"Is this the legendary Northern Liang King? The strongest among the kings of the four war zones? He doesn't seem that impressive to !"
"Right, how strong can this clean-cut guy really be?"
"Hey, keep your voices down! Our military strategist got killed by his n this afternoon for offending him. You still dare to talk about the Northern Liang King? Are you asking for death?"
"Psh, as if the Northern Liang King controls heaven and earth, can he also control what I say? I'm not cursing him; I'm just doubting he's as strong as the legends say! If he wants to kill over these words, so be it!"
...
With Ye Ling and his companions' arrival, murmurs from the Southern Border army soldiers watching the scene began to rise.
Everyone's attitude toward Ye Ling, the Northern Liang King, was extrely cold, even disdainful.
It was as if the execution of Shi Buyun earlier that afternoon wasn't enough to make them realize the Northern Liang King's capabilities.
"These damned creatures, my lord, let kill a few more to make them recognize their place?"
Chen Dao's expression darkened to the extre as he spoke in a cold voice.
Ye Ling heard this and just shook his head with a smile, saying nonchalantly, "I hope they can still laugh when Mo Tianwen dies in a while."
Hearing his words, Chen Dao stopped speaking and just looked at Mo Tianwen on the stage with an almost pitying gaze, who still appeared proud and arrogant.
"Northern Liang King, you've arrived. Why not co up to the stage?"
Mo Tianwen looked at Ye Ling with contempt and said.
Hearing this, Ye Ling let out a cold laugh and said lightly, "It's the first ti I've seen soone so eager to die."
As soon as the words fell, Ye Ling leapt up and stood in front of Mo Tianwen!
"Elder Wu, this is the life-or-death agreent I signed with the Northern Liang King. Please, trouble yourself to witness this duel!"
Mo Tianwen took the life-or-death agreent bearing his and Ye Ling's nas and threw it to an old man below the stage, speaking with respectful manners.
The old man nodded slightly and said slowly, "The life-or-death agreent is in order. Let fate decide the outco of this duel!"
"If there are no objections from either side, then the fight may begin!"
Ye Ling looked at Chen Dao and said, "Throw a blade!"
"Got it!"
Chen Dao imdiately responded, strode to a Southern Border army soldier, plucked the saber from his waist, and threw it towards Ye Ling on the stage.
The blade glided through the air and landed firmly in Ye Ling's hand amid the crowd's watchful eyes.
"How dare you take my blade!"
The Southern Border army soldier's eyes turned cold as he looked at Chen Dao.
Chen Dao glanced at him and said flatly, "If you don't want to die, you'd better stand there quietly."
"Otherwise, don't think that just because this is the Southern Border army headquarters I won't dare to kill you."
As the words were uttered, an overwhelming killing intent instantly enveloped the soldier.
Feeling the terrifying killing intent emanating from Chen Dao, the soldier's expression violently shifted, and he imdiately averted his gaze from Chen Dao, not daring to look anymore.
"Hmph! Worthless trash, daring to mock my lord."
"If it weren't for the lord's kindness, all of you would be dead by now!"
Chen Dao let out a cold snort and swept his disdainful gaze slowly over the multitude of Southern Border soldiers before turning and returning to He Feng and the others.
anwhile, on the stage, Ye Ling gripped the handle of the saber and spun it, creating a flourish. In that instant, the once ordinary-looking saber seed to be endowed with new life in his hand!
The flash of the blade dazzled those it touched, and for a brief mont, people were srized as if the blade in Ye Ling's hand were the brightest light in the world.
"You don't even have your own blade, and you dare call yourself a genius of the saber? Ridiculous!"
Mo Tianwen looked at Ye Ling with disdain and said.
Ye Ling glanced at him, extended a hand, and beckoned to Mo Tianwen, "Hurry up, I don't have all day to waste here with you!"
"Hmph! Since you're in such a rush to court death, then I shall oblige you!"
Mo Tianwen coldly snorted with a gloomy expression.
He then drew the broadsword from behind his back, Mo Tianwen's broadsword was twice as wide as the one in Ye Ling's hand.
The massive blade glead cold and fierce.
Without any hesitation, Mo Tianwen raised his hand to deliver a killing strike, sending the broadsword straight for Ye Ling's neck.
"Whoosh!"
The piercing sound of wind rang by Ye Ling's ears.
Just as the blade was about to chop into Ye Ling's neck, that's when Ye Ling finally moved.
He quickly lifted the knife in his hand, using the back of the blade to et Mo Tianwen's broadsword.
"Seeking death!"
Seeing Ye Ling prepare to withstand his strike with the back of his blade, Mo Tianwen also said disdainfully.
During the speech, he further increased the strength in his hand, and the speed of the broadsword surged again.
"Ding!"
The grating sound of tal clashing echoed in everyone's ears.
Everyone's expression changed, their eyes instantly filled with disbelief.
They saw that Mo Tianwen's broadsword had stopped just three centiters from Ye Ling's neck.
And it was Ye Ling's ordinary Southern Border army saber that had blocked Mo Tianwen's strike.
One must know that Mo Tianwen, as a knife genius of the Guiyi Dao Sect, wielded a broadsword specially made by the sect's master smiths, unmatched in material and craftsmanship compared to ordinary swords.
And Ye Ling's blade was just a common saber issued to every soldier in the Southern Border army, in no way comparable to the broadsword in Mo Tianwen's hands.
Yet, such a disparity between the two blades, and they were at a stalemate.
Shock filled Mo Tianwen's eyes as well.
Only he, the one holding the broadsword, truly knew the terrifying force of the rebound when the two blades collided a mont ago!
The broadsword's edge was rely three centiters from Ye Ling's neck—just three more centiters would have been enough to kill Ye Ling on this stage.
But those three centiters were like an insurmountable chasm between Mo Tianwen and Ye Ling, no matter how hard Mo Tianwen tried, he just couldn't cross that gap!
"Is this the strength of the so-called blade prodigy? Quite disappointing, I must say," Ye Ling said indifferently.
As the words fell, Ye Ling had already raised his other hand and flicked his finger against Mo Tianwen's broadsword.
"Crack!"
A sound of tal fracturing imdiately followed.
To the horrified gazes of the onlookers, Mo Tianwen's specially crafted broadsword had developed a crack.
And the crack was spreading at a terrifying speed, covering the blade in just a few breaths.
One must realize this dreadful outco was caused by just a flick of Ye Ling's finger.
"You... you are the War King..."
Mo Tianwen's face was filled with terror, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Mo Tianwen was no fool, by now, how could he not realize that Ye Ling's strength was far above his!
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