Chapter 547: Instant Defeat
"Wenji, you go!" Yun Qinghong spoke after a brief silence.
"Ah... me?" Behind Yun Qinghong, a rather young-looking man dressed in palace attire pointed at himself, his face showing panic and fluster.
Wenji was the son of King Xu, and his talent and strength were extraordinary, but with his twenty-nine years and Overlord Xuan Realm Level 2 profound energy, in this gathering that included the most outstanding figures of the entire Huan Yao Realm, he was far from qualified. But with Yun Qinghong's command, Wenji could only brace himself and walk forward.
Subhuan Junwang's gaze shifted to him, a disdainful smile curling at the corner of his mouth. In terms of profound strength alone, Subhuan Junwang was a full two levels above him, and moreover, he had comprehended a profound art at the late-stage King Xuan Realm level. With Wenji's strength, the outcome was all but determined.
"Wait a moment!"
Just as Wenji was about to step onto the stage, a voice suddenly rang out from the West Seat. A young man in a blue robe swiftly leaped into the air and landed before Subhuan Junwang, cupping his hands. "Your Highness, I have long admired your renowned name. I beg your guidance."
Seeing that someone was voluntarily coming forward, Xiao Yaohou's brow slightly furrowed, but sub-huan junwang's face showed delight. "Who are you?"
"Junwang, I am the general of the Cangfeng Imperial Clan—Mu Huanzhi!"
"Mu Huanzhi?" Subhuan Junwang sneered. "A mere Overlord Xuan Realm Level 2 dares to challenge me? You're courting death!"
"Junwang's strength is profound. I only seek to witness the might of Your Highness the Junwang." Mu Huanzhi smiled faintly, then pulled out a long sword, the tip pointing straight ahead.
"Since you're looking for death, then I'll grant your wish!" Subhuan Junwang sneered, then his body moved, and a crimson long blade appeared in his hand.
"Wait!"
Just then, Xiao Yaohou suddenly spoke. "Before today's battle, I already said it would be a battle between the younger generation. You are a general of the Cangfeng Imperial Clan, not a member of the Cangfeng Royal Family. Your participation violates the rules."
"Heh, Xiao Yaohou, you are wrong." Subhuan Junwang replied coldly. "Mu Huanzhi is indeed the general of the Cangfeng Imperial Clan, but he is also a disciple of the Cangfeng Mystic Palace! And the Cangfeng Mystic Palace is a subsidiary of our Huan Yao Realm. How can you say he doesn't qualify?"
Xiao Yaohou frowned. The Cangfeng Mystic Palace was indeed subject to the Huan Yao Realm's jurisdiction, but now was not the time to wrangle over such details. She waved her hand and said, "Since that's the case, then fight."
"Thank you, Xiao Yaohou." Muwen Zhi smiled, then his gaze turned to Suhuan Junwang. "Junwang, please enlighten me!"
"Seeking death!" Su Huan Junwang snorted, and his profound energy surged, radiating a deep crimson light.
Mu Huanzhi didn't say much more. With a sweep of his long sword, a blue sword light howled as it swept toward Suhuan Junwang.
"Bang!"
Subhuan Junwang swung his long blade, easily blocking the sword light. "Is that all you've got? Truly disappointing!"
"Heh, of course not!" Mu Huanzhi let out a cold laugh, and his body suddenly flickered, transforming into several afterimages, all closing in on Subhuan Junwang from different directions.
"Hmph, a petty trick!" Subhuan Junwang gave a disdainful sneer. Crimson light burst from his body as he swung his long blade horizontally, a blood-red blade aura sweeping out in all directions.
"Clang clang clang clang!"
Sparks flew as sword and blade clashed repeatedly. Muwen Zhi's attacks were fierce and swift, but his profound strength was ultimately inferior to Subhuan Junwang's. After just a few exchanges, he was forced back continuously by the opponent's heavy blade.
"Pah!"
With a loud shout, Suhhuan Junwang's long blade erupted with brilliant blood light, directly shattering Muwen Zhi's sword image and then heavily slashing at his chest.
"Pfft!"
Mu Huanzhi spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying backward like a broken kite, heavily crashing dozens of feet away.
"Pathetic!" Su Huan Junwang laughed triumphantly, "Is there anyone else coming to die?"
The faces of Yun Qinghong and the others turned increasingly unsightly. Xiao Yaohou's brows were tightly knit. The younger generation of the West Seat had already produced three individuals, yet none had been able to withstand even a few moves from the East Seat. This was simply too humiliating.
