Chapter 118 - 119: You Are Not Worthy!

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Outside the gate, the noise was incessant.

The people gathered here were all senior disciples of the eight major sects.

Upon learning of Ye Qingchen’s appearance in the Imperial Capital, they rushed over immediately, cursing and yelling.

It must be known.

Some of them were already alarmed upon hearing that Ye Qingchen had bested Lin Fan. But when they came aggressively, Ye Qingchen had already disappeared.

"Ye Qingchen, get out here!" shouted a brawny young man with a Yanling Heavy Saber on his back, his voice thunderous, causing those around to cover their ears.

"I think this brat doesn’t dare to come out!"

Among the crowd, a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect crossed his arms, squinting with a sneer full of disdain: "Hmph, to think such a cowardly turtle made it onto the Bronze List, this is simply a disgrace for our eight major sects!"

"In this situation, how dare he come out?" another disciple of the Celestial Essence Sword Sect chuckled with his arms behind his back: "Isn’t he afraid of being torn apart by so many people..."

As he spoke.

His gaze swept the surroundings.

Today, the gathering here numbered in the dozens.

Each of them possessed the cultivation of Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven, and every one of them was a strong competitor for the Bronze List.

A single spit from each would be enough to drown Ye Qingchen.

"Someone else is coming!"

The Celestial Essence Sword Sect disciple’s eyes flickered as he noticed a group approaching with a fierce aura.

Leading them was none other than Lin Fan!

However.

When Lin Fan arrived, he was taken aback by the scene before him.

He thought only three or five people had come for Ye Qingchen, but he hadn’t expected so many disciples from the eight major sects. Some were as strong as him, and some even stronger!

"Why are there so many people?"

Lin Fan was in shock.

Then he heard a series of urgent knocks, ’Dong! Dong! Dong!’

At this moment.

The courtyard door remained closed, and those gathered outside were growing increasingly furious.

"That brat really has no guts!"

"Indeed, he’s a disgrace to the Bronze List!"

"Does he think not opening the door will help him avoid this?"

"Since he won’t open the door, let’s break it down!"

The few people at the front looked at each other, their patience completely exhausted, and with a roar, they moved to smash the door.

However.

At that very moment.

The tightly shut main door suddenly opened.

Creek!

A sharp, grating sound quietly echoed.

In that instant.

The originally raucous atmosphere abruptly quieted, and many, sensing something, simultaneously turned to look at the door, unconsciously swallowing their saliva in unison.

"What an intimidating aura..."

It was a simple wooden door.

But in the eyes of the crowd, it seemed as if behind that door lurked a terrifying beast, ready to pounce and tear them apart at any moment.

Smack!

Almost instantly.

The aggressive crowd threatening to break down the door suddenly changed complexion, retreating several steps involuntarily. In an instant, the once-crowded entrance turned into a vacuum.

Until then.

The door fully opened, and a young man with a delicate appearance, dressed in a long robe, slowly walked out.

"Who are you?"

The muscular youth with the Yanling Heavy Saber looked rather unpleasant.

He, a mighty Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven powerhouse, a disciple of the Supreme Sect, was intimidated into retreating by a mere boy, which was utterly disgraceful. Wanting to save face, he quickly stepped forward and shouted.

"You smashed my door, demanding me to come out. Now that I’m out, who do you think I am?"

Ye Qingchen stood at the doorstep with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.

"Ye Qingchen!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

They had considered all the possibilities.

That faced with a siege, Ye Qingchen might choose to hide like a cowardly turtle, not daring to show himself.

Or that Ye Qingchen, knowing he couldn’t win, might secretly slip away.

Or even that Ye Qingchen might relinquish his spot on the Bronze List.

But.

No one expected that faced with such a situation, Ye Qingchen would dare to come out alone to face them.

"Fine, since you are here now, I’ll speak plainly!" the saber-wielding youth said arrogantly, "Ye Qingchen, I think you don’t deserve to be on the Bronze List. I wonder if you dare to fight me!"

"You?"

Ye Qingchen glanced at him and shook his head.

The saber-wielding youth sneered: "Afraid?"

Others shook their heads repeatedly as well.

They originally thought Ye Qingchen came out to accept the challengers.

Unexpectedly.

He simply shook his head.

"Oh, Ye Qingchen is actually afraid to fight him?" someone asked in surprise.

A disciple of the Celestial Essence Sword Sect sneered: "That saber-wielding youth, named Zong Sheng, is a top-notch Body Refining Powerhouse. I heard that before he even began cultivating, he could resist a thousand pounds."

"See that Yanling Heavy Saber on his back? It’s forged from Obsidian Goldstone, weighing three thousand six hundred pounds. Even some disciples on the Bronze List dread facing him."

Hiss!

The crowd couldn’t help but gasp, their expressions turning serious.

They hadn’t realized Zong Sheng was so terrifying.

No wonder Ye Qingchen didn’t dare to confront him.

"What a coward!"

Many sneered at Ye Qingchen’s head shake, their faces full of ridicule.

"Hmph, truly a disgrace to the Bronze List’s elite!" In the distance, Lin Fan snorted coldly as he witnessed this scene, "As a Bronze List elite, he actually dares to refuse a challenge?"

It must be known.

Anyone who could make it onto the Bronze List was an outstanding talent, brimming with confidence in their strength.

They would never refuse a challenge.

However.

Ye Qingchen refused in public.

As the crowd burst into laughter, looking at Ye Qingchen with sarcastic and disdainful eyes, feeling that he was just so-so, Ye Qingchen continued shaking his head:

"It’s not that I’m afraid!"

"Then what is it?" Zong Sheng narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.

Facing this Celestial Essence Sword Sect disciple, whose build was even more robust than Hong Man’s and cultivation at the Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven, Ye Qingchen remained calm, replying slowly: "It’s that you’re not worthy!"

Boom!

These words were shocking.

Everyone looked at Ye Qingchen with disbelief.

As if assessing an idiot!

He actually said Zong Sheng wasn’t worthy of a fight?

In an instant.

All eyes turned towards Zong Sheng.

They saw Zong Sheng’s face turn from blue to white, then red, as blood vessels surfaced in his eyes, "Ye Qingchen, did you actually say I’m not worthy?"

"Fine!"

"I want to see what you’re capable of!"

"Aaah!"

As the words fell.

Zong Sheng let out a hoarse roar.

The sound, like a Yellow Turban Warrior swinging a Thousand-Pound Hammer with all his might, crashing heavily on a copper bell, almost shattered the eardrums of those around, causing upheaval in their qi and blood, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

Swish!

Simultaneously.

He clenched his hands, gripping the Yanling Heavy Saber. The three thousand six hundred pound Yanling Saber seemed weightless in his hands, like a Golden Crow spreading its wings, ready to cut down Mount Hua.

The terrifying blade, like a collapsing mountain or an avalanche, surged directly at Ye Qingchen!