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The person who struck out with the sabre was a genius of the Chen Clan named Chen Xuan.

Originally, Chen Xuan thought highly of himself and never looked down upon the other disciples of the Chen Clan.

This caused Chen Xuan's heart to be filled with jealousy.

"Devil Sword, fight!"

Since he did not wish to continue the fight, Chen Yu was not going to show any mercy!

A terrifying Swordqi roared out.

The sword in Chen Yu's hands now, was unstoppable, unbreakable!

This sharp sword intent caused the hearts of everyone in the great hall to pound!

What a strong sword!

They had underestimated Chen Yu.

With a sword in hand, no ghosts or gods would remain!

Chen Yu was much stronger than what they had imagined.

And when Chen Xuan saw Chen Yu's sword, his heart trembled even more violently.

No one knew how much pressure he was currently under.

With the devil sword in Chen Yu's hand, the scattered sword intent had already pierced through his mental defenses.

This sword strike had already utterly defeated his heart.

With a drastic change in expression, Chen Xuan's body collapsed.

His eyes were also filled with shock.

Fear suffused Chen Xuan's heart.

Chen Xuan regretted. He regretted his impulsiveness, regretted his recklessness, regretted his jealousy, regretted his ignorance.

However, it was already too late.

Once the sword was unleashed, there was no return!

"Kill!"

After an angry shout, the demonic energy sword light turned into a substantial sharp edge and chopped down.

A bright ray of light streaked across the sky.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

Chen Xuan's despair was still there, but his eyes gradually became dim and lifeless.

A sword mark appeared on his forehead, completely extinguishing his life force.

One sword.

Chen Xuan of the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, dead!

Chen Xuan's death was only the beginning.

The slaughter feast had just begun.

The bloodstains on the demon sword had not dried yet. Chen Yu's steps did not stop and he walked straight towards the tenth seat that the Sword King of the Chu family sat on.

Sitting on this seat, was still an expert of Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao.

However, Chen Yu's sword did not stop at all.

As the sword flew out, blood splattered …

In a few breaths time, Chen Yu went from the entrance of the great hall to the third seat that Chu Feng sat in.

In this period, Chen Yu had taken a total of seven steps.

One step, one sword.

One slash, one life!

Chen Haofeng, who was following behind Chen Yu in large strides, was breathing more and more heavily.

In his mind, the only thing that remained was the terrifying sword aura produced by Chen Yu!

Under this sword light, those lofty and arrogant warriors in the family could not even withstand a single blow.

Until now, he still could not believe that the young man in front of him with a long sword was his, Chen Haofeng's, son!

In a trance, Chen Haofeng felt that Chen Yu's back was actually this broad.

His son had actually grown into such a powerful superior cultivator!

Those from the Chen Clan also had complicated emotions.

At this time, seeing Chen Yu's powerful performance, many people from the Chen family felt that it was a pity.

Such a monstrous genius had actually been expelled from the Chen family because of the Patriarch's selfish motives.

If Chen Shiyu had handled Chen Yu's relationship with Chen Wang fairly back then, Chen Yu would have been the Chen family representative, bringing glory to the entire Chen family!

But now …

Seeing all the experts in the clan falling to Chen Yu's sword, the crowd fell silent. The space was frighteningly still.

Chen Yu, who had once again killed an expert from the Chen family, sneered and said: "Chen Shiyu, if you still have a Clan Leader to take over, stand up and do it yourself, don't let your clansmen die!"

As the sound of Chen Yu's voice faded, the gazes of many people froze.

They had no choice but to admit that Chen Yu's words were quite reasonable.

Wrong, it was all Chen Shiyu's fault, why did he let his clansmen die?!

In this kind of situation, shouldn't Chen Shiyu take the initiative to stand out?!

Could it be that only when all the Chen Family's elites were gone, would Chen Shiyu be willing to stand up for them?!

If that was the case, what qualifications did Chen Shiyu have to be the Clan Chief?!

Chen Shiyu, who was sitting beside Chu Feng, had an extremely ugly expression on his face.

Indeed, he was afraid.

He could clearly feel the difference in strength between him and Chen Yu.

If he dared to block in front of Chen Yu, he would definitely be chopped into pieces by Chen Yu with a single slash.

Thus, he continued to sit beside Chu Feng and did not move at all.

Beside him, the initial look of contempt had long since disappeared from Chu Feng's face. After Chen Yu entered the hall, every step he took, with his life and his indomitable imposing manner, caused even him to be moved.

And now, in the entire hall, there were only less than five people left who could fight; the rest, had already been intimidated by Chen Yu's sword, and retreated to the corner of the walls.

With just seven strikes, Chen Yu had completely changed Chu Feng's senses.

It had to be known that Chu Feng was known as the Sword King of the Chu family. Naturally, he had very high attainments in the path of sword arts.

The sword techniques that Chen Yu used, in the eyes of others, might only seem sharp, overbearing, and murderous towards the sky, but in Chu Feng's eyes, there was something else.

In his eyes, that naturally smooth and unobstructed sword technique could be said to be perfect.

"This kid must not be allowed to live!"

After pressing the sword a few times, Chu Feng's left hand suddenly clenched and he prepared to strike at any time.

However, on the surface, he still pretended to drink to conceal the murderous look in his eyes.

In that short period of time, Chen Yu killed another person.

And now, only one person remained as a hindrance in front of him.

"Zheng ~" A sharp cry once again resounded throughout the entire hall.

After the eighth step, Chen Yu's advance was finally stopped.

Chen Shiyu was the only one left in front of him.

Chen Shiyu, the Chen Clan's Patriarch, was already at the pinnacle of the 8th level of the Martial Dao.

Chen Shiyu looked at Chen Yu, took a step forward, and stood in front of Chen Yu: "Chen Yu, your talent is so outstanding, I admit that I was blind back then, and fought with you today. If I lose, I admit that I would die, but I hope that our grudge can be resolved here, and you can return to the Chen family!"

Chen Shiyu spoke with a stern tone, but Chen Yu's gaze did not waver at all.

He knew that the words that Chen Shiyu had spoken were merely to make him feel pity for his.

"Humph!" With a cold snort, Chen Yu said indifferently: "Chen Shiyu, you don't have to sound so nice. If you lose, it's not because you admit your own defeat, but because you have no choice but to die."