"Let me!"
Suddenly, a clear voice rang out, and a young man in a silver robe leaped out from the West Seat, landing in the center of the hall.
This young man looked to be in his early twenties, handsome and extraordinary, exuding an aura of nobility. He was none other than the son of King Yu, a prince—Yun Wuxin!
"Yun Wuxin?" When Subhuan Junwang saw the newcomer, his expression finally turned serious. Yun Wuxin was renowned as the most talented of the younger generation in the Xiawang Fu, and his profound strength had already reached the Overlord Xuan Realm Level 3.
"Brother Subhuan, please advise me!" Yun Wuxin clasped his hands, his tone calm.
"Heh, since Prince Yun has appeared personally, I naturally must offer my full effort!" Suhuan Junwang let out a cold laugh, his profound energy surging once more.
"Please!"
Yun Wuxin's expression remained unchanged. He drew his long sword, and sword light flickered, as swift as lightning, directly piercing toward Subhuan Junwang.
"Good!" Subhuan Junwang shouted, his long blade whistling through the air as he met the attack head-on.
"Boom!"
A violent collision of profound energy erupted, air waves sweeping in all directions. The two swiftly exchanged several moves, their forms flickering within the palace hall, sword and blade clashing continuously.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
With each collision, everyone present could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within. Yun Wuxin's strength was clearly superior to Muwen Zhi's, but against the more seasoned Subhuan Junwang, he still remained at a disadvantage.
"Sky Splitting Slash!"
Suhuan Junwang roared angrily, and the long blade in his hand burst with dazzling blood light, as if intending to split the very heavens. Facing this strike, Yun Wuxin's expression turned serious as he hastily swung his sword to block.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion rang out, and Yun Wuxin's body was forced back dozens of steps by the immense force before he finally stabilized himself. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"Heh, Prince Yun, your skills are still lacking!" Subhuan Junwang laughed triumphantly, but then his gaze turned fierce. "Since you're here, don't leave!"
As soon as his voice fell, his body suddenly leaped up, the long blade in his hand whistling through the air as it slashed down at Yun Wuxin.
"Not good!" Yun Qinghong's expression changed drastically, but it was too late to save him.
Just at that critical moment, a streak of sword light suddenly shot out from the West Seat, arriving in an instant and heavily clashing with Subhuan Junwang's long blade.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew everywhere, and Subhuan Junwang's body was forced to retreat several steps. The one who made the move was a young man in black, standing indifferently with a long sword in hand.
"Who are you?" Subhuan Junwang's gaze turned cold as he stared at the uninvited guest.
"Shadow Ridge, Yun Che!" The young man's voice was calm, but it stirred waves of shock throughout the hall.
"Yun Che!" Everyone's expression changed dramatically.
Yun Che actually took the initiative to appear!
"Heh, interesting." Subhuan Junwang laughed, his eyes carrying a hint of playfulness. "So it's Yun Che of the Yun family. I've heard of your great name for a long time. Since you've come to court death, I'll see what abilities you have!"
"Enough nonsense!" Yun Che said coldly, "One move!"
"One move?" Subhuan Junwang was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but burst into loud laughter. "You want to defeat me in one move? What a joke!"
"Is that so?" Yun Che's expression remained unchanged. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at Subhuan Junwang.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sword intent filled the air, causing everyone present to feel a chill run down their backs. Subhuan Junwang's smile froze on his face, replaced by intense shock.
What kind of sword intent is this!
"How is this possible!" Subhuan Junwang roared in anger, his profound energy erupting completely, the profound strength of the Overlord Xuan Realm Level 4 surging madly outward. But in the next moment, a sword light flashed!
So fast!
Subhuan Junwang felt a flower before his eyes, and the sword light was already in front of him. He hurriedly raised his long blade to block, but the sword light suddenly changed direction, impossibly bypassing his defense and stabbing straight into his chest!
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood gushed wildly, and Subhuan Junwang's body flew backward upside down, heavily smashing through the wall of the hall before finally crashing to the ground outside, unconscious.
In just one move, Subhuan Junwang—utterly defeated!
The entire Yaohuang Palace fell into dead silence.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the black-clothed young man in the center, their eyes filled with shock and incredulity.
Subhuan Junwang, who could be ranked in the top half among the younger generation of the East Seat, had actually been defeated by Yun Che in just one move!
How strong has this Yun Che become!