The Slaughter Hall disciple was about to capture Ye Qingchen, but when he saw the other’s face clearly, his body instantly stiffened, as if he’d seen a ghost.
This face.
He could never forget it!
The one who killed Xu Shanqiao in Xingyue City, annihilated Lin Kuanghu in Nine Dragon Mountain, and confronted Yuan Shisan in Black Abyss City.
He never expected.
To encounter this Fierce God here.
"Ye... Ye Qingchen..."
The young disciple’s eyes were filled with fear.
In the distance.
Those cultivators imprisoned by Slaughter Hall also noticed the situation here.
They looked over in astonishnt.
They saw a delicate-looking young man standing there.
While just a mont ago, the Slaughter Hall disciples, who were arrogant and fierce in front of them, were now screaming and retreating as if they had seen a vengeful ghost.
"Is it him?"
Upon seeing the young man, the crowd was first slightly puzzled, then soone suddenly recalled sothing, their pupils contracting.
As for the nurous Slaughter Hall disciples who were previously sowhat dissatisfied, upon recognizing that face, a chill they couldn’t suppress surged within their hearts, collectively changing their expressions.
Why is it this God of Slaughter?
"Run!"
The previously cold youth, without a word, transford into a streak of light, fleeing into the distance. The other disciples dared not linger and all took off with the wind, escaping towards afar.
"They escaped?"
Seeing this scene.
The many cultivators were utterly astonished.
They never expected Slaughter Hall to be so afraid of Ye Qingchen.
Of course, the people of Slaughter Hall had to flee, from the mont they saw Ye Qingchen, their hearts sank.
They hadn’t anticipated that in simply coming to capture so pathfinder pawns, they would encounter Ye Qingchen. As Slaughter Hall disciples, no one knew better than they did how terrifying Ye Qingchen was.
"Never thought Ye Qingchen would be on our island! We must report this to the Fifth Elder as soon as possible. With the Fifth Elder here, we need not fear him!"
The cold youth thought, increasing his speed further.
However.
At that mont, a sneer ca from behind:
"Haha, trying to leave now, don’t you think it’s too late?"
Before they could react, they felt a gust of wind sweeping by, and Ye Qingchen was already before them, blocking their way.
"Ye Qingchen, do you really want to battle us Slaughter Hall to the death?"
The cold youth said with a chilly voice.
Ye Qingchen’s eyes carried a hint of mockery: "It was your Slaughter Hall who targeted first, what right do you have to play the victim? Now this is just what you brought upon yourselves!"
Ye Qingchen had no good feelings toward Slaughter Hall.
In the past.
They pursued him from Xingyue City, to Nine Dragon Mountain, and then to Black Abyss City.
Both sides were long since locked in a death struggle.
The cold youth’s expression shifted; since he couldn’t escape, he’d fight to the death. He deed himself a Profound Pill Fifth Heaven cultivator, even if not Ye Qingchen’s match, he could stall until reinforcents arrived.
As he indulged in his wild thoughts, Ye Qingchen had already launched a Celestial Kill from the heavens.
"I’m not so pushover!"
The cold youth’s eyes glistened with a frigid gleam.
"Zheng!"
The sound of swords clashing suddenly echoed.
In an instant.
Surging True Qi erged mightily, violent Sword Qi surged loftily at this mont, terrifying Sword Qi almost enveloping the sky, sweeping forth like a furious tide, covering the heavens and earth.
Where the Sword Qi passed, all the surrounding grass, wood, and stones were bisected, revealing smooth, mirror-like surfaces. Even the air was sliced, creating a spectacle of white mist resembling catkins!
Clearly, this sword contained all his life’s cultivation.
Boom!
Sword Qi engulfed, instantly surrounding Ye Qingchen.
"Oh oh oh!"
Seeing this scene.
The Slaughter Hall mbers let out a collective wild cry.
The cold youth’s lips also curled into a smile, saying coldly: "I thought this boy was impressive, turns out he’s just so-so..."
Yet.
Just as that smile appeared, it suddenly froze.
For in the sky-filling radiance of the sword light, a jade-like hand seed to erge from the void, directly slapping toward him.
"Not good!"
The cold young man’s expression changed wildly, retreating desperately.
However.
As fast as he was, how could he possibly outpace Ye Qingchen’s palm? He could only watch helplessly as the palm struck his chest.
In others’ eyes, the palm seed indifferent, but when it landed on the cold youth’s chest, his body jolted, and a deep palm print appeared on his chest, his back bizarrely protruding.
Attempting to move again, he was already fixed there, his breath completely severed.
Only then.
Did Ye Qingchen’s entire figure erge from the Sword Qi, causing everyone to gasp. They saw that Ye Qingchen was unscathed, not even a corner of his clothing had been hard.
"Everyone, attack together!"
Seeing this scene.
The Slaughter Hall people exchanged glances, roaring together as they charged toward Ye Qingchen.
They understood.
In such a situation, if they didn’t join forces, they wouldn’t survive at all.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
In a mont.
Everyone drew their weapons, charging at Ye Qingchen.
These ten or so people, the weakest among them were Profound Pill Second Layer, the strongest reaching Profound Pill Fourth Layer. If combined, they could move effortlessly across the island.
But sadly.
They encountered Ye Qingchen!
"Courting death!"
Ye Qingchen remained unfazed, lifting his right hand slightly, waving lightly.
"Rumble!"
A trendous noise suddenly erupted.
This palm, as if pushed by divine force, unleashed an unimaginable ancient power. In the shocked eyes of many cultivators, like a deluge of floodwaters swept out, and those more than ten Slaughter Hall disciples were like deadwood and twigs in the flood, instantly shattered without leaving a trace.
The entire ground was gouged deep by this palm, as if a raging dragon had scourged through.
Afterward.
Ye Qingchen turned his gaze to the last female disciple of Slaughter Hall.
"Clang!"
The female disciple, witnessing this scene, was so frightened that her sword dropped from her hands, her face turning ashen. The recent torrent had almost brushed against her, one slight deviation would have turned her into dust.
"Young Master Ye, as long as you spare , I’m willing to do anything for you..."
She raised her face, hoping to use her charms to escape this calamity.
She believed her looks were not bad, and Ye Qingchen, in his pri, couldn’t resist such temptation.
"Not needed!"
Ye Qingchen’s expression remained indifferent as he raised his hand and struck.
Rumble!
It was as if thunder echoed in the void, as a massive force descended from the sky, turning her to dust.
In just a few breaths.
Seventeen Slaughter Hall disciples were completely obliterated!
"All dead already?"
The multitude of cultivators captured by Slaughter Hall were utterly stupefied, unable to believe.
This!
Was the terror of Ye Qingchen!
Slowly retracting his hand, Ye Qingchen finally turned to gaze at the group of cultivators captured by Slaughter Hall.
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