Martial Master

Moreover, aside from their identity, even their cultivation level would not be restricted.

Even if they were at the fifth level of Wuzong or the sixth level of Wu Zun, as long as they were willing, they could participate in the Demon Sword Inheritance without anyone saying anything.

This left Qin Chen speechless. Later, upon inquiring, he learned that although the Demon Sword Inheritance had no restrictions on power or cultivation, not everyone could enter.

Once the Demon Sword Inheritance started, there would be a self-assessment test. Only those who passed the test would be qualified to inherit; otherwise, they would be directly eliminated, with no chance of entering the inheritance location.

Now that made sense.

Qin Chen finally understood.

After learning that the Demon Sword Inheritance would open three days later, Qin Chen was just about to return to the inn when a surprised voice suddenly rang out.

"Young Master Chen, are you also here to gather information about the Demon Sword Inheritance?"

That voice was very familiar; it belonged to Ye Wudao, whom he had met at the city gate.

As the saying goes, one shouldn't strike someone who extends a hand in greeting, so Qin Chen nodded.

"Wudao, is this person the Qin Chen you mentioned before?"

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted, sharp and piercing. The sound echoed in his ears, as if sharp blades were gliding across his skin, sending chills down his spine.

Qin Chen looked over and saw a remarkable young man standing next to Ye Wudao.

This person had an unruly aura, dressed in a plain gray robe made of linen, with an ancient long sword hanging at his waist. He stood there, exuding a suffocating presence, as if he were a sword drawn from its sheath.

"This child is quite powerful!"

Qin Chen's gaze sharpened, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he discovered that this person was under thirty and already at the peak of the mid-seventh level Wu Wang, but his aura was extremely restrained.

If it weren’t for Qin Chen's strong spiritual sense, other martial artists at the same level might not be able to discern his cultivation.

Unexpectedly, in this Demon Sword City, there was such a swordsman.

Qin Chen sighed; just based on his aura, even among the Martial Domain, he could be considered a genius. It was just that he didn't know how strong his actual combat ability was.

"Yes, big brother, this is the Qin Chen I mentioned earlier, the one who taught Fu Chenyun a lesson at the city gate. Young Master Chen, this is my elder brother, Ye Wuming." Ye Wudao introduced the two.

"A talented person? Just because he took action against Fu Chenyun at the city gate? Hehe, if it were for other reasons, maybe it would be acceptable, but to flatter the Law Enforcement Pavilion, I doubt it." The gray-robed youth said dismissively.

"Elder brother." Ye Wudao's expression changed instantly, urgently explaining to Qin Chen, "Young Master Chen, my elder brother doesn't know how to speak; it's not intentional, please don't take it to heart."

Qin Chen smiled lightly, "Rest assured, I won’t hold his words against him. Such remarks are hardly heroic."

"Mm?"

Ye Wuming frowned and suddenly looked coldly at him.

In an instant, the noise and chaos around seemed to vanish, leaving an eerie silence. Ye Wuming's gaze was chilling, his eyes like knives, his gray robe giving off a sharp and dominating aura, making him appear like a sword unsheathed, soaring into the sky, instilling fear in those who dared to look down upon him.

"What a terrifying sword intent!"

Many around felt this presence and looked astonished, their pupils dilating, frozen in place.

"Who exactly is this person?"

"How did such a monster emerge from our Demon Sword City? He doesn't seem like a swordsman from the Demon Sword Sect."

"Could he be from somewhere else to participate in the Demon Sword Inheritance?"

The crowd was alarmed, feeling as if they were suffocating under this aura.

"Hehe, did I say something wrong?"

Qin Chen smiled lightly, remaining unperturbed under Ye Wuming's sword intent, and waved his hand, "I take my leave."