Su Chen did not answer.
Instead, he walked toward the interior of the Giant Sword Sect on his own.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Seeing that Su Chen actually intended to force his way into the sect, the two disciples were shocked, their voices raised suddenly, and they even lifted the longswords in their hands.
But Su Chen ignored them.
He continued walking.
The two disciples moved in front of Su Chen and resolutely drew their swords, one to the left and one to the right.
Su Chen’s face showed no emotion, no movement at all.
Both swords aimed for Su Chen’s neck.
However, just when the swords were about half an inch away from Su Chen, suddenly, both blades halted, unable to move forward as if they had encountered the obstruction of a mountain.
And within the next breath, the two swords broke clean off, and those two disciples were sent flying backward, severely injured by the shock.
From beginning to end, Su Chen did not so much as glance at the two men.
First, there was a spacious stone-paved pathway.
The Giant Sword Sect could be divided from front to back into the front gate, the lower courtyard, the middle courtyard, and the rear courtyard.
The front gate was naturally where the disciples who guarded the gate were stationed.
The lower courtyard housed the servant disciples.
The middle courtyard had the official disciples.
And the rear courtyard was for the core disciples.
Upon stepping onto the pathway, many servant disciples had already noticed Su Chen!
Su Chen was not dressed in the Giant Sword Sect’s uniform robe, making it obvious that he was not a member of the Giant Sword Sect.
Thus, quite a few servant disciples eyed Su Chen with wariness, even blocking his way:
"What are you sneaking into the Giant Sword Sect for?"
"If you’re sensible, just surrender now!"
And Su Chen, as if he were mute, went silent, step by step, his gaze still as though he did not see these people, utterly ignoring them.
Being ignored, those servant disciples became infuriated, one by one. Although they were servant disciples, they were, after all, servant disciples of the Second-Rank force, the Giant Sword Sect, stronger than many core disciples from Fourth-Rank and Fifth-Rank forces. They had their own pride, and Su Chen’s attitude made them feel insulted.
"Stop!!! Take another step and you’re dead!" someone bellowed angrily, and by now, there were already a hundred or more servant disciples blocking Su Chen’s path.
He still did not stop, nor did the pace of his footsteps slow in the slightest.
Those hundred plus servant disciples, furious, were about to make a move, but just then.
Su Chen finally raised his head.
His Divine Soul stirred slightly, sending out ripples.
Instantly, all the hundreds of servant disciples before him were blown away.
Each of their faces pallid, with fresh red blood at the corners of their mouths, they screamed in pain, clutching their heads, their brains almost bursting.
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Meanwhile, Su Chen continued to move forward.
Soon, he reached the area of the middle courtyard.
The commotion caused by Su Chen at the front gate and the lower courtyard had already alerted the middle courtyard, so as soon as Su Chen arrived at the middle courtyard, there were several dozen martial cultivators waiting for him there. Each of these dozens of martial cultivators were around twenty years old, and each of their strengths was around the Divine Power Realm First or Second Level...
"Who goes there?!!! State your name!"
"Forcing your way into the Giant Sword Sect, you deserve to die!"
"Stop! Otherwise, death!"
"Audacious fiend, utterly ignorant of life and death!"
Shouts echoed through the air. The several dozen official disciples all raised their weapons, locking onto Su Chen with unwavering eyes shimmering with murderous intent.
Simply lifted his hand.
It was as if a raging tornado erupted, instantly sending those dozens of official disciples flying, blood gushing, severely wounded—each one a grotesque sight, their bodies covered with gashes left by the Wind Blade.
"You... you... who the hell are you?" Those official disciples were nearly scared to wet themselves, terribly horrified.
Su Chen’s strength was so immense that it gave them the illusion, as if he were many times more powerful than their own sect leader!
Furthermore, the faint murderous aura leaking from Su Chen was as if it could shatter the very heavens and earth, indescribably terrifying.
Su Chen remained silent, continuing to walk at a steady pace.
Soon, he reached the back courtyard.
About ten Core Disciples, each like facing a formidable enemy, their expressions solemn, their Mysterious Qi fluctuating, all already prepared.
The moment they saw Su Chen,
The strongest among those dozen or so Core Disciples at the Fate Realm First Level, suddenly shouted, "Formation setup!!!"
The so-called formation setup was the Sword Array.
Composed of twelve Core Disciples, once the formation was set up, it could allow them to fight at least three Minor Realms above their own, making use of their ultimate move, also their strongest technique.
The Sword Array came into play.
Twelve beams of Sword Light soared skywards, forming a regular dodecagon, enveloping Su Chen within.
Remained expressionless.
"Step aside!" Su Chen uttered those two indifferent words. Then, a torrential burst of Qi suddenly cascaded from his body.
All twelve Core Disciples who set up the formation were blown away for a good hundred meters. Not one of them remained conscious—all instantly knocked out, on the brink of death.
In fact, Su Chen’s aura had only leaked out one-tenth of its full force.
Some distance away, many disciples watched this scene.
They were almost scared soulless!
Those twelve Core Disciples were their targets, their role models, their benchmarks of pursuit!
Those twelve Core Disciples were the strongest disciples of the entire Giant Sword Sect!
Bearing the envy, awe, and glory of many.
In the hearts of many Giant Sword Sect disciples, these twelve Core Disciples were invincible.
It was as if twelve ants had encountered a Divine Dragon, wasn’t it? The contrast was just so, so, so exaggerated!!!
The disciples of the Giant Sword Sect were almost stupefied, their minds collapsing, their entire worldview shattered in an instant.
Su Chen paid no heed to these things and continued walking.
In front of him, hundreds of meters away, was the grand hall of the Giant Sword Sect.
Under the lead of Xiaao Hedao, the high-ranking powerhouses of the Giant Sword Sect had all come out.
Each one with a troubled look, solemn, terrified...
Even if one looked closely, they’d see that even Sect Leader Xiaao Hedao was trembling slightly.
Huo Shouying finally began to understand, because from a distance, he had seen Su Chen!
"The reason they wanted to let me go, even offering me Martial Cultivation Resources, was because... because of Young boy Su..." Huo Shouying’s gaunt, skin-and-bones face froze in shock.
He was too pleasantly surprised to believe it!
One could say that his greatest hopes and reliance for the rest of his life rested on Su Chen.
Otherwise, why would he have shamelessly approached the Giant Sword Sect if not to obtain some Martial Cultivation Resources for Su Chen?
In the end, he had gotten nothing and had even been thrown into the Water Prison.