When Li Wuhen dropped the words "Yaochi Sword Eye," the Martial Arts Arena became so quiet that the sizzle of Demonic Qi scorching the ground could be clearly heard.
Countless gazes—shocked, suspicious, jealous, and blank—slammed into Chen Mo like red-hot branding irons. He froze on the stage. The wound on his flank, corroded by the demonic python's saliva, burned fiercely. A few strands of hair singed by the pillar of purification still drifted with the smell of burning, and he looked thoroughly battered, as if he had just been hauled out of a stove. Yaochi Sword Eye? The legendary, supreme secret sword inheritance capable of piercing illusions and laying bare all methods? What kind of Celestial Realm joke was this! He, Chen Mo, the outer sect's acknowledged bottom feeder, wrote sword manuals that looked like chicken scratch, couldn't fly a sword higher than the eaves, and whose greatest skill was stealing pork knuckles for a dog...
"Jie jie jie... Sword Eye?" Pinned firmly to the main stage floor by the Guixu Force Field, the churning Demonic Qi shrouding "Elder Liu" erupted into a harsh, grating laugh. Thick Demonic Qi wriggled like a living thing beneath his distorted features. "Li Wuhen! To protect this little bastard, you're making up tall tales lost for ten thousand years? If he's got the Sword Eye, this old man is the Celestial Emperor's father!"
Chapter 74