Supreme Sword God

Chapter 893: Chapter 892: Kowtow, Kneel, and One More Match

“Good!”

The Island Master of Island No. 1, Sea Serpent Saint Venerable, laughed behind an elder, saying, “Ye Chen, your Pupil Technique is even more formidable than we imagined. Your future is boundless, hahaha. I am Yi Ming and I express my gratitude to you here!”

Ye Chen cupped his hands towards Yi Ming and said, “Just lucky.

After all, with the divine Pupil Technique of prodigies and two stone appraisal experts of genius caliber, all thinking this divine stone was worthless, my gaining something from it was mostly luck.”

At the side.

Hong Mei, with her divine Pupil Technique, and Zhang Qi and Li Meng, who prided themselves on their stone appraisal skills, looked increasingly grim-faced.

As for He Xun, his mood wasn’t any better.

Yi’an, after his heart was set at ease, felt another wave of tumultuous emotions. He took a few deep breaths to remain calm, stepped forward, and said, “Reporting to the esteemed elder, Brother Ye assisted me in appraising a divine stone and engaged in a few wagers with He Xun and others. I would ask for your witnessing to make them honor those bets.”

“No problem!”

Yi Ming laughed heartily, looking at the elder beside him and said, “He Chen, you’re not going to renege on your word, are you?”

The elder named He Chen looked sullen, “We honor our bets and losses. The He Family knows when to hold and when to fold.”

Yi Ming looked at Ye Chen, “Ye Chen, feel free to act according to the agreement. If anyone breaks it, I’ll handle it on the spot!”

Ye Chen grinned, cupped his hands at Yi Ming, then looked at Hong Mei, saying, “Hand over the sacred sword.”

As soon as he said this.

The crowd of strong figures gathered to watch the commotion and many of them turned pale.

My goodness.

For a mere clash of tempers among young people, they were wagering sacred weapons.

Such extravagance!

Hong Mei’s narrow eyes emitted a cold, harsh light, “Ye Chen, this sword is a token given by an Inner Sea expert. Even if I give it to you, you’re not qualified to wield it; it might even bring you trouble.

How about… I give you something else of equal value instead.”

Ye Chen sneered, “Don’t forget your Martial Dao oath.”

Such a person, who was so arrogant before, now wants to welsh? Dream on!

Yi Ming’s gaze was coldly fixed on Hong Mei.

He clearly stated that if anyone welshes, he’ll step in immediately.

Feeling overwhelming invisible pressure, Hong Mei could only grit her teeth and with a wave, sent the sacred sword flying toward Ye Chen.

“Swish!”

The sacred sword gleamed and flew at incredible speed like a stream of light, instantly arriving before Ye Chen.

Ye Chen’s aura surged, effortlessly controlling the sacred sword before him, casually placing it into his storage ring.

This scene left many astonished; a Martial Artist of the Heaven-Reaching Realm controlling a sacred sword so easily was not a simple feat.

Having just acquired a sacred sword, Ye Chen was in high spirits as he turned to Zhang Qi.

Even though Zhang Qi was a thousand times unwilling, he had no choice but to raise his hand and toss the Zhang Family’s ancestral divine stone to Ye Chen.

“Your turn now.”

Receiving Zhang Qi’s ancestral divine stone, Ye Chen then looked at Li Meng.

Pale-faced, Li Meng produced a dark iron rod.

The larger end of this dark iron rod was covered in numerous protrusions with a peculiar shape, but it was indeed a Half-Saint Weapon that Ye Chen didn’t mind acquiring!

“That’s everything collected. Thank you, Elder Yi, for your help.” Ye Chen smiled.

Yi Ming said, “No need to be so polite. You helped Yi’an win the stone wager, so assisting you was only right. Besides, I was merely adding a touch of flair; with the Martial Dao oath in place, you’ll receive these wagered items regardless.”

Ye Chen said, “If Elder Yi weren’t here, who knows if someone wouldn’t have already tried to kill me.”

“Rest assured, no one dares to act against you recklessly on Island No. 1,” the Island Master, Sea Serpent Saint Venerable, assured.

