Chapter 107: Witnesses of the Times (Part 4)

The Heavenly Sword Holy Land
an uninvited guest arrived.
“An unnamed swordsman has come to challenge the younger generation of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land!”
Outside the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, a young man riding a white horse appeared. A small white kitten lay in his arms. He stroked the kitten's fur, his eyes calm and undisturbed. Surrounded by the members of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, he showed no fear.
“Who...are you?”
Su Chen's words startled the outer elders of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land. Although the young man was simply dressed, his demeanor was far beyond what could be cultivated by an ordinary force.
Su Chen did not raise his eyes, but simply said softly, “I have heard that the Heavenly Sword Holy Land is the foremost swordsmanship in the Southern Region, and I also possess some knowledge of swordsmanship. I have come to pay a visit, hoping that someone within the Heavenly Sword Holy Land is worthy of my swordplay.”
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land understood Su Chen's meaning: he had come to challenge the sect!
As disciples of a holy land, how could they have ever been so humiliated?
"Who do you think you are? Daring to challenge the younger generation of my Heavenly Sword Holy Land!"
"Let me, Yan Shun, defeat you and show you the difference between you and my Heavenly Sword Holy Land!"
A young figure stepped forward, drawing his sword and charging towards Su Chen.
Su Chen didn't even glance at him. Suddenly, the young figure froze, dumbfounded.
He didn't know when his clothes had been torn to shreds by the crisscrossing sword energy. The cool air clung to his skin. Belatedly realizing what had happened, he stood frozen, drenched in cold sweat, filled with terror.
The arena was deathly silent. Even the outer sect elders hadn't seen what methods the young man had used, but they knew that if he wanted to kill Yan Shun, it would only take a single thought!
Yan Shun was the senior disciple of the outer sect, the most promising candidate to enter the inner sect… Just who was this young man?
At this moment, they realized… perhaps the young man's words, challenging the entire younger generation of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, were not a joke!
"Too weak. If this is the level of a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, then I am deeply disappointed."
Su Chen continued to stroke Hu Miaomiao. It seemed that for him, defeating Yan Shun was less important than petting his cat. This contemptuous attitude, showing no regard for the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, enraged the members of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land.
Arrogant... utterly arrogant!
When had the Heavenly Sword Holy Land ever suffered such humiliation?
Several elders were even more furious: "Let's take down this ignorant brat! No matter what power he's backing, how dare he insult our Heavenly Sword Holy Land like this! He must pay the price!"
The elders of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land keenly sensed the newcomer's ill intentions and wanted to seize the opportunity to strike first and end this farce.
Faced with their attack, the white horse beneath Su Chen suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura. The dazzling gold in its pupils shattered like glass, and the elders who were about to attack were instantly pressed to the ground, unable to move.
Tiger Miaomiao, nestled in Su Chen's arms, trembled. Su Chen could only try to soothe her.
"Dragon...Dragon's might...This is the legendary Dragon-Horse bloodline!"
"This terrifying aura, I've only ever felt it on the Venerable Elders of the Inner Sect...That young man's white horse is actually a Nirvana Realm Demon Venerable!"
"...."
Everyone was shocked.
Su Chen looked at the crowd, unable to get up, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He said calmly, "Is this the demeanor of your Heavenly Sword Holy Land? It's truly disappointing. Bullying the weak, or are you just sore losers?"
The elder who had joined forces to attack Su Chen blushed, both angry and ashamed.
Just then, a beam of light appeared, revealing a young figure who coldly said, "Enough! You've come to challenge the younger generation of my Heavenly Sword Holy Land, so just come and challenge them! Why humiliate them like this?"
Su Chen smiled faintly, simply saying, "Finally, a decent fellow has arrived."
The other members of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land showed delight upon seeing the newcomer: "It's Song Zhenchuan... This is a young king, and a super genius ranked eighteenth on our Southern Region's Prodigy Ranking! With Song Zhenchuan's help, we'll surely defeat this arrogant fool!"
Song Zhenchuan stared coldly at Su Chen, saying, "If you want to fight, I, Song Quan, will fight you. Let's see just how much you're worth, coming to my Heavenly Sword Holy Land to act so arrogantly!"
Song Quan struck first, ancient runes rising from his sword as he unleashed a direct slash at Su Chen, showing no mercy. If Su Chen couldn't block it, he would be easily killed by this attack.
Facing this attack, Su Chen merely extended one finger, not even two. His finger was wreathed in terrifying sword intent, seemingly capable of cleaving everything in its path. Ripples spread through the space before him, like an illusion. His single finger transformed into an indestructible sword beam. Song Quan's full-force attack, touching this sword beam, was utterly futile, like an egg hitting a rock.
This sight widened Song Quan's eyes in disbelief. His proud attack had been so easily countered. As the sword energy surged, he remained dazed for a long time, until a cool breeze chilled him to the bone. Only then did he have to accept reality.
"I...I've lost..."
Song Quan was dejected, his eyes vacant, his conviction in the sword path wavering.
Song Quan's defeat shocked the entire Heavenly Sword Holy Land. The defeat of a true disciple was no small matter, especially to be defeated by the very essence of swordsmanship... Blocked at the entrance of the Holy Land, unable to withstand a single blow—what a humiliation!
If word gets out, the Heavenly Sword Holy Land will become a laughingstock throughout the Five Regions.
"Win... Summon all the younger generation disciples. We must win this match! No matter what means we use, the Heavenly Sword Holy Land cannot lose!"
The Holy Lord of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land immediately issued the order.
One by one, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land rushed to the battlefield.
"Stop your arrogance! I'll fight you!"
"Don't blame me for the indiscriminate sharpness of my sword!"
"I... how about you go first, Master Cheng?"
"..."
All the true disciples of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, without exception, were defeated by Su Chen. In the end, not one dared to fight Su Chen, because no one could withstand a single move from him. Watching those who were either enemies or friends, whose strength was in no way inferior to their own, fail to withstand even a single move from Su Chen, they hesitated, they retreated...
For a young and vigorous swordsman, hesitation and retreat... meant that the sword path was no longer flawless, until the nightmare in his heart was defeated!
Many powerful figures in the Holy Land sensed something was amiss. What a joke it would be if the Heavenly Sword Holy Land were to be crushed by a single sword strike among its younger generation!
"Wu Nian hasn't emerged from seclusion yet?"
The Holy Lord of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land frowned.
As the thought crossed his mind,
the Heavenly Sword Holy Land suddenly erupted in a series of sword cries.