Ye Qingchen was still considering how to deal with Shui Changkun’s next attack, but he never expected that the disciples from the three surrounding major academies would suddenly converge on him all at once.
Huo Ziyang went so far as to summon his fire-attribute energy, along with his Nine-Star Fire Phoenix Martial Soul.
Huo Ziyang understood that his strength was not much different from Shui Changkun’s. Since Shui Changkun had failed to kill Ye Qingchen with his water-attribute abilities, the result would be the sa if he acted too overconfidently. However, if he displayed his full strength now, he might still leave a profound impression on the Saint Heir. Huo Ziyang did not want to miss this opportunity.
Ye Qingchen now faced twenty-seven enemies alone. Among them were Shui Changkun and Huo Ziyang, both at the fifth layer of the Martial Emperor Realm, and twenty-five other experts at the fourth layer of the Martial Emperor Realm.
Although these twenty-seven individuals had yet to launch an attack, the re mobilization of their energy was enough to cause the heavens to change color. Even the surrounding space had begun to grow unstable.
The disciples of Central Celestial Academy were shocked at this sight, and their shock quickly gave way to a barrage of angry curses. It was utterly shaless of these three academies to have so many Martial Emperor Realm cultivators gang up on a single contestant from the Martial King Realm. Even if they won, they would be reviled by future generations.
"How could they do this? It’s just too shaless..."
Zi Xing’s face was pale with worry. She clenched her delicate fists so tightly that her fingernails pierced her palms, a fact she didn’t even notice.
Unable to hold back any longer, Mu Changfeng turned to Elder Yang. "Elder Yang, please intervene! Do you really think Ye Qingchen can survive a siege from these people? Against the combined efforts of these twenty-seven, even a high-level Martial Emperor would have to retreat for a mont, let alone Ye Qingchen, who is only at the Eighth Layer of the Martial King Realm!"
After speaking, Mu Changfeng didn’t wait for Elder Yang’s response. He moved to activate the Teleportation Array to personally enter the Secret Realm and pull Ye Qingchen back from the brink of death. But to his disappointnt, the interior of the Secret Realm was currently saturated with such violent energy that it was impossible for the Teleportation Array to lock onto its coordinates, let alone teleport anyone inside.
Elder Yang sighed. "It’s no use. The Secret Realm can now only be exited, not entered. Outsiders can no longer control it!"
Mu Changfeng looked distraught as he complained to Elder Yang, "You anticipated this would happen, didn’t you? Then why didn’t you act sooner?"
Elder Yang simply shook his head and sighed, offering no answer. His eyes were also filled with sorrow, yet tinged with a hint of confusion. Logically speaking, a battle between a few dozen Martial Emperors shouldn’t have been enough to disrupt space itself. When those cultivators were preparing to strike, Elder Yang had tried to use his Spatial Power to teleport into the Secret Realm, but a mysterious energy had blocked him. His first reaction was to suspect the Saint Heir was behind it, but after a mont’s thought, he dismissed the idea. The Saint Heir was not yet capable of such a feat.
But what is the cause of all this?
Leaving Elder Yang to his confusion and Mu Changfeng to his frustration, the situation back inside the Secret Realm was dire. Ye Qingchen was extrely anxious as he faced the siege of more than twenty people. In his current state, he could hardly deal with Shui Changkun and Huo Ziyang alone, let alone all of them together.
At this mont, even Ye Qingchen himself felt that his death was certain.
He sighed as the image of Qin Yue surfaced in his mind. He muttered to himself, "Qin Yue, I’m sorry. I tried for so long, but I still haven’t been able to rescue you myself. I fear I won’t survive this battle... I’m truly sorry..."
Images flashed through his mind one after another: Xiao Xiao’s small figure, his father, Zi Xing, Elder Yang, his senior brothers and sisters...
Gradually, Ye Qingchen’s sea of consciousness beca utterly clear and empty. His last thought was:
Is this what death feels like? It’s so peaceful!
The next mont, his sea of consciousness was completely void. The Dual Pupil Martial Soul within it began to spin wildly, spouting streams of milky-white energy. anwhile, Ye Qingchen’s body started to float slowly into the air, and the violent energies swirling around him began to be absorbed into his body.
Huo Ziyang and Shui Changkun exchanged a look, both seeing the confusion in the other’s eyes. Although one had to reach the Martial Emperor Realm to fly, it wasn’t particularly strange for soone with Ye Qingchen’s demonstrated strength to be able to levitate while at the Eighth Layer of the Martial King Realm. What puzzled them, however, was what exactly he was trying to do. Moreover, the violent energies had been produced by their group of over twenty people circulating their Cultivation Techniques. These energies were ant to attack Ye Qingchen.
Can that kind of energy even be absorbed?
Although they were still confused, Li Rui’s urging voice rang out again. Regardless, Ye Qingchen’s death seed certain. Huo Ziyang and Shui Changkun hesitated no longer and imdiately ordered the other disciples to attack together once more.
Twenty-seven attacks, each powerful enough to annihilate any Martial King Realm cultivator, surged toward Ye Qingchen.
Yet, Ye Qingchen remained cross-legged and floating in mid-air. He seed utterly oblivious to the world-ending onslaught, not moving a muscle.
At that mont, the Divine Wood Technique inside his body began to operate wildly. Wood Attribute Energy flowed along its pathways, perating every single cell in his body. A green Light mbrane, as thin as a cicada’s wing, appeared around him, radiating a soft, verdant glow.
Outside the Light mbrane, the twenty-seven colorful attacks were closing in fast.
So of the Central Celestial Academy disciples had already shut their eyes, unable to watch Ye Qingchen be killed by the mob. Others, filled with righteous indignation, clenched their fists. It was so many against one! Outright bullying! They silently vowed that from this day forward, they and the disciples of the three major academies would be mortal enemies.
Tears stread down Qin Yue’s face as she watched Ye Qingchen on the light screen. She knew that at this point, no one could save him.
She made a resolute, silent vow. Qingchen, rest assured. I will kill every person who attacked you today, one by one! As for the instigator, I will save him for last and ensure his very soul is obliterated!
The next mont, the twenty-seven attacks simultaneously bombarded the Light mbrane. To everyone’s astonishnt, the mbrane, which had appeared as fragile as a cicada’s wing, remained completely unhard. The twenty-seven attacks didn’t even explode upon impact. Instead, they were drawn to the Light mbrane’s surface, where they were transford into streams of pure energy that flowed directly into Ye Qingchen’s body!
Huo Ziyang and Shui Changkun were stunned into place by this sudden turn of events.
How is this possible? Those attacks would be difficult for even a high-level Martial Emperor to withstand, yet Ye Qingchen is completely unscathed?
Back at Central Celestial Academy, the disciples who witnessed this were stunned silent for a mont before they erupted in an earth-shattering cheer, roaring uncontrollably for Ye Qingchen. Zi Xing, too, was moved to tears of joy.
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