He Chen snorted coldly, “Ye Chen, quit your sly games here. Someone of your level isn’t worth me laying a hand on!”

Ye Chen smiled faintly, “Naturally, not fighting is best. I also don’t enjoy violence. A peaceful discussion is always better. I’ve settled my wagers with them; it’s your family’s turn now.”

He Chen’s expression hardened, looking at He Xun, “What did you lose? Hand it over to him. The He Family isn’t sore losers!”

He Xun’s face was full of discomfort, “Elder, I… I haven’t lost anything…”

Ye Chen chuckled, “Indeed, he doesn’t owe me anything material.”

He Chen, irritated, “If you haven’t lost anything, why are you still making such bold claims here?”

Ye Chen sneered, fixing his gaze on He Xun, “Aren’t you going to kneel before me!”

He Xun: “…”

He Chen: “Ye Chen, for someone like you, a mere youth, one of my He Family could never kneel. I’m not inclined to deal with you, but if you keep stirring up trouble here, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Even though the Island Master, Sea Serpent Saint Venerable, spoke earlier, He Chen was not concerned at this moment.

What a joke?

The He Family is renowned in these outer sea regions and is one of the powerful families on Island No. 1. With He Xun’s martial talent unparalleled in nearly a thousand years, how could he kneel to Ye Chen?

Ye Chen looked back at He Chen, calmly, “Earlier, I remember you said, ‘honor our bets and losses.’ He Xun’s wager with me was to kneel and kowtow.

What, are you trying to renege now?

Do your words mean nothing?”

He Chen’s expression shifted drastically, glaring at He Xun, “Is this true?”

Beside him, Elder Huang Sheng of Island No. 1, who presided over the wager, said, “Indeed it is, I saw it all firsthand.”

Yi Ming, Yi’an’s ancestor, was immensely satisfied at this moment. Having spent his life contending with He Chen, this rare moment of He Chen’s embarrassment was enjoyable to him, so he said, “He Chen, young men, when you lose, you lose. Kneeling isn’t much, knowing shame spurs strength. This lesson might benefit He Xun’s future.”

He Chen flushed, unable to utter a word.

“Kneel!” Ye Chen bellowed.

Though he initially wanted to keep a low profile.

Once bullied to this point, there could be no retreat!

“Since the wager was made, let it proceed,” the Island Master, Sea Serpent Saint Venerable, declared again.

He Xun gave a pleading look to He Chen.

However, his elder looked away, making it clear he was beyond intervention.

The thought of kneeling and kowtowing to Ye Chen, especially in front of so many, weighed on He Xun like countless boulders.

Clenching his fists, gritting his teeth.

With a thud, he dropped to his knees.

“Thud thud thud!”

After three kowtows, He Xun stood, glaring at Ye Chen, his eyes bloodshot with a trace of ferocity, growling, “Ye Chen, this humiliation today, I will repay a hundredfold, a thousandfold!”

Ye Chen said, “You misunderstand. Today’s humiliation wasn’t from me, but self-imposed.”

As for retribution…

Truly not worried.

His legitimate kōhai, Liu Mubai, was thriving off others, perhaps already on Island No. 1, watching from the shadows.

If He Xun’s elders dared to make a move, Ye Chen was confident Liu Mubai wouldn’t remain idle.

In the Eastern Domain Cang Province, among the Cangxing Martial Arts Academy people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a common trait, deep bonds.

As for He Xun’s personal revenge, even less concern.

Even if He Xun showed signs of reaching the Saint Realm, he wasn’t yet a Saint. If it came down to a confrontation… it would be hardly challenging.

As this matter was about to be temporarily pacified.

Suddenly.

A piercing female voice sounded.

“Ye Chen, losing to you earlier, I’m not convinced. If you’re a man, let’s compete again!”

The crowd followed the voice.

The speaker was the Outer Sea prodigy with divine Pupil Technique, Hong Mei.

Ye Chen also looked over, his lips curling into a faint smile, “How do you propose we compete?”