Chapter 1623: Actually, I Really Don't Like Fighting to the Death

"Human Emperor Suppresses the World."

In Ji Minghuang's eyes, Ye Zhangqing's actions were utterly clueless about life and death.

He is none other than the Young Master of the Human Emperor Palace, one of the Top Prodigies of Zhu Tian Wan Jie.

Meanwhile, the other side is just an ant that crawled out from nowhere.

Therefore, for this sword strike, he held nothing back, directly unleashing his famed sword technique.

Only seeing him swing his long sword fiercely, a sword qi a hundred zhang long burst forth like a lightning bolt tearing the sky.

With a single sword strike, heaven and earth changed color; wherever the sword light passed, space collapsed inch by inch.

The power of this sword strike—below the Emperor Sovereign, I doubt anyone has the confidence to block it!

Ji Minghuang looked at Ye Zhangqing, enveloped in sword light, his expression indifferent, as if gazing at a corpse.

A dead man who would fall beneath his sword in the next second.

However, at that very moment, an abrupt change occurred.

Ye Zhangqing's body suddenly erupted with a powerful aura; at the same time, the kitchen knife in his hand shone with brilliant light.

Faced with that terrifying sword light, Ye Zhangqing did not retreat but advanced, swinging his kitchen knife fiercely.

A azure blade aura flew from his hand, colliding violently with Ji Minghuang's sword qi.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar, echoing through the clouds.

The two attacks collided, producing a massive energy surge that twisted the surrounding air out of shape.

Ji Minghuang's expression changed; he never expected Ye Zhangqing to be able to block his attack.

Their attacks fiercely collided in midair, then gradually dissipated into nothing.

Facing Ji Minghuang's famed sword technique, Ye Zhangqing easily blocked it.

Seeing Ji Minghuang's stunned expression, Ye Zhangqing said lightly.

"I said, your confidence is a bit over the top."

Ji Minghuang's heart was filled with shock and disbelief.

He widened his eyes, looking at Ye Zhangqing, as if seeing an impossible monster.

His famed sword technique was actually blocked so easily by Ye Zhangqing—how could that be?

If it were Luo Jiuyou and the others, Ji Minghuang wouldn't be like this, but who is this Ye Zhangqing before him—just an ant whose name he's never heard?

To block his attack so easily—how could that be?

His famed sword technique is the crystallization of years of painstaking effort, the source of his pride and confidence.

Yet now, that pride and confidence have been easily shattered by Ye Zhangqing.

A deep sense of defeat welled up in Ji Minghuang's heart.

He had always believed he was an outstanding youth, the hope of the future.

But now he suddenly realized that Ye Zhangqing's strength is in no way inferior to his own.

His eyes were filled with bewilderment and confusion; for a moment he didn't know how to face this reality.

Compared to the troubled Ji Minghuang, Ye Zhangqing wore a calm expression.

His gaze was clear as lake water, seemingly unaffected by that recent clash.

From the very start, Ye Zhangqing had full confidence in his own strength.

He knew his abilities were far beyond ordinary folk, so facing such a formidable opponent as Ji Minghuang, he felt no fear whatsoever.

As his words fell, Ye Zhangqing lightly flicked his kitchen knife, speaking with a calm face.

"Does encountering an opponent worthy of a battle with you surprise you? Or do you believe that among Zhu Tian Wan Jie, only you few can be the Top Prodigies, with no room for anyone else?"

Ye Zhangqing's tone was steady, devoid of any provocation or arrogance, yet it conveyed a firm conviction.

"I said, your confidence is a bit over the top."

Ji Minghuang frowned slightly upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face.

He had always been the center of attention, his nature extremely proud; now being looked down upon by Ye Zhangqing naturally aroused dissatisfaction.

Yet Ye Zhangqing paid no heed to Ji Minghuang's reaction, continuing to speak to himself.

"Shut up, blocking just one of my sword strikes—what do you think that proves? That you actually have the ability to fight me? Ridiculous."

His voice remained calm, yet it concealed an anger that could hardly be hidden.

As his words fell, Ji Minghuang stepped forward, his form instantly vanishing from the spot.

The next second, as if appearing out of thin air, he stood before Ye Zhangqing.

Ji Minghuang's eyes flashed with icy light, his long sword glinting with a cold sheen.

His sword technique was incredibly fierce, each strike infused with endless killing intent, making one's blood run cold.

In an instant, a sky-filling sword light enveloped Ye Zhangqing.

Faced with such a barrage of attacks, dodging was obviously impossible.

Yet Ye Zhangqing's face showed no change; the next second, countless blade shadows shot up against Ji Minghuang's sky-filling sword light.

For a moment, blades and swords clashed.

Their attacks intertwined in midair, sword flashes flickering, knife sounds ringing continuously.

Each of their attacks was like lightning, dazzling the eye.

Ji Minghuang's sword technique grew ever faster and fiercer, each strike carrying endless killing intent, chilling to the bone.

Ye Zhangqing's knife technique was no less formidable—flexible and varied, leaving no opening to defend.

Such intense collisions caused the surrounding space to gradually buckle, beginning to crack.

As the battle continued, Ji Minghuang's complexion grew ever uglier, his mood increasingly heavy.

Because he discovered that, no matter how he raised his combat power, Ye Zhangqing seemed always able to deal with it effortlessly.

He had thought he was already strong enough, but only now realized he might have been underestimating his opponent all along.

Ji Minghuang couldn't help but secretly regret that, had he known earlier how formidable Ye Zhangqing was, he shouldn't have looked down on him so much.

But things having come to this, Ji Minghuang could only grit his teeth and persist, hoping to find a weakness in Ye Zhangqing.

However, Ye Zhangqing remained calm and confident throughout; each of his moves and stances was full of power and skill, making Ji Minghuang unable to fathom him.

Ji Minghuang sighed inwardly, it seemed he had truly encountered a formidable opponent this time.

He had originally thought he could easily defeat Ye Zhangqing, but now it seemed this battle was far more difficult than he had imagined.

Ji Minghuang took a deep breath, resolved to go all out, holding nothing back.

He wanted to see just who was truly the strong one.

Thinking this, Ji Minghuang intended to hold back no longer.

But at that moment, Ye Zhangqing casually swung his sword and shattered a blade of light.

Then he said lightly.

"Actually, I really don't like fighting to the death, after all life is only one, and I'm also afraid of pain, unwilling to get injured."

"But there are always some people who are hateful, making you unable to resist the urge to chop them with a single blow, and you are exactly such a person."

Hearing these words, Ji Minghuang's face darkened to the extreme.

But before he could speak, Ye Zhangqing's aura mysteriously vanished.

Línglì, pressure, Blade Intent, and the Power of Laws—all vanished without a trace in an instant.

As for this, Ji Minghuang not only did not feel happy, but instead frowned tightly.