Chapter 147: Who Taught You to Use a Sword Like That?

"You brat, do you really think the sword array of my Spirit Sword Sect is made of tofu? You actually dare to try blocking it with your bare hands? Hahaha..."

Seeing Su Yifan's action, Mu Chen could not help bursting into laughter.

Even with his early-stage Martial Venerable cultivation, he would not dare to take this move lightly.

To think this brat was arrogant enough to try that.

Very well. Once he killed this brat, everyone around him would have to die as well!

"Your sword array is no different from tofu," Su Yifan said indifferently.

"Is that so? Then I shall see whether your mouth is tougher or my sword!"

"Die!"

Mu Chen pressed his sword-pointing fingers downward.

The next moment.

"Boom—"

The giant sword slammed directly into Su Yifan's hand, instantly producing a deafening roar. A terrifying blast of air instantly surged outward in all directions.

Just as this turbulent airflow was about to sweep toward Su Zhenguo and the others,

at that very moment,

a flash of golden light erupted from Xu Shuyan's chest.

"Hum!"

A golden protective barrier materialized instantly, enveloping them within it.

"This... This is..."

Seeing this, Xu Shuyan's beautiful eyes lit up.

Could it be that protective jade pendant?

At that moment,

she remembered how Su Yifan had told her to keep this jade pendant on her person before. She had never imagined the pendant could be so powerful.

"Didn't you say your sword was very hard? Is that really all it can do?"

Su Yifan asked with a faint smile.

"How is this possible?"

Seeing that their sword array could do nothing to Su Yifan, Mu Chen's expression turned as unsightly as if he had swallowed excrement.

How could this be?

Even if he were to face this move himself, he would either be dead or severely injured. Yet now, it could not even leave a scratch on Su Yifan.

Could his strength actually surpass his own?

No, impossible!

He refused to believe it.

How old was Su Yifan? How could he possibly be stronger than him?

Something must be wrong.

Could it be...

that he possessed a defensive artifact?

That was the only way he could have blocked this strike.

Yes, that must be it.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen let out a cold snort. "Brat, aren't you just relying on a protective artifact you have on you?"

A protective artifact?

Hearing this, Su Yifan was momentarily taken aback.

What did he mean?

Was this old fogey suspecting that this wasn't his own strength, but rather that he possessed a defensive treasure?

Seeing that Su Yifan remained silent,

Mu Chen became even more convinced of his own deduction. "As I expected. I never thought a brat like you would be so lucky as to possess a protective artifact."

As he spoke, a trace of greed flashed deep within his eyes.

He already possessed a spiritual weapon, Moyuan. If he could also get his hands on this defensive artifact, he would dare to fight even against peak-stage Martial Venerables or even Martial Saints.

"Think whatever you want."

As soon as Su Yifan finished speaking,

a stream of spiritual energy surged from his fingertips directly into the giant sword.

The next moment.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Countless cracks began to spread across the surface of the giant sword.

Following that...

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion rang out!

The giant sword shattered instantly, reverting back into dozens of individual longswords in the blink of an eye.

"What? Shat... shattered?!"

Mu Chen and all the elders of the Spirit Sword Sect were utterly shocked.

Originally, they had planned to engage in a war of attrition with Su Yifan. After all, there were so many of them while Su Yifan was alone; even if it wore him down, they could grind him to death.

Yet now, the sword array had been shattered.

"Did you really think it was over?"

Su Yifan asked coldly.

Immediately afterward,

he waved his hand grandly.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Under his control, the dozens of flying swords instantly shot toward the group of Spirit Sword Sect elders opposite him.

"Not good, everyone, raise your defenses!"

Seeing this, Mu Chen yelled at the top of his lungs to the people behind him.

Hearing the warning,

the elders of the Spirit Sword Sect hurriedly released their respective true-essence protective barriers.

However, the very next moment.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The flying swords directly shattered everyone's protective barriers, piercing straight through their bodies.

In an instant!

Piercing screams and wails echoed continuously.

