"No! Young Master, don't mind me, go! Run quickly!"

Lin Yuyan finally understood, shouting loudly, her eyes showing a sense of urgency.

Jiang Chen glanced at Lin Yuyan, smiled softly, "It's alright, it's just a piece of trash at the Divine Infant Realm Early Stage, nothing to worry about!"

"Let's see who's the trash!"

Tang Zhenglin struck Jiang Chen's chest with a vicious palm, an icy coldness instantly engulfed Jiang Chen's entire body.

In an instant, Jiang Chen turned into an ice sculpture.

"Young Master!"

Lin Yuyan burst into tears, shouting loudly.

"Haha! What a damn genius, can't even withstand a single strike!"

Liu Jianming sheathed his sword, came beside Tang Zhenglin, and mocked the ice sculpture that was once Jiang Chen, "Kid, weren't you arrogant? Weren't you amazingly gifted? What's the situation now? You're still dead by our hands! No matter how talented, being dead renders it useless!"

"Senior Brother Tang is still superior, dealing with a once-in-a-millennium genius with a single strike, what does this show? It shows Senior Brother Tang is even more powerful than those so-called once-in-a-millennium geniuses!"

Song Zhijian seized the opportunity to praise Tang Zhenglin.

"Exactly, Senior Brother Tang's talent far surpasses this trash! For such trash to die at Senior Brother Tang's hand is his fortune!"

Liu Jianming quickly chimed in.

"Haha!"

Tang Zhenglin laughed flamboyantly, looking mockingly at Jiang Chen, "Jianming is right, no matter how talented, being dead makes it useless! Kid, you have only yourself to blame for your ignorance, to provoke us and still dare to attend our Heavenly Sword Sect's disciple selection. If you don't die, who should?"

"You won't have a good end; I will seek justice from Brother Chen and punish you!"

Suddenly, a shrill cry arose from above.

While Tang Zhenglin and the others were overly pleased with themselves, Lin Yuyan rushed into the sky in fury, yelling as she sped southwards.

"I'll chase!"

Song Zhijian's face changed, and he moved to chase Lin Yuyan.

"No need!"

Tang Zhenglin raised a hand to stop him, sneering, "If this Jiang Chen were still alive, we might indeed face trouble, but since he's dead, would the Sect punish us for a dead man?"

"Is that so?"

A distant voice rang out.

"Of course, my father is Vice Sect Leader; even if the Sect Leader blames us, would he fall out with my father over a dead man?"

Tang Zhenglin spoke arrogantly, but suddenly something seemed off. He turned sharply to look.

The position of Jiang Chen's frozen eyeball had changed, staring straight at him. The previous 'Is that so?' was indeed asked by Jiang Chen.

"You..."

"What!?"

"How is this possible!?"

The three exclaimed in shock.

"If you're not dead, then I'll kill you again!"

Liu Jianming gave a low shout, thrusting his longsword towards Jiang Chen's chest.

As cold aura re-emerged from Tang Zhenglin, a yellowish tint appeared in Song Zhijian's eyes, and the ground started to tremble slightly.

Whoosh!

A fierce flame suddenly erupted from Jiang Chen's body, instantly melting the surrounding frost.

"Die, all of you!"

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed coldly, reaching out to reveal a dragon-engraved longsword shimmering with frost, "Gentle Water Sword!"

Swish!

The Saint Dragon Sword swung out, a sword shadow imbued with gentle flowing water appeared before Jiang Chen, the tip pointing directly at Liu Jianming, who was thrusting with his sword.

"What!?"

"The Way of Water?!"

"How is this possible?!"

The trio exclaimed in astonishment.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Tang Zhenglin and Song Zhijian retreated quickly, recognizing the Dao pressure emanating from the blue sword shadow, realizing this strike couldn't be blocked.

They managed to retreat, but some couldn't get away!

Liu Jianming was already charging towards Jiang Chen, and with the sudden appearance of the sword shadow, retreat was too late. Panic flickered in his eyes, he shouted loudly, "My father is the City Lord of Fenglin City, if you dare kill me, the whole city will pursue..."

Shh!

Before Liu Jianming finished speaking, the sound of a blade penetrating flesh echoed; the sword shadow pierced through Liu Jianming, continuing to pursue Tang Zhenglin and Song Zhijian.

Thud!

The sparkle in Liu Jianming's eyes dimmed instantly, and his body collapsed to the ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Jiang Chen waved his hands, a spiritual longsword and a space ring appeared in his grasp.

Bang!

A blast rang out, Jiang Chen looked up.

A wall of ice and a wall of earth blocked the blue sword shadow; it pierced through the earthen wall but not the ice wall.

"Jiang Chen, shall we end this here? The girl was unharmed, let's call it even, and from now on not interfere with each other!"

Tang Zhenglin's voice came from behind the walls.

Tang Zhenglin was truly scared!

Jiang Chen's talent was terrifying!

Jiang Chen not only practiced Soul Martial, but had high affinity with the Golden Path, also comprehending the Fire Path, Way of Water, and Sword Dao.

More frightening was his ability to merge the Way of Water and Sword Dao in attack.

Such talent, Tang Zhenglin had never heard of.

He couldn't imagine the treatment Jiang Chen would receive after joining the Sect!

In contrast, what punishment he and those who attacked Jiang Chen would face would certainly be severe!

"End here? You started it, and now you want to end it, what do you take me, Jiang Chen, for? A toy to be bullied at will? All of you, die!"

Jiang Chen shouted in rage.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

An even stronger Great Dao aura emerged, light blue water streams appeared in the air, merging into the blue sword shadow.

Splash!

The blue sword shadow exploded in dazzling light, its Great Dao aura even denser.

Crack!

Bang!

The blue sword shadow thrust forward fiercely, penetrating the ice wall; both walls exploded instantly.

"No! You can't kill me, I am the son of the Vice Sect Leader of Heavenly Sword Sect, you can't kill me!"

Tang Zhenglin's face changed, shouting in horror.

Song Zhijian's face turned ashen with fear, eyes filled with terror.

Jiang Chen smirked coldly, eyes icy, mind set.

Shh! Shh!

Thud! Thud!

The sword shadow swiftly pierced through their bodies, their expressions stiff, eyes reflecting disbelief before collapsing to the ground.

Splash!

The blue sword shadow flickered, transforming into a mist and dissipating.

Jiang Chen expressionlessly approached the two, taking Tang Zhenglin's space ring, gave a glance at Song Zhijian's hand and sneered, "Poor devil, not even a space ring."

With a glance at Song Zhijian's longsword at his waist, Jiang Chen couldn't be bothered to pick it up, raising his eyebrows, looking southwards.

"Tang Zhenglin, you bastard!"

A furious shout resounded, four figures speeding towards them.

"Tang Zhenglin, how dare you kill..."

Chen Jingxuan landed, about to shout, but seeing the surroundings, he swallowed his words, stunned.

He stood there dumbfounded!

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