Chapter 8 — Defeated by a Single Sword Strike! I’m Divorcing You!

At the Xuantian Sect’s martial arena, Shen Xueyan, dressed in moon-white palace attire, stood on the stage with a long sword in hand. Her face was cold, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her body exuding a forbidding aura that kept others at bay. She resembling a peerless female sword immortal.

Surrounding her were disciples and even some elders who had gathered to witness her martial challenge against the sect’s Holy Son.

“Poor Holy Son, he has been earnestly pursuing Shen Xueyan, yet now she uses such a methods to divorce him!”

“These years, how many cultivation resources has the Holy Son given Shen Xueyan? And now, sigh!”

Some sympathized with Yang Chen, while others showed disdain.

“Poor? Not necessarily! In the world of cultivation, strength is paramount. The Holy Son’s failure to form his Dan and being divorced was just a matter of time!”

“If he wasn’t the Sect Master’s only disciple, I’m afraid he wouldn’t even keep his position as the Holy Son!”

Several Golden Core realm disciples spoke coldly, their eyes showing a hint of desire when they glanced at Shen Xueyan’s exquisite figure. If she divorced the Holy Son, they would have a chance to pursue her. After all, Shen Xueyan was the number one beauty among the inner sect disciples.

On the high platform of the arena, an elder advised, “Senior Niece Xueyan, are you sure about this? Your union with the Holy Son was personally arranged by the Sect Master. She won’t be pleased with your actions.”

Shen Xueyan looked towards the platform and slightly bowed, saying, “Elders, there’s no need for further persuasion. My mind is made up. Matters of emotion cannot be forced. Besides, this is the agreement between me and Yang Chen—to decide whether to annul based on the outcome of this battle. If he defeats me, the engagement stands. If not, it’s void.”

Before anyone could react, a golden light flashed and landed firmly on the stage. Without hesitation, a sword aura was unleashed.

Boom!

Despite trying to defend with her sword, Shen Xueyan was still sent flying, blood spraying as she flew through the air. Everyone present widened their eyes in shock. What was happening? Shen Xueyan had been defeated by a single sword strike!

As the golden light dissipated, Yang Chen’s remarkable figure was revealed.

“It’s the Holy Son!”

“The Holy Son defeated Shen Xueyan with a single sword strike?”

“Shen Xueyan has already reached the Golden Core realm!”

“Wait, the Holy Son has also reached the Golden Core realm!?”

A group of disciples were astonished. On the high platform, several elders flew down one after another, landing on the stage.

“Holy Son, you have reached the Fifth stage of the Golden Core realm!?”

An elder exclaimed in excitement. As Golden Core realm cultivators, they could discern Yang Chen’s exact cultivation level. Yang Chen nodded.

“Yes, I’ve had some fortuitous encounters recently, which filled the void in my heart. With a solid foundation, I broke through to the Fifth stage of the Golden Core realm in one go!”

“What!?”

“The Holy Son has reached the Fifth level of the Golden Core realm!?”

“How is this possible?”

“Each stage of the Golden Core realm usually takes more than ten years to advance, yet in just over a year, the Holy Son has gone from the Tenth stage of the Foundation Establishment realm to the Fifth stage of the Golden Core realm!?”

The elders’ words caused an uproar among the disciples. They looked at Yang Chen with shock and excitement.

“The Holy Son’s talent is truly peerless!”

“The Sect Master’s vision is beyond ordinary!”

“With the Holy Son’s rapid progress, the future is unimaginable. It’s truly a blessing for our Xuantian Sect!”

Several elders congratulated him, their eyes full of excitement. With the Holy Son advancing so quickly, the future of the Xuantian Sect would be prosperous.

At this moment, all eyes in the martial arena were focused on Yang Chen. However, Yang Chen’s gaze was on the platform below, where Shen Xueyan, with blood at her lips, tried to stand up but failed due to her grievous injuries. She could only support herself with her sword, kneeling on one knee.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Shen Xueyan was the number one beauty among the inner sect disciples, admired by many. Now, she was beaten so miserably.

“The Holy Son really doesn’t know how to cherish beauty!”

“To think he would beat Shen Xueyan like this!”

“Shouldn’t we go and help Shen Xueyan?”

“Are you looking for death? The Holy Son has already reached the Fifth stage of the Golden Core realm. If he doesn’t speak, who dares to approach?”

“Moreover, this is a matter between the Holy Son and Shen Xueyan. It’s a martial challenge between fiancés. What right do we have to interfere?”

Although some disciples wanted to curry favor with Shen Xueyan, they felt the strong aura emanating from Yang Chen and dared not approach.

However, there were still some who were not afraid of the Holy Son. Just then, Lin Yan, who had just arrived from the foot of the mountain, saw this scene and hurried forward.

“Sister Xueyan, are you okay?”

Lin Yan supported Shen Xueyan’s arm and helped her up. Yang Chen, watching this, smiled faintly.

“Shen Xueyan, you lost.” Yang Chen said coldly.

Shen Xueyan’s gaze was downcast, her eyes somewhat lost and confused.

A single sword strike!

She never expected to be unable to even block Yang Chen’s casual attack!

How could this bastard, who was only at the Tenth stage of the Foundation Establishment realm a year ago, break through to the Fifth stage of the Golden Core realm!?

His cultivation was so strong! Moreover, his attack was so decisive! He didn’t even exchange pleasantries, just a sword strike!

Just now, that sword strike directly caused her serious injuries! Even standing up was difficult for her!

The gazes around her made Shen Xueyan feel as if her face was burning.

The martial challenge was her idea. The divorce was also her decision. Even the people present were indirectly caused by her. Now, she was easily defeated by Yang Chen’s casual sword strike. She felt like a clown. An arrogant and ignorant clown.

“I lost. From now on, I won’t mention the matter of annulment again.”

Shen Xueyan’s voice was desolate. She turned and wanted to leave quickly. However, Yang Chen spoke behind her:

“You lost. But the engagement will be annulled. I’m withdrawing from this engagement!”