Pointing at King Jin with the long sword, powerful profound energy was released suddenly, "If you want to force Muyan to marry you, then step over my corpse!"
All the guests present showed shocked expressions.
Those who were closer to Bai Yichen trembled even more, "This... this is the coercion of the peak of the sky, no, it's not just the peak of the sky, it's only one step away, it's innate."
In just a few months, Bai Yichen's cultivation has actually been promoted from the high level of the heavenly level when he first met Muyan, to the peak of the heavenly level, only a thin line away from the innate.
"When did the former No. 1 genius in Yanwu Continent grow to such a level. This talent is no worse than Princess Qianxue from Jingcheng Kingdom!"
"That's right! How old is Bai Yichen now? Definitely less than thirty, right? Such a young talent is truly unprecedented!"
Jin Wangsen looked at the wound on his arm with a cold, prey gaze, and then slowly landed on Bai Yichen, "Okay! Since you are looking for death, you can't blame me!"
"Nie Zheng!"
King Jin gave an order.
Nie Zheng suddenly flew out from the crowd, led a dozen men in black, and surrounded Bai Yichen.
In the blink of an eye, the wedding banquet turned into a battlefield where you can live and die.
Bai Yichen's sword danced like a gust of wind.
Nie Zheng, who was at the peak of the heavenly level, and a dozen other masters at the heavenly level, unexpectedly couldn't help Bai Yichen alone for a while.
The atmosphere at the scene was almost breathless.
One wound after another began to appear on Bai Yichen's body.
The profound energy in his body was consumed little by little, and the sword in his hand could hardly be lifted.
Nie Zheng thought in his heart that an opportunity had come, and the thorns in the palm of his hand sent it out silently.
"Ah!!" Luo Beiyu screamed, reminding Bai Yichen.
But in the end it was still a step too late, the thorn pierced through Bai Yichen's abdomen, and blood flowed out as if he didn't want money, instantly staining his snow-white clothes red.
Several of the guests present had never heard of the name Wuchen Swordsman Bai Yichen.
How many people do not admire and like such a young talent.
Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but look away unbearably.
Luo Beiyu even rolled directly off the stool, crying rough and ugly while wriggling his body, trying to crawl towards Bai Yichen and Muyan.
Nie Zheng looked at the thorns in Bai Yichen's abdomen, and laughed loudly: "Bai Yichen, you have today!"
He has long been displeased with this new boy, the number one talent in Yanwu Continent is just a joke.
Today is not going to die in his hands...
Suddenly, Nie Zheng's laughter stopped abruptly.
Because he saw that the handsome and pale face of the man opposite slowly evoked a mocking smile.
Before he could figure out what the smile meant, he felt a strong wind blowing in his ears.
There was a swishing sound, and a sharp pain came from the limbs.
Nie Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth to let out a scream, but he could only watch his hands and feet flying out, blood splattering everywhere.
"Ah!!" The scream finally broke through the sky.
In just a short breath, everyone saw Bai Yichen's long sword that had just been blown away suddenly flying by itself.
He flew towards Nie Zheng like lightning.
Immediately afterwards, blood splattered everywhere, stumps flew, and Nie Zheng's hands and feet were cut off, making him a complete cripple.
There was a dead silence.
Nie Zheng squirmed his mutilated body, with tears streaming down his face, and squirmed his body to ask King Jin for help, "My lord, help me... help me... I don't want to die..."