In the eyes of Lin Xuanzi and the others.
Although rumors of once slaying the Mo Luo Celestial Saint were widespread, they couldn't take it seriously. After all, the Mo Luo Celestial Saint had been fallen for four or five hundred years, but was just a remnant soul, how much strength could be left, it is naturally a matter of opinion.
Even if a genuine Celestial Saint Powerhouse stood here, they could still give it a fight with the synergy of their five Half-Step Celestial Saints.
Two terrifying auras clashed like two waves, crashing fiercely together.
"Boom!"
A heaven-shocking roar thundered across the entire sky above Yun Ding City.
Amidst the terrifying explosion.
A horrifying hurricane swept out in all directions from the epicenter of the collision between the two auras, rcilessly engulfing those who hadn't had ti to flee, tossing them hundreds of ters away.
Then.
Before they could stand back up, they imdiately gazed forward.
What they saw.
Was the vast Red Stone Inn, as if being frenziedly torn apart, countless lightning-like cracks spread maddeningly. In the depths of many people's eyes, the several hundred feet wide Red Stone Inn succumbed to this terrible impact and crumbled, turning into ruins.
And in those ruins, Ye Qingchen stood calmly with his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering and robes flapping, showing an unscathed stance.
"This is the power of the five of you combined. To , it's nothing special!" Ye Qingchen, with hands clasped behind, looked into the void, staring at the increasingly scowling five, saying, "Who gave you the courage to dare attack in Yun Ding City?"
anwhile.
Ye Qingchen's aura climbed higher and higher, soaring, seemingly endless.
The crowd only felt that this silver fla appeared like the Ancient Divine Mountain Buzhou Mountain, crushing down at them, reversing the roles, and landing heavily upon them.
"What?"
Feeling this aura, the five's eyes contracted sharply.
Clearly, it was unbelievable.
Under their combined forces, not only could they not suppress the opponent's aura, but they were countered instead.
Yet they couldn't have imagined.
Ye Qingchen, having experienced a myriad of kills in the Abyssal Valley Secret Realm and faced the old ghost Mo Luo Celestial Saint, had tempered his aura to a degree that re mortals couldn't shake. Even if a Celestial Saint Powerhouse appeared, they shouldn't expect him to bow his head!
"Ye Qingchen, don't be arrogant!"
Lei Xingkong, nearly spitting blood in frustration, suddenly roared, already the first to make a move.
Clang!
As his blade swung, a dazzling Half Moon Blade Aura surged forward. Like a white crane spreading wings, a silver disk suddenly appeared, tearing through the sky, carrying a dozen-ter-long blade aura, slashing down from above.
Even before the blade aura arrived, the overwhelming Sword Intent had already swept over.
"Humph!"
Ye Qingchen snorted coldly, as if grasping the wind.
Then there was.
A sword light, erupting with a roar, like a dragon dancing in the sky, shooting up to the Ninth Heaven. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, it instantly spanned hundreds of ters of void, crashing savagely onto the blade aura.
"Clang!"
Lei Xingkong felt as if his strike had hit the monstrous waves, nearly losing grip of his own blade.
anwhile, he retreated continuously.
"How is he so powerful?"
The shock in Lei Xingkong's eyes was apparent.
He initially thought that with his Half-Step Celestial Saint cultivation, crushing Ye Qingchen who was only at the Profound Core Ninth Heaven should be a simple task. Yet, just one clash, the superiority was undeniable.
"Strike again!"
Ye Qingchen paid no heed to Lei Xingkong's horror, propelling his star force once more, his entire being transforming into a blinding sword light, slicing towards Lei Xingkong like Hou Yi's Arrow.
Lei Xingkong's expression drastically changed, his old force exhausted, new force yet to rise; how could he withstand such a chop?
"Brother Lei can't hold on, everyone strike!"
Monk Jiuru quickly said.
As he spoke, he already clenched his fist and stepped fiercely forward. With that step, it was as if crossing through the void, directly appearing before Ye Qingchen. A punch like a mountain collapsing struck violently.
"Haha, co on!"
Ye Qingchen laughed aloud, swinging his sleeve, raising his palm directly to et it.
"This kid is too arrogant!"
Seeing Ye Qingchen's actions, Monk Jiuru's eyes glinted with anger.
It's known.
The technique he practiced was the Great Vajra Divine Power, with boundless and raging Qi Blood, once unleashed, as if waves of a torrential sea. Every punch and kick bore the might to rival heavens falling and earth cracking, even beasts wouldn't dare compete with it.
Yet this boy dared to collide head-on!
"Boom!"
Punch and palm t.
A muffled roar sounded instantly.
Monk Jiuru only felt a vast and imnse force, like a reverse flood, crashing towards him. His monk robe couldn't withstand this power, bursting into fragnts like scattered butterflies.
"How is his strength so formidable?"
Monk Jiuru felt incredulous; it's known that Body Refining Technique is harder to achieve than ordinary martial skills, his lineage from the western Vajra Temple, practicing this thod since childhood, thus acquiring the undefeated Great Vajra Divine Power. How could Ye Qingchen possess such terrifying strength?
Almost simultaneously.
The other three also struck.
"Zheng!"
Chu Xianliu flicked his finger, transforming it into a sword, slashing swiftly. The Wind Sword Montum he possessed ca along with the strike, that seemingly primordial wild gale descended fiercely.
Ye Yuxin extended her finger, as white as a scallion, countless icy threads stretched from her fingertips, enveloping hundreds of ters in an instant. These were lines condensed from cold True Qi, though thin as hairs, hard as iron, breaking through the space!
Finally, Lin Xuanzi acted. He stepped forward abruptly, reaching out powerfully with his right hand. The black flas around him rolled like tides, turning into a colossal black palm several dozen ters large, grabbing toward Ye Qingchen.
In an instant.
The remaining three attacked in unison.
Yet.
Ye Qingchen was unafraid, laughing heartily:
"Good one!"
"Chu Xianliu, let experience your Wind Sword Montum!"
"Go!"
He raised his hand.
A green Wind Flying Sword ford beside him, though only three inches long, was crystal clear, as if forged from the most flawless jade.
Chu Xianliu barely glimpsed the green flash, as the Wind Flying Sword tore apart the overwhelming gale, zooming directly towards him. With a 'bang', Chu Xianliu's wooden hairpin was shattered, propelling him backward dozens of steps before finally stabilizing.
Imdiately after.
He clenched his fist, punching forward ferociously, causing the void to tremble suddenly, as if a corner of a white paper was lifted, shivering violently. Initially a ripple like on water, it swiftly transford into mighty surging waves.
Ye Yuxin's eyes flashed with panic, clapping her hands together, enfolding herself in layers of endless icy threads like a cocoon. The 'boom' that followed jolted her body, making her grunt and fly backward.
Finally.
Ye Qingchen waved his hand, a vast ancient force blasting out through his palm, vehently eting the overwhelming black fla palm.
Before Lin Xuanzi could react, he saw that massive palm suddenly quaver, pierced directly by Ye Qingchen's palm force, continuing its unchecked montum toward him.
Even Lin Xuanzi found himself sowhat flustered.
He continuously delivered several palm strikes, shattering the palm force, yet he still got driven backward, his feet leaving ssy footprints on the ground before finally stopping after shattering a flower bed with a stamp.
Then.
Lin Xuanzi abruptly lifted his head to gaze at the figure in mid-air.
A serene voice echoed quietly:
"If five of you are only this capable, prepare yourselves for death!"
Montarily.
Expressions turned exceedingly grim.
Ye Qingchen, up against five, still held the upper hand.
This was a terrifying power indeed!
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