Chapter 141: Is Ye Xuan, Half of Xu Chen, Really This Terrifying?

New female lead: Yi Bingrou, the Frost Saint Body! (2nd update!!)

The match continued, but the next several bouts had nothing to do with Jixia Xuegong. Xu Chen wondered curiously: "They're all young geniuses—very few elders."

Bu Fengshuang said: "The Empress is selecting only young prodigies for the Imperial Dynasty, rejecting elders—clearly for your sake."

Xu Chen rubbed his temples: "It's fine. As long as you beat me, Jixia Xuegong remains number one." He felt this round was secure—surely the Empress wouldn't personally intervene.

In thought, seven or eight matches passed swiftly.

The referee continued: "Match nine: Ye Xuan of Jixia Xuegong versus Zhao Zhenzong, Saint Son of Shenfeng Sect." *Whoosh! * As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhenzong immediately used Space Movement to appear on the arena.

He held no weapon, yet a howling sound spontaneously arose from his body, with whirlwinds coalescing around him.

Then Ye Xuan, wielding the Incomplete Emperor Sword, also used Space Movement to appear before Zhao Zhenzong. Both suddenly unleashed their aura—both Seventh Grade Mid-stage.

At this moment, the Empress couldn't help speaking: "Shangguan Palace Master, you have quite a few Seventh Grade Mid-stage here."

Shangguan Luoyun replied coolly: "This is the weakest fighter in Jixia Xuegong—barely half a Xu Chen."

She made this remark in full view of everyone. Ye Xuan's lips twitched—those damn two women.

Every time, they belittle him to praise Xu Chen. Fuck. *Whoosh! *

The crowd erupted in shock.

Same Seventh Grade Mid-stage—this Ye Xuan is only half as strong as Xu Chen?

They didn't know if it was true, but surely the Empress and Jixia Xuegong's Palace Master wouldn't lie here and now.

Yet they felt—if this Ye Xuan was only half as strong as Xu Chen, he probably couldn't beat Zhao Zhendong!

After all, Zhao Zhendong was also a Saint Son of Shenfeng Sect, famed for the Shenfeng Earth-Shaking Leg. That leg technique was incredibly fast, with power stacking.

If stacked to five kicks, it could crush opponents of the same level. Zhao Zhendong had never lost a match at his level before.

Zhao Zhendong now looked at Ye Xuan, smirking: "Half a Xu Chen? How dare you fight me?"

Kid, I heard you challenged Xu Chen for Young Palace Master and lost? Tsk, how tragic. But now you've met me—you'll suffer even more. Of course, if you beg now, I'll let you lose less painfully." As he spoke, his right leg twitched slightly, Spiritual Qi coalescing, leaving afterimages.

He waited for the perfect moment to strike and utterly crush his enemy. So though he appeared to look down on Ye Xuan, inwardly he was cautious. Even if Ye Xuan begged, he'd still obliterate him with thunderous force. That was his thought—and Yang Hao's order. But the next second, he froze.

Ye Xuan coldly said: "Seventh Grade Mid-stage trash—you're finished with one strike." He was furious, burning with rage.

Why did they say he was only half of Xu Chen? He couldn't take it—he had to prove he was stronger than Xu Chen. Zhao Zhendong laughed: "I'm dying laughing. Your Palace Master says you're useless, yet you still dare to boast? I advise you—the match's about to start. Beg me now. Otherwise, I'll make you learn how to write 'wrong'." Ye Xuan's face darkened: "Worthless piece of shit, how dare you be so arrogant?" He couldn't call Xu Chen worthless, but this man—he could. Zhao Zhendong's eyes flashed with coldness: "Good. You're done." At that moment, the referee raised the red flag: "Match—begin!"

*Whoosh! * In that instant, the furious Zhao Zhendong launched his attack first. He flashed before Ye Xuan, suspended midair, and struck with his right leg.

Instantly, the Shenfeng Earth-Shaking Leg activated—countless afterimages wrapped around his leg as it slammed toward Ye Xuan.

At that same moment, dust surged from the ground, a fierce aura erupted, and a violent force roared. The crowd nodded silently—rumors said this was an Earth Grade High Level leg technique, one that always drew blood. Now seeing it, it was truly astonishing—immense pressure!

If Ye Xuan had no tricks, he was finished. The many elders watching nodded inwardly—if he was only half as strong as Xu Chen, he couldn't block this.

"I said I'd end you with one strike—no second one."

Ye Xuan's face was grim as he activated the seventh sword of the Haoxuan Emperor Cloud Sword—the Haoxuan Space Sword!

This seventh sword could vanish into space, then reappear—thousands of Spiritual Qi longswords bursting forth from the void.

