One could see.
In the arena that seed limitless, like a fierce beast sweeping in, the puppets even sealed off the heavens and earth above the platform, leaving Ye Qingchen with nowhere to hide or escape in the eyes of the spectators.
Yet, he gently stepped forward.
Boom!
As this step landed on the hexagonal platform, the entire Martial Arts Hall shook montarily.
He transford into an arrow, a lightning bolt, a long rainbow just like an enraged dragon soaring skyward. The imposing charge seed unstoppable!
In the disbelief of the spectators.
Ye Qingchen forcefully burst out from the encirclent of the puppets!
"Roar!"
However.
The puppets did not relent.
As Ye Qingchen broke through the encirclent, they swiftly changed direction, pursuing him into the sky.
Hundreds of figures, surging with imnse energy—weaving a furious rush resembles dragons chasing boundlessly. Several swift puppets closed in on Ye Qingchen, like the fangs of a looming dragon.
As if intending to shred Ye Qingchen into pieces montarily.
But an unexpected scene unfolded.
Ye Qingchen, rushing skyward, suddenly halted in mid-air.
That mont seed brief.
Yet it felt as long as hundreds of years.
Boom!
Suddenly.
Ye Qingchen, in mid-sky, flipped—facing downwards—charging directly at the hundred-plus puppets coming to assail him!
With a raised palm!
Everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
Witnessing.
Ye Qingchen, descending as if a raindrop from Hengyu, a lightning bolt smashing from the void, with penetrating killing intent, crashed into the puppets with unimaginable might.
Crack!
A terrifying explosion resounded.
The foremost puppets were torn apart by this terrifying force; the intangible power surged downward unimpeded. None of the puppets could withstand this palm strike.
In every eye within the arena, hundreds of puppets disintegrated under that palm—turning into scattered wood shavings.
Until.
The palm strike landed on the platform.
"Boom!"
Truly like a thunderstorm from a clear sky or a teoric fall.
The entire platform shuddered and collapsed, revealing a frightening palm imprint. The imprint was ticulous, seven to eight zhang in size, three to five zhang deep, nearly penetrating the entire platform.
Under this rampant power, a whirlwind mixed with countless debris shot out like Flying Locust Crossbow Arrows in all directions.
The debris crashed onto the array outside the platform, instantly transforming into countless dust particles.
While Ye Qingchen turned in the air, gracefully landing.
Not a speck of dust on him, entirely at ease, as though he hadn’t experienced fierce combat but rely strolled through a garden.
The entire scene fell silent.
The True Martial Sect disciples, initially intending to watch a spectacle, were now dumbfounded—petrified in the arena.
"This...this..."
The elderly skinny elder stamred.
What kind of technique was this, possessing such trendous power? Able to cause such devastating damage with re palm raises, and hundreds of puppets couldn’t withstand his casual strike?
These puppets were specially prepared for experts in the Profound Pill Realm to hone their skills, remarkable in defence.
Yet now Ye Qingchen shattered them all with a single palm!
The one-eyed elder’s expression froze, devoid of previous mockery—left only with countless complex emotions; nonetheless, he managed to speak:
"What technique did you just use?"
"No na, it’s sothing I understood from the stone wall in the Black Tortoise Pavilion!"
Ye Qingchen replied nonchalantly, "I comprehended four forms from the stone wall, only demonstrated two just now, and the remaining two are still in developnt and need refinent."
"If I must na them, perhaps call them Wind-Following Style and Fierce Wind Style!"
"Wind-Following Style! Fierce Wind Style!"
The one-eyed elder couldn’t help but murmur.
Recalling the mont Ye Qingchen soared skyward, recalling that instant of descent, he felt tremors throughout his body. The Wind-Following Style evidently fused with Heaven-Stepping Step, already surpassing Profound Grade Top body techniques.
And that Fierce Wind Style harboured Earth Grade Lower power!
A re thirty breaths!
He had comprehended so much from the Black Tortoise Pavilion stone wall...
Boom!
At this mont.
The surrounding disciples regained their senses, instantly causing an uproar in the Martial Arts Hall. Nurous sounds of shock, amazent, and cries surged from all sides.
"That palm strike was too formidable!"
"My heavens, how can such a fearso existence exist? He’s indeed at Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven, not Profound Pill Realm?"
"Even a Profound Pill Realm elder may not possess such strength!"
Listening to the buzz of comnts around.
Afar.
The short elder was dumbstruck.
The force of that technique was just too terrifying—even at his peak, he feared he couldn’t withstand it; he could only pin his hopes on Chen Juntu.
"Elder Chen, with your strength, teaching Ye Qingchen a lesson should be more than sufficient!" he said while looking at Chen Juntu beside him, but upon seeing him, he couldn’t help but be stunned.
Beside him, Chen Juntu was completely dazed.
Sweat was pouring from his forehead, back, and waist, his whole body seemingly drenched straight from water.
Despite this.
Chen Juntu dared not even wipe himself; his mind was consud by the imagery of Ye Qingchen’s palm hitting him just now!
Absolutely...
Would be killed!
"How terrifying is this kid!"
Chen Juntu silently wailed in his heart.
Though aware of Ye Qingchen’s records, he hadn’t seen them firsthand. Assuming Ye Qingchen, however strong, would have limits; yet now he realised how wrong he was!
The opponent’s strength had exceeded his imagination!
"Elder Chen!" "Elder Chen!"
Two calls from the short elder finally brought Chen Juntu back from shock.
And at this mont.
So disciples in the arena noticed Chen Juntu, then shouted aloud.
"Elder Chen, are you planning to fight Ye Qingchen?"
"Did you see Ye Qingchen’s palm just now? I eagerly await your duel!"
Eager my ass!
Chen Juntu nearly burst out swearing.
He had only one thought now, to leave quickly.
However.
Just as he was about to turn and depart, a distant voice suddenly echoed from the Martial Arts Arena:
"So you’re Elder Chen? I’ve waited for you for quite so ti!"
Chen Juntu looked up, seeing Ye Qingchen’s expectant gaze, his aged face drooped imdiately, grumbling internally, "This is big trouble!"
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