Chapter 293 - 295: Far Too Weak!

Boom!

The words fell.

The entire auction went silent.

Everyone stared at Box Number One in disbelief, unable to trust their ears. After Jian Xun’s declaration, nearly everyone opted to retreat, yet the guest inside Box Number One continued?

Is he not afraid of provoking Jian Xun? Not afraid of angering the Spirit Coffin Sect?

At this moment, Jian Xun was also extremely infuriated.

Bear in mind, he was not only part of the Spirit Coffin Sect but also a formidable presence on the silver battle rank. Everyone who sees him must remain respectful, yet at this auction, he was repeatedly humiliated.

"Brother, are you truly unwilling to give me face?" Jian Xun’s voice had turned utterly cold. "Do you know who you’re talking to? Aren’t you afraid this behavior will invite trouble for yourself?"

Following Jian Xun’s words, everyone could feel an uncontrollable rage quietly spread.

"What are you, to warrant me showing you face?" Ye Qingchen’s voice emerged from Box Number One. "You, a mere thirteenth on the silver battle rank, dare to be arrogant before me? Even if it were your Spirit Coffin Sect’s elders or hall masters, they’d dare not be presumptuous before me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue was in uproar.

To not give Jian Xun face was one thing. But now, speaking such words, involving the entire Spirit Coffin Sect. Even Han Yunsheng, who had remained silent, squinted his eyes, a flash of anger in them.

For a moment.

Within the auction, the crowd shook their heads repeatedly.

"Where did this fool come from? Daring to speak to Jian Xun like this?"

"Indeed, with such a demeanor, doesn’t he fear completely offending the Spirit Coffin Sect?"

Sure enough.

As the words fell.

Jian Xun’s complexion changed drastically, a strong killing intent gleaming in his eyes.

"You’re courting death!"

Originally already displeased with Box Number One for repeatedly snatching his spirit medicine, now the other party said such words, not only to insult him but the entire Spirit Coffin Sect as well. "You dare speak to me like this, I’ll twist your head off and tear you limb from limb! Let the world know the consequences of insulting our Spirit Coffin Sect!"

With these words spoken, a heaven-shocking evil qi, without any sign, erupted fiercely.

Before anyone could react.

Astonishingly.

"Boom!"

A green lightning bolt suddenly shot out from Box Number Nine.

That was Jian Xun.

Only seeing.

A face full of anger, at lightning speed, Jian Xun swiftly drew his sword, a beam of sword light like a brocade streaked through the void, blasting towards Box Number One.

The sharp sword qi emitted a piercing whistle, shattering Box Number One, revealing Ye Qingchen and Qin Wentian sitting inside.

"Jian Xun is truly enraged!"

"Indeed, he unexpectedly struck directly at the auction; such behavior is tyrannical, isn’t it?"

A clamor arose from among the crowd.

But Jian Xun’s sword was truly too rapid. Before anyone could react, Jian Xun’s sword was already directly pointing at Ye Qingchen, the enormous and terrifying sword qi locking onto Ye Qingchen’s aura entirely!

Witnessing this move, everyone’s pupils shrank, hearts trembling violently.

’Luckily, I didn’t challenge Jian Xun; otherwise, that sword would have been aimed at me!’

Everyone thought inwardly, even involuntarily inhaling sharply. Jian Xun’s strength was truly too overpowering, exceeding their imagination. Even a casual hit from him could effortlessly kill them.

Numerous people wore cold smiles.

The young man in Box Number One, truly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, daring to challenge Jian Xun?

Now is your unfortunate moment.

And Jian Xun’s face exposed a trace of a cruel smile, preparing to slice this repeatedly provoking youth in half with a single sword stroke, letting his blood sprinkle across the sky.

Han Yunsheng’s face was full of mockery, as if ridiculing Ye Qingchen for seeking his own demise.

The crowd shook their heads repeatedly, unable to bear watching anymore. Yet at this moment, Ye Qingchen slowly raised his head, extended his right hand, gently flicking his finger.

All of a sudden.

A thunderous finger, a divine finger!

In the shocked eyes of all present, Ye Qingchen’s jade-like finger lightly touched Jian Xun’s sword.

"Clang!"

In the void.

An explosive sound erupted.

Witnessed.

A white powerful qi burst directly from Ye Qingchen’s fingertip, like mist, directly shooting outward in all directions. The terrifying force drove up a fierce gust of wind, tossing those nearby aside.

A visually discernible stormy wave swiftly swept in every direction, forcing everyone to retreat further and further.

Upon stopping, everyone immediately looked forward.

Wanting to see the result of this clash.

However.

Upon clearly seeing the scene, everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.

Amidst the wild winds, Ye Qingchen still stood there, feet rooted half an inch into the ground. Around him, the box’s exquisite paintings, tea tables, and chairs were all shattered and collapsed, a desolate sight.

While Jian Xun’s unstoppable sword was effortlessly blocked by a single finger, and he remained unscathed.

"How is this possible?"

Jian Xun stood stunned in place.

He couldn’t fathom how this young man blocked his attack with just a finger. Before he realized it, the other coldly huffed, softly spitting out one word:

"Scram!"

Thud!

As the word fell.

Jian Xun felt an unreasonably violent force, almost without warning, akin to a tidal wave, rushing back toward his body.

"Boom!"

In everyone’s incredulous gaze, Jian Xun was shockingly sent flying by Ye Qingchen’s finger’s power, losing balance, flying backward. His body crossed dozens of meters, crashing into a wall, directly flying out of the auction venue.

The entire venue fell silent, everyone standing frozen, at a loss.

"How can this be?"

"With just a finger, this youth sent Jian Xun flying?"

"The disparity is too vast. Earlier, Jian Xun’s sword was nearly celestial, exemplifying a Profound Core Ninth Heaven practitioner’s might impeccably. Yet he was sent flying by this youth’s single finger?"

Boom!

Following a brief moment of astonishment, looking at Ye Qingchen standing there unscathed. Then gazing at the already flown-out Jian Xun, the entire auction burst into uproarious exclamations.

And in the shaken eyes all around, he slowly retracted his right hand, his cool voice resonating throughout the venue:

"This is the power of someone ranked thirteenth on the silver battle rank?"

"Truly too weak!"