Dethrone me, I don't want the throne anymore, why are you so angry?

The Sword King's inheritance plus the Apocalypse Nascent Soul gave Ye Xuan endless confidence.

He was confident that he was not much different from Ye Yu who was outside the secret realm of Shengdan Sect, and might even be a little stronger.

At that time, Ye Yu was able to fight against Ye Fan, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, so could he!

What's more, the Cheng Dong in front of him is only in the late Nascent Soul stage!

"Idiot." Feng Qing'er couldn't help but curl her lips as she watched this scene and said, "Ye Yu, is this really your brother? How can he be so stupid?"

Ye Yu shrugged, "He is not my brother."

"Haha, what do you know? A sword cultivator must have this kind of indomitable spirit." Ye Fan heard Feng Qing'er's mumbling and said coldly.

The sword cultivators all nodded with deep feeling, looking at Ye Xuan with eyes full of approval.

Ye Yu looked at Ye Fan in surprise. Fundamentally speaking, Ye Fan was right. The most important thing for a sword cultivator was to cultivate his mind and his aura.

It’s a pity that Ye Xuan doesn’t have a sharp spirit.

Cheng Dong looked at Ye Xuan pointing at him, his expression gradually turning cold, "It seems that blocking my punch gave you confidence."

From childhood to adulthood, until he became the 27th on the Tianjiao List, Cheng Dong had never been looked down upon like this.

Ye Xuan's actions successfully angered Cheng Dong.

But Ye Xuan was completely unaware of this, still looking confident as he raised his sword and slashed forward, "Sword King's Secret, Seven Sword Techniques!"

In an instant, seven sword energies of different colors condensed around Ye Xuan's body, and under his urging, they slashed towards Cheng Dong.

Cheng Dong did not dodge or evade, but watched the sword energy attack him.

"Ye Xuan lost." Seeing this, Ye Yu said lightly.

"Heh, you lost? Do you know how profound the Sword King's inheritance is? You're talking nonsense here without knowing anything. I know you're jealous of Xiao Xuan, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant." Liu Ruyan said with a sneer when he heard this.

Liu Ruyan had witnessed Ye Xuan's Sword King Technique, and she still couldn't forget that feeling.

It is definitely not something that a person in the late Nascent Soul stage can stop.

On the field, sword energy was everywhere, stirring up a large amount of dust. Suddenly, a purple light flashed by, and Cheng Dong grabbed Ye Xuan's neck and lifted him up, then slammed him hard on the ring.

boom!

The entire arena trembled violently. Ye Xuan spat out a large mouthful of blood and looked at Cheng Dong in disbelief. "How...how is this possible? You're only in the late Nascent Soul stage! How could you possibly block my Seven Absolute Sword Technique!"

"Xiao Xuan!" Ye Fan and Liu Ruyan screamed at the same time and were about to rush forward, but were stopped by someone.

No one is allowed to disturb during the ranking competition.

"Weren't you very arrogant just now?" Cheng Dong looked at Ye Xuan and smiled, then raised his hand, and the vast spiritual power gathered again.

"I give up!" Ye Xuan roared miserably, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"Is this the indomitable spirit you mentioned? It's so funny?" Feng Qing'er said sarcastically.

But now Ye Fan no longer had the mind to pay attention to Feng Qing'er's ridicule. His whole heart was on Ye Xuan on the ring.

Cheng Dong looked at Ye Xuan who was trembling with fear and immediately lost interest and threw him off the ring.

Seeing Ye Xuan's bewildered appearance, the sword cultivators who had previously shown approval frowned. So what if he had comprehended the sword intent? As a sword cultivator, with such a poor state of mind, he was unfit for great use.

Feeling the contemptuous gazes around him, Ye Xuan's face became extremely ugly. Only now did he realize that he had lost his composure just now.

"Don't even mention the sword cultivators. As a member of the royal family, you're so scared by such a small scene. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Feng Qing'er said disdainfully.

Ye Xuan gritted his teeth but couldn't utter a word. He could only look at Ye Yu angrily and turned back to Dayan's position.

Ye Yu had long been accustomed to this. No matter what happened, the people of the Great Yan Royal Family would eventually blame him. He had long realized this.

Dayan's defeat was within everyone's expectations. Although he was stunned for a moment by Ye Xuan's Sword King Technique, it was only for a moment.

The ranking competition continues.

The eight games were soon over, and without exception, the winners were the people from the ten super dynasties. Feng Qing'er was one step behind in chess and lost to Tie Xin of the Yuan Dynasty.

The final match between the Qin Dynasty and the Zhu Dynasty will begin soon.

Ye Yu slowly stood up under Qin Wushuang's worried gaze.

"Xiao Yu, if you can't do it, just admit defeat. It's not shameful to lose to someone from Zhu Dynasty." Qin Wushuang comforted him.

Ye Yu suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said, "How can you make someone admit defeat before the fight even starts?"

Regardless of what he said, Ye Yu still felt warm in his heart, as Qin Wushuang's concern was genuine.

"What? You still want to win? You even lost to Xiaoyu. You don't think you can really be a match for these super dynasty geniuses?" Liu Ruyan sneered.

"Yes, Royal Brother, they are very powerful, you have to be careful." Ye Xuan said hypocritically.

Hearing this, Ye Yu glanced at Ye Xuan and said with a smile: "Don't you want me to persist and not admit defeat, and then die in it?"

"Royal brother, how could you think of me like this?" Ye Xuan said aggrievedly.

"Oh? How about you swear an oath?" Ye Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Ye Xuan's expression suddenly changed. For a cultivator, oaths cannot be made casually.

"Enough! You unfilial son, your brother is worried about you with good intentions, what's your attitude?" Ye Fan slapped the back of the chair and said coldly.

Upon hearing this, the people from Yunlei State raised their eyebrows and looked over curiously.

Gossip is a human instinct, and monks are no exception.

According to Ye Fan, Ye Yu and Ye Xuan are brothers, but now Ye Yu is fighting on behalf of the Qin Dynasty. The things involved must be very interesting.

Ye Yu glanced at Ye Fan and said, "Rebellious son? Are you saying I'm your child? Your biological child?"

"You! My Great Yan royal family doesn't have a prince like you who doesn't distinguish between superiors and inferiors!" Ye Fan's eyes widened with anger.

"Then shut up." Ye Yu said lightly, then jumped lightly and came to the center of the ring, raised his head and looked at where Zhu Huangchao was.

On the stage, Zhu Yan felt Ye Yu's gaze, and slammed the table hard, ready to stand up to fight.

"Wait, let your elder brother go." Zhu Lin looked at Ye Yu on the ring with his eyes slightly narrowed.

As soon as the words fell, not only Zhu Yan, but also the people from other super dynasties around were all surprised.

Zhu Lin actually let Zhu Huan go? That's not necessary, right?

Whether it is Cheng Dong or Tie Xin, they are the geniuses of the dynasty, but like Zhu Yan, they are not the number one genius.

Zhu Huan is the true leader of the younger generation of the Zhu Dynasty.

Zhu Lin ignored the surprise of the people around him and looked straight at Ye Yu. He vaguely felt that Zhu Yan was no match for him.

Zhu Yan wanted to say something, but feeling Zhu Lin's stern gaze, he sat down indignantly, "Letting my eldest brother deal with him is like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken!"

But no matter what they said, a man from the crowd of Zhu Dynasty had already jumped onto the stage.