the sun, picking up the stars and the moon, destroying the dead and destroying everything!

As for the arrogant and domineering Ye Yiming before, now he can't even stand.

Snapped.

Ye Yiming's legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

There was endless fear in his pupils, as if the other person's figure had turned into a sword that penetrated the world, standing in front of his neck. If he moved even a little, his head would fall off and he would die without a burial place.

The whole world is filled with despair.

No one can save his life!