Gliding!
Zheng Yuanfeng glided ahead.
Pursuing!
Ye Qingchen relentlessly chased after him.
Stunning speed, raging True Qi, resounding above the volcano. In almost an instant, this frenzied chase had already burst out of the volcano, charging into areas of the island.
There were still quite a few cultivators on the island.
When they saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded, unable to believe it.
"What’s going on? Isn’t that the Fourth Elder of the Slaughter Hall? Who is chasing him?"
"Heavens!"
When everyone turned their gaze and saw the figure closely pursuing behind Zheng Yuanfeng, they couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
"Am I seeing things?"
"Ye Qingchen is actually chasing Zheng Yuanfeng!"
Such a commotion left everyone dumbfounded.
Zheng Yuanfeng.
As the Fourth Elder of the Slaughter Hall, his cultivation had reached Profound Pill Eighth Heaven, though not very powerful, his strength exceeded ordinary imagination. Yet, he was being chased by Ye Qingchen?
If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have believed it.
"Damn, how is this brat so fast!"
Seeing Ye Qingchen getting closer, Zheng Yuanfeng was terrified out of his wits.
How could he be so fast?
There were at least dozens of disciples in the volcano, could they have all been massacred so quickly? He thought these disciples could hold him off for at least half an incense stick’s ti.
"Ye Qingchen! Stop, halt... as long as you spare , this whole Slaughter Hall incident will be forgotten. I will persuade the Spirit Coffin Sect to cease fire and reconcile, never to pursue this matter again!"
"Otherwise, even if you kill , it won’t do any good! You absolutely won’t be able to bear the wrath of our Slaughter Hall!"
Seeing Ye Qingchen getting ever closer.
Zheng Yuanfeng could no longer curb his fear and shouted loudly.
"What an idiot! At this point, you still dare to threaten !" Ye Qingchen squinted, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes, "Do you think I would spare your Slaughter Hall?"
As he finished speaking.
Ye Qingchen suddenly stamped his foot.
"Boom!"
Like the collapse of heaven and earth, the entire ground montarily crushed by a terrifying force, forcibly forming a massive depression stretching dozens of ters.
This depression was clearly the imprint of a foot.
And Ye Qingchen himself surged forth like a soaring aurora, fiercely shooting out.
"Sizzle!"
In the vast void.
At this mont, extended a white airwave hundreds of ters long, stretching from beneath Ye Qingchen’s feet all the way to the front of Zheng Yuanfeng.
"No!"
Zheng Yuanfeng let out a miserable cry, managing only to raise his hands before being struck head-on by Ye Qingchen’s blow.
"Thud!"
A mighty sound echoed.
Only to see.
Zheng Yuanfeng’s body trembled sharply, directly knocked from the sky, crashing down with a thud. Even as a Profound Pill Eighth Heaven expert, he couldn’t withstand such an attack, his internal organs jolted out of place, bones loosened, spitting blood.
"What to do?"
"Am I really going to die here?"
Watching Ye Qingchen slowly stepping toward him.
Zheng Yuanfeng’s eyes were filled with fear.
Suddenly.
The corner of his eye caught sight of a group of people gathered in a corner, and a glimr of hope erged in his heart. He hurriedly ran toward the crowd, shouting loudly:
"Save quickly!"
"I am Zheng Yuanfeng, as long as you save , I will greatly reward you in the future!"
Hearing Zheng Yuanfeng reveal his identity, many were stirred.
That was the Fourth Elder of the Slaughter Hall!
If they could save him.
The reward would not be small.
However, as they clearly saw the face of the pursuer, their eyes contracted again, and the fiery hearts instantly turned cold. Why was it Ye Qingchen? Why was it this Fierce God?
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The scene fell into a deadly silence.
Only Ye Qingchen’s footsteps descending from the heavens remained.
Under his feet, it seed as though there were invisible steps, each one striking down like a heavy drum sound pounding Zheng Yuanfeng’s heart.
"Hmm?"
Ye Qingchen’s gaze swept across the surroundings.
He hadn’t expected to find a palace in this stretch of forest, nor that there would be more than ten cultivators gathered in front of it. These cultivators were all at the Seventh to Eighth Heaven of the Profound Pill stage, with so even stronger than Zheng Yuanfeng.
However.
Ye Qingchen simply didn’t care.
His target was only Zheng Yuanfeng.