A moment later,

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The elders of the Spirit Sword Sect collapsed to the ground one after another.

"No!"

Seeing this scene, Mu Chen felt as though his heart was being torn apart.

They had essentially thrown the entire strength of their sect into this battle, dispatching every single sect elder they had.

With so many people,

yet they couldn't even defeat a single opponent!

Before long,

apart from Mu Chen and Grand Elder Gong Tao, everyone else from the Spirit Sword Sect had fallen into pools of blood without a single exception.

In an instant,

the entire area outside the Su residence became a river of blood, resembling a living purgatory.

Witnessing such a terrifying spectacle,

Su Zhenguo and the others all widened their eyes in disbelief.

Could he really be this powerful?

Just where was Yifan's limit?

"Ah!!!"

At that moment,

Grand Elder Gong Tao let out a furious roar toward the heavens. Pulling a sword from the ground, he charged directly toward Su Yifan.

"Grand Elder, no!"

Mu Chen wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

With a casual wave of Su Yifan's hand,

"Bang!"

Gong Tao was directly blasted into a mist of blood.

"Grand Elder!"

Seeing that the Grand Elder was also dead, Mu Chen stood frozen in place.

This was a scene he could never have anticipated.

The elders of the Spirit Sword Sect, who had mobilized in full force, had actually been completely wiped out here, and the one who annihilated all of them was merely a single person.

If word of this got out, probably nobody would believe it.

"You're the only one left now."

Su Yifan looked at him with a calm gaze.

"Brat, either you die today or I do!"

Mu Chen's expression tightened.

With a reach of his hand, the spiritual weapon Moyuan flew directly into his grasp.

"Judging by your look, you're still planning to make a last-ditch effort? Very well, I'll give you that chance."

Su Yifan said with absolute composure.

This old fellow was now at the end of his tether. Although he could kill him instantly with a single move,

he was quite curious beforehand

to see what kind of power the other party could unleash using this spiritual weapon.

"Wretch, go to hell!"

Mu Chen slashed the air with his sword.

The next second.

A streak of black sword qi instantly materialized, slashing fiercely toward Su Yifan.

Faced with this ferocious sword strike,

Su Yifan shook his head with a trace of disappointment, then waved his hand casually.

"Bang!"

That streak of sword qi vanished instantly into nothingness.

"You can block one sword, let's see how many you can block!"

Mu Chen rapidly swung the Moyuan in his hand. In the blink of an eye, dozens of black sword qi converged, blanketing the area and enclosing Su Yifan within them.

"Who on earth taught you how to use a sword?"

Su Yifan let out a sigh.

At that moment,

he completely lost interest. Taking a step that spanned several meters, he charged directly toward Mu Chen, casually shattering every single sword qi that crossed his path with mere waves of his hand.

Originally, he had wanted to see what formidable martial arts techniques the opponent possessed, but it turned out he had already exhausted all his tricks.

A first-rate sect turned out to be nothing more than this.

"What? How can he be this strong?!"

Seeing Su Yifan charging toward him through dozens of sword qi as if walking through an empty courtyard, Mu Chen's face turned ashen white.

Could it be that today, he was truly going to die here?

Just as his mind raced in panic,

Su Yifan had already arrived right in front of him, reaching out a hand to grab him by the neck.

"It's over."

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

Mu Chen raised the Moyuan in his hand to block.

Right at that moment.

"Hum!"

A flash of white light erupted from the blade of Moyuan, and immediately following that, a terrifying surge of energy exploded outward from the spiritual weapon.

Seeing this, Su Yifan withdrew his hand.

At the same time,

a resounding voice echoed through the air.

"Who dares to kill the successor of my Spirit Sword Sect?"

As the voice faded,

an illusory figure manifested from within the spiritual weapon Moyuan—an old man in azure robes with a full head of white hair.

"An... Ancestor?"

Mu Chen raised his head to look at the illusory figure before him, his pupils dilating brightly. Wasn't this precisely the ancestor worshipped within their sect?