Its traits: speed, precision, brutality—unpredictable and impossible to defend against. *Shhh! *

*Shhh! *

*Shhh! *

The next second, Zhao Zhendong was horrified to find all space around him shattered.

Spatial currents churned wildly, then countless Spiritual Qi longswords shot out—straight into his dazed gaze. Ultimately, all thousand blades pierced Zhao Zhendong's body. *Puff! *

His Shenfeng Earth-Shaking Leg hadn't even landed—his entire body was already crippled by blades. He spat a mouthful of blood; the leg technique, still not near Ye Xuan, vanished completely. He fell to the ground, filled with disbelief and rage, trembling uncontrollably. He realized his tendons and sinews in arms and legs had all been severed, his shoulder blades shattered. Worst of all—his dantian was destroyed.

This scene was worse than Gao Yao's just moments ago—because it meant he might never cultivate again. "No… impossible… how could you be this strong…"

Unable to stand, Zhao Zhendong shook his head wildly, eyes wide with disbelief. "Wasn't he supposed to be half of Xu Chen's strength? Why does he feel stronger than Xu Chen?" "Holy shit…"

Tens of thousands of spectators, geniuses from major sects, and elders—all froze in shock. This outcome was the complete opposite of their predictions. This Ye Xuan—he wasn't weak at all!

The referee gasped, then hurriedly announced: "Match won by Ye Xuan of Jixia Xuegong." He spoke, slightly stunned—he hadn't seen a match like this in ages.

One strike. Truly, one strike—crushed an opponent of the same level. And this opponent was a Saint Son! Terrifying. Xu Chen showed no surprise—he was the protagonist, after all. If the protagonist couldn't do this, what was the point? Ye Xuan exhaled, feeling vindicated.

They said I'm only half of Xu Chen's strength? Hah. I laughed. Just now, who dares say I'm not strong? But the next second, Ye Xuan's lips twitched.

Because Shangguan Luoyun spoke again: "Good. You performed steadily." The Empress nodded: "Indeed. We were mistaken earlier—this strength is half of Xu Chen's. Our error."

*Whoosh! *

As soon as she spoke, the crowd erupted again. This Ye Xuan—was he truly only half as strong as Xu Chen? Then did Xu Chen's previous displays not reflect his true strength? *Hiss! *

They drew sharp breaths. Could the Jixia Xuegong's Young Palace Master really be this terrifying? Then Xu Chen—could he fight a Seventh Grade Perfection? Instantly, the elders present fixed their gazes on the calm Xu Chen, preparing to observe closely. The rival geniuses silently ranked Xu Chen as one of their greatest threats. Such a formidable enemy must not be underestimated.

Ye Xuan heard their words and went numb.

Fuck. When I'm weak, they say I'm useless. When I'm strong, they say I'm exactly half of Xu Chen's. In other words, no matter what I do, I'm always inferior to Xu Chen? He gritted his teeth—because of this match, Xu Chen wasn't just spared disrespect—he'd become mysteriously, impossibly powerful. I'm sick.

This situation could only be salvaged by thoroughly crushing Xu Chen. Thinking this, he returned to his seat, gloomy and silent. Once again, he became invisible.

Because all eyes were now fixed on Xu Chen. Luo Shen and Shangguan Luoyun watched with satisfaction—excellent. The effect was achieved. At this moment, the referee continued: "Match ten: Bu Fengshuang of Jixia Xuegong versus Yi Bingrou, Saintess of Frost Sect." Xu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly—here it comes. 3.6—the new female lead, Yi Bingrou. In the original text, Frost Sect was originally a subordinate of Taichu Sacred Land; later, its Sect Master wanted to offer Yi Bingrou to Yang Hao. Yang Hao, frustrated by his failed pursuit of the Empress, sought a woman to keep him company. Just as he was about to succeed, the protagonist Ye Xuan descended from the heavens and rescued Yi Bingrou. Thus, Yang Hao swore to kill Ye Xuan, and Yi Bingrou swore to aid Ye Xuan—typical plot.

Xu Chen recalled it, but felt no emotion.

But this Yi Bingrou was strong—born with the legendary "Frost Saint Body." Any ice technique, she mastered instantly. As she walked, frost crystallized around her—anyone of equal level trapped by it would instantly freeze solid, immobile. Even those above her level couldn't easily break the ice. She held the Ice Frost Staff, wore a blue robe, possessed exquisite beauty, a cold expression, and a slender figure.

With each light step, frost formed wherever she trod.

Instantly, the Yanwuchang was filled with chilling air. The crowd gasped—such intense ice aura. Now, Jixia Xuegong must lose at least one match.