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“Ye Xiaoying, are you not going to step aside?” Jin Weichu said in a deep voice.
“I’ve already said it, the Sword Immortal Ruins must be mine. If you Tianlang Palace refuse to give up, then we shall fight again,” Ye Xiaoying replied.
Jin Weichu frowned; Ye Xiaoying was relentless. In the end, there would only be one outcome: both sides would suffer, allowing others to benefit.
“Ye Jian Sheng, we support you. The people from Tianlang Palace are no match for you; they are already at their wits' end,” someone added fuel to the fire, inciting Ye Xiaoying and the Tianlang Palace members to clash once more.
Jin Weichu's expression darkened, wishing he could silence those who were merely watching the spectacle.
Everyone had their own agendas. Jin Weichu naturally did not want to engage with Ye Xiaoying again, but she was unwilling to back down, leading to a stalemate.
Shangguan Yuan, the arrogant Shangguan Shaogong, kept urging Jin Weichu to strike and eliminate Ye Xiaoying quickly.
The atmosphere was thick with tension; Ye Xiaoying and Tianlang Palace seemed like two tigers locked in combat, while others sat back and watched the struggle unfold, none daring to act rashly.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen stepped forward. At this moment, if Jiang Chen did not intervene, this deadlock would likely continue for a long time.
The spectators had seen enough; they had performed their roles well. Now it was time for Jiang Chen to take action as an example. Originally, Jiang Chen intended to establish his authority over Tianlang Palace, but now it seemed he would also have to deal with Sword Saint Ye Xiaoying.
Of course, this was inconsequential for Jiang Chen; whether he took down one opponent or two made no difference to him.
Zhao Fangqiu rubbed his eyes vigorously, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg inside. He had calculated everything but never anticipated that Jiang Chen's martial prowess would be so high—so frighteningly high.
Recalling how he had previously wanted Jiang Chen to be his disciple made him wish he could find a hole to hide in.
“What a huge loss of face,” Zhao Fangqiu murmured, nearly pounding his chest in frustration.
Zhao Tingting and Fang Xian were equally dumbfounded.
“How is this possible? How can this kid be so strong?” Fang Xian exclaimed in disbelief.
“It defies logic! A young person, no matter how talented, shouldn’t be able to defeat our Hidden Sect elder so easily. Even if Jin Weichu had just fought against Li Fushi and Ye Xiaoying and was somewhat drained, he shouldn't have been humiliated by a young man. It’s strange—too strange,” Ma Jie muttered to himself, completely baffled.
“That kid must have used some hidden weapon,” Fang Xian speculated, unwilling to believe that Jiang Chen had injured Jin Weichu purely through martial skill.
“Exactly! It has to be a hidden weapon; otherwise, how could he be so formidable?” Zhao Tingting agreed.
After all, Zhao Tingting and Fang Xian had looked down on Jiang Chen just moments ago. Now that he had suddenly become so impressive, the contrast was too great for them to accept without rationalizing it through their own assumptions.
Jiang Chen's strike sent shockwaves that took a long time to settle. The members of Tianlang Palace quickly rushed over to check on Jin Weichu’s injuries.
An elder from Tianlang Palace skilled in medicine examined Jin Weichu’s condition and immediately grew serious.
“How is Elder Jin?” Shangguan Shaogong and Shangguan Yuan asked anxiously.
"The injury to the Great Elder's severed arm is not life-threatening, but the impact just now has caused internal bleeding and ruptured meridians. I'm afraid he won't survive," the elder said, shaking his head helplessly.
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Yuan's expression changed drastically.
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