Nine Revolutions Star Technique-Chapter 430 - 432: With a Single Finger, Stirring Rivers and Seas!
Crown Prince?
What an arrogant and domineering title.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
"Crown Prince!"
The young men lying on the ground groaning also collectively froze, their eyes filled with fanaticism as they loudly proclaimed.
"Successor of Divine Sword Manor... Xie Wangsun!"
Immediately.
The entire place was in uproar.
Everyone looked at the proud, lofty, and untouchable young man in the center of the venue.
If the identity of Lin Pojun earlier was equivalent to being crushed by Mount Tai for everyone, then the identity of this young man now was like an immovable Holy Mountain.
Moreover, the Xingyue Alliance established by Divine Sword Manor was waving the banner against the Celestial God Sect, expanding its influence like a snowball, now faintly having the momentum to rival the Celestial God Sect.
As for Xie Wangsun, he was someone who stood above ten thousand others.
So.
Calling him ’Crown Prince’ was not excessive at all.
"Can’t even handle this little thing, truly disappointing!" Xie Wangsun stood in the venue, sighing lightly.
"Crown Prince!" Cold sweat immediately appeared on Lin Pojun’s forehead.
The Xingyue Alliance was preparing to go to war with the Mountain Division, which would inevitably lead to a fierce battle. He volunteered to collect all the Spirit Herbs within Celestial Sword City for subsequent healing preparations.
It had been smooth sailing until now, but who would have thought he would stumble in this small Medicine King Pavilion?
"However, since you are my man, I naturally won’t sit by and do nothing after you’ve been humiliated." Xie Wangsun’s gaze turned and fell upon Ye Qingchen. "You are truly audacious, daring to lay hands on someone from our Xingyue Alliance!"
The crowd’s eyes all turned to Ye Qingchen, showing sympathy.
It was as if they had just chased away a wolf, and now a tiger had appeared.
Many even sneered:
"This kid is in big trouble! When Lin Pojun spoke earlier, he should have obediently handed over the Dragon Bone Supreme Yang Grass. Now, he’s in a bigger mess, and it’s not just him, even his family might be in danger!"
"Indeed, no matter how strong he is, does he dare contend with the Xingyue Alliance? This Crown Prince is a Qilin’Er of Divine Sword Manor, a heavenly prodigy! Not yet thirty, and has already reached Celestial Saint Sixth Layer! Perhaps, before forty, he’ll become the Strongest Celestial Saint!"
At this time, Lin Pojun also got up, looking at Ye Qingchen with schadenfreude, "You little bastard, now that the Crown Prince is here, what will you do?"
"Xingyue Alliance?"
Ye Qingchen, sitting there, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
He hadn’t expected that just buying a Spirit Medicine would run him into someone from the Xingyue Alliance.
"Now, are you afraid? Regretting? But it’s too late for that now!" Xie Wangsun gave Ye Qingchen a deep look, his voice cold:
"I now give you two choices!"
"First, hand over the Dragon Bone Supreme Yang Grass, disable your limbs, and get out of Celestial Sword City, and I might let bygones be bygones!"
"Second, I will take action myself!"
As his words fell.
Lin Pojun’s followers all stepped forward, their momentum imposing. It seemed as if Ye Qingchen didn’t comply, they would intervene themselves.
The guests at the Medicine King Pavilion, upon witnessing this, were afraid of being implicated and retreated far away in avoidance.
"Afraid?"
Su Muzhe stood there, almost laughing. He glanced at Ye Qingchen, speaking in a low voice, "Young Master Ye, do you want me to drive away these people..."
Even Ye Qingchen couldn’t help but chuckle.
Indeed.
Currently, in the Western Region, various factions were rising to oppose the Celestial God Sect. The Xingyue Alliance was indeed a preeminent force, centering on Divine Sword Manor, encompassing seven or eight continents, and composed of dozens of Strongest Celestial Saints.
Its power and influence were indeed formidable, akin to a tiger devouring thousands of miles.
But.
While others feared the Xingyue Alliance, it didn’t mean Ye Qingchen did.
He slowly put down the teacup in his hand, looking at Xie Wangsun with a somewhat amused expression, then sighed.
"Why do you sigh?" Xie Wangsun squinted his eyes.
"I sigh at your ignorance of the immensity of heaven and earth!" Ye Qingchen said calmly, "Even if your father Xie Xiaofeng came, he would have to be respectful before me! Who are you to say such things to me?"
"What did you say?" Xie Wangsun’s face was filled with anger, a murderous intent swelling in his eyes.
In his heart, his father was the master of Divine Sword Manor. Having now established the Xingyue Alliance, his power was imminent. For such a young lad to insult his father was intolerable.
Even the master of the Medicine King Pavilion couldn’t help but shout internally: ’At a time like this, you still dare to say such things? Do you really not fear death? Do you not know the means of the Xingyue Alliance?’
Others around also took a sharp breath.
It was known.
Xie Xiaofeng not only had a high reputation in Divine Sword Manor but was also a law-speaking figure within the entire Xingyue Alliance. For Ye Qingchen to dare speak against him, was this not courting death?
Sure enough.
As the words fell, Xie Wangsun’s followers all displayed anger:
"What nonsense are you spouting, child?"
"How dare you!"
"Such audacity!"
And behind Xie Wangsun, a grey-robed elder carrying a long sword stepped forward, his expression icy as he said, "To dare humiliate the master, you’re seeking death!"
This grey-robed elder stood there like a withered tree, his presence almost imperceptible. But now, as he took a step forward, he became impossible to ignore, exuding a sharpness like a drawn divine sword.
Before anyone could react.
The grey-robed elder had already stepped forward, arriving in front of Ye Qingchen with lightning speed, drawing his sword suddenly and slashing down, a brilliant sword light spanning several meters, descending upon Ye Qingchen.
The domineering sword light felt like it was tearing through the air, emitting a piercing whistle, seemingly capable of cutting through anything! Unbreakable!
"Is that the Sword Slave?!"
A cry rose from the crowd.
"Haha, the Sword Slave has made his move!"
Lin Pojun’s eyes were full of excitement.
This grey-clad elder, known as the Sword Slave, was once a peerless swordsman in the Western Region. After making a formidable enemy and experiencing personal disaster, he took on the name Sword Slave and joined Divine Sword Manor.
It’s said he only followed orders from Xie Xiaofeng!
Most importantly, this Sword Slave was also a Strongest Celestial Saint!
"That kid is done for!"
Those around, seeing this scene, shook their heads in dismay.
With the Sword Slave taking action.
Everything was over.
The young men who followed Lin Pojun were all smirking coldly, they hated that Ye Qingchen had left them no leeway, crippling their limbs. Now, it was time for their opponent to pay the price!
Yet.
Just as everyone thought Ye Qingchen couldn’t escape this ordeal, Ye Qingchen slightly raised his head, extending a finger like white jade, gently dipping it into the nearby tea, lifting a drop of water with his fingertip.
The water drop was crystal clear, suspended in mid-air, radiating a mysterious glow. Then, Ye Qingchen flicked his finger!
With a booming sound.
Like overwhelming waves! Turning rivers and seas!