Seeing Ye Qingchen approaching as if there was no one else around, Zheng Yuanfeng’s face turned deathly pale to the extre. He kept loudly wailing and pleading for rcy, looking towards the others: "I’m begging you, save . As long as I can survive, the Slaughter Hall will certainly give heavy thanks..."
Finally.
An elderly man furrowed his brows. It was unclear if it was because of Ye Qingchen’s indifferent deanor or the temptation in Zheng Yuanfeng’s promises that moved him, as he stepped forward:
"Ye Qingchen, let things go. Zheng Yuanfeng has already learned his lesson, and you have also destroyed many disciples of the Slaughter Hall. Why do you have to be so relentless?"
"I’m relentless?"
Ye Qingchen raised his brows, sneering: "When the Slaughter Hall attacked in Xingyue City, why didn’t you co forward and say such words? When the Slaughter Hall issued a bounty to besiege in Nine Dragon Mountain, why didn’t you step forward and say such words?"
"Get lost!"
Ye Qingchen shouted angrily, his voice echoing like thunder.
To such people, Ye Qingchen showed no courtesy whatsoever. Pretending to be noble and high-minded, they wished to resolve grudges with just a few words at the moral high ground.
Did they not see what the Slaughter Hall had done to him?
With these words, the elderly man with grey beard imdiately blushed with sha. He naturally understood the actions of the Slaughter Hall. His words were indeed unreasonable, but being rebuked by Ye Qingchen in public caused a flush of anger to arise on his face.
"Ye Qingchen, don’t be arrogant!" The grey-bearded elder’s voice turned cold, saying sternly, "You’ve acted recklessly along the way and have committed too many atrocities. Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and remove you completely!"
"You want to make a move on ?" Ye Qingchen’s gaze instantly turned dark.
"Indeed!" The grey-bearded elder snorted coldly, "If you surrender now, perhaps I can spare your miserable life. Otherwise, without exception, I’ll kill and not bury!"
He noticed that Ye Qingchen’s cultivation was only at the Fifth Heaven of the Profound Pill stage, and since Ye Qingchen had previously clashed with Zheng Yuanfeng, he confidently believed he wouldn’t lose to him.
Sigh—
Seeing this scene.
Zheng Yuanfeng finally let out a breath of relief.
He recognized the elder who intervened. The elder was nad Tang Yuanfei, at the Peak of the Seventh Heaven of the Profound Pill stage, the Patriarch of the Tang Family in Tongxuan Continent, and had so connections with the Slaughter Hall.
"Once I get through this calamity, I must report this matter to the Great Elder, ensuring you are torn to pieces!"
Zheng Yuanfeng thought to himself.
And Tang Yuanfei was also filled with pride.
He looked at Ye Qingchen, who remained unmoved, furrowing his brows and yelling loudly:
"Why haven’t you scrambled away yet!"
With that.
He already made a clawing motion, directly attacking Ye Qingchen.
"Scramble?"
A cold light flickered in Ye Qingchen’s eyes, his figure suddenly swayed as if he shortened the distance, arriving directly in front of Tang Yuanfei. He clenched his hand into a fist and struck directly.
"You little brat, dare you?"
Tang Yuanfei shouted angrily, his sleeves inflated, and every strand of hair stood upright as he gathered his full strength, akin to a Yellow Turban Warrior swinging a heavy fist, confronting Ye Qingchen’s punch.
"Crack!"
The sound of bone cracking resonated.
Tang Yuanfei’s right arm imdiately fractured, bending outward as he spewed a mouthful of blood, being propelled backward.
"You little brat, you actually dared to injure ..."
Tang Yuanfei was both furious and shocked.
Furious that Ye Qingchen dared to strike him, placing no regard for him at all.
Shocked that Ye Qingchen’s power was unexpectedly strong, unable to withstand even a single punch from him.
However.
Before the curses subsided, Ye Qingchen’s figure flashed, darting swiftly above him.
"Not good!"
Tang Yuanfei was filled with horror, hurriedly attempting to defend against Ye Qingchen, but Ye Qingchen’s foot had already stomped down powerfully.
Boom!
Under the stunned eyes of the onlookers, Tang Yuanfei was directly stomped to the ground, his entire chest collapsed completely, with his bones shattered all over, dying on the spot beyond any chance of survival.
Ye Qingchen stood proudly with his hands behind his back, scanning his surroundings with gaze.
"Who else wants to challenge?"
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