The Strongest Swordsman

The Human Emperor Flag was put away, the domain dissipated, and only dead silence and residual energy fluctuations remained on the battlefield.

Kaiaolen stood in front of the allied forces camp, looking at the figure in mid-air, the shock in his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

So this was how the invading army of the Toronto Empire was wiped out by such terrifying power.

This was not just a strong person; this was clearly a walking natural disaster!

Hundreds of thousands of monsters, which would have given even him a headache for a long time, were instantly killed by Ye Chuan with just one flag and one domain. Even their souls were devoured entirely. Such strength had long exceeded his understanding of power.

The allied soldiers were still immersed in the weirdness and shock of what had just happened. Looking at Ye Chuan, their eyes held a few more traces of inexplicable apprehension amidst their reverence.

The wailing and howling of souls just now really had nothing to do with holy purification.

However, since His Excellency said it was a purification domain, then it must be purification.

Anyway, having such an existence around was not a bad thing for their side.

Ye Chuan patted the non-existent dust off the Human Emperor Flag. With a movement of his body, he landed in front of Kaiaolen.

"Little dragonman, I will leave the rest of the battlefield cleanup and supply inventory to you. As for attacking the royal city..."

Before he could finish his words, an extremely condensed sword light suddenly slashed across the sky!

The sword light was incredibly fast, without the slightest warning. It even tore the air into subtle sonic booms, slashing straight toward the back of Ye Chuan's heart!

Ye Chuan did not even have time to catch the trajectory of the sword light. He only felt a chill on his back, and a shallow wound had already appeared!

As soon as the blood seeped out, it was enveloped by the surging black energy around his body.

Passive healing was triggered instantly. The wound scabbed and fell off at a visible rate, recovering completely in less than half a second without leaving a single scar.

"Huh?" Ye Chuan turned his head, subconsciously touching the location of his wound, his eyes full of astonishment.

Since he reached the seventh stage of the Dao Comprehension Realm, it seemed no one had been able to hurt him, let alone with a sneak attack so fast he could not even react!

The speed of that sword light just now simply defied common sense. If his passive healing had not been fast enough, that strike would probably have cut deep into the bone.

Although Ye Chuan knew he was not the strongest on the continent, such a sudden strike still left him a bit caught off guard.

"What?! Who is it... No, this sword, could it be..." Kaiaolen also tensed up instantly. His dragon wings unfurled subconsciously. He followed Ye Chuan's gaze and suddenly seemed to realize something.

On the distant horizon, a figure slowly walked over. His steps were steady, and with every step he took, faint silver sword patterns rippled on the ground.

Faint sword energy permeated his body, and even the surrounding wind seemed to be tamed, gathering in his direction.

The man's snow-white hair hung down loosely. A lock of hair in front of his forehead covered half an eye. Below his other eye, a ferocious scar extended from his cheekbone to his jaw, adding a bit of brutality and coldness.

He wore a tight black outfit with a long sword hanging from his waist. The blade gleamed with an ancient silver luster. Just by casually holding the hilt, he exuded a heart-palpitating sword pressure.

It was an aura of having cultivated the way of the sword to the extreme, an aura that would make even heaven and earth bow down.

"That is the patriarch of the Reinhardt family, Soren!"

Kaiaolen immediately said, "He is recognized as the strongest swordsman on the Aether Continent. Why is he here?!"

Reinhardt?

Isn't that the family of that big oaf Torres?

"Speaking of which, Torres seemed to have mentioned it... The patriarch guarding the empire's borders, Reinhardt is the strongest swordsman family?"

Ye Chuan muttered, directly casting an inspection skill on Soren. A string of information floated before his eyes.

Name: Soren Reinhardt

Patriarch of the Reinhardt family, the strongest swordsman on the Aether Continent.

Strength: Eighth Tier

Skills:

Goddess of Sword's Blessing: Attacks with a sword ignore all physical defenses and energy shields, sword speed increased by ten times.

Goddess of War's Blessing: Reduces damage taken by 50 percent. The stronger the will to fight, the higher the attack power boost.

Goddess of Order's Blessing: Immune to all control skills, Sword Domain can suppress all evil entities.

Phoenix's Blessing: Can resurrect once after taking fatal damage, restoring to peak condition...

Ye Chuan froze for a moment.

Aren't your skills a bit too good?

It was Ye Chuan's first time seeing anything related to a goddess. Did goddesses really exist in this world?

Seeing that his sword failed to kill Ye Chuan, Soren's expression also hesitated for a few seconds.

"Patriarch Soren," Ye Chuan took a step forward. "I was entrusted by your Torres to protect Her Highness the Princess and take down the monsters in the royal city. Are you going to stand with those monsters?"

Soren stopped walking, a hundred meters away from Ye Chuan. His silver eyes were calm and devoid of any emotion.

"Torres... Hmm... I do not stand on any side."

His gaze swept over the mess on the battlefield, over Alex's corpse in the deep pit, and finally landed back on Ye Chuan.

"Rebels have plunged the Hill Empire into internal strife. Anyone who disrupts the order of the empire must die."

He held his sword, which gleamed with silver light and was full of murderous intent.

"Rebels?" Ye Chuan could not help but laugh.

"I helped you eliminate hundreds of thousands of monsters, and took care of the prince and the duke who were devoured by the monsters. In your eyes, we are rebels?"

"You are too." Soren slowly raised his hand. The sword energy around him instantly surged, and silver sword light shot into the sky, dyeing half the sky silver.

"Your power is too bizarre, relying on devouring souls to increase your strength."

"If I let you live, the empire will never have peace. Today, I will cut you down and solve all the troubles at once."

"..." Ye Chuan finally understood. This Soren was a stubborn block of wood who could not be reasoned with at all.

"What do you mean devouring souls? I was purifying souls," Ye Chuan spread his hands.

Soren's expression remained unchanged. "Full of lies."

Seeing that the other party was impossible to talk to, Ye Chuan also put away the smile on his face.

Chaos energy intertwined around his body. He grasped at the void, and the magic sword Bellana appeared. The dark gold light confronted Soren's silver sword energy, causing the space to stagnate.

"Since we cannot see eye to eye, there is nothing more to say." Ye Chuan rolled his wrists.

"The strongest swordsman on the Aether Continent? Perfect. I want to see which is better: your goddess's blessings, or my higher stats."

As soon as Ye Chuan finished speaking, Soren moved.

Without any superfluous movements, he simply swung his sword. The silver sword light transformed into a sword shadow thousands of meters long, carrying the momentum to tear heaven and earth apart as it slashed toward Ye Chuan!

Ye Chuan knew the opponent seemed to ignore defenses, so his figure swayed, dodging the sword light directly.

The sword light fell, severing the mountain range behind him!

"Oh?" Ye Chuan said, then turned his head to glance at Kaiaolen below. "Why aren't you leaving?"

"Retreat!" Kaiaolen hurriedly led the allied soldiers to fall back, staying far away from the center of the battlefield.

In a duel of this level, the slightest carelessness would result in being caught in the aftermath and smashed to pieces!