Boom!
With a single step forward, Ye Qingchen seed to have crossed the line between life and death.
A ferocious force swept out with his step, causing the entire ship to tremble suddenly, and the surrounding seawater to churn violently. Countless people asleep in the cabin awoke in shock, bewildered as they looked around.
However.
They did not know that beneath the cabin, a slaughter was about to erupt.
Boom!
In that instant.
Nurous death warriors charged forth.
These warriors, nurtured by the Zhao Family, were not only loyal to their clan but also skilled enough to overwhelm hundreds. Though there were only about ten of them, their fierce onslaught was no less than an army of thousands.
"Hah!"
With a series of fierce shouts, these death warriors, when about seventy or eighty feet away from Ye Qingchen, leaped into the air, wielding long spears to kill.
The dim cabin was imdiately filled with dense spear shadows. Although their cultivation was not high, they had reached the level of Celestial Saints, and so many of them attacking together was not to be underestimated.
However.
Ye Qingchen rely raised his hand and struck with his palm.
"Boom!"
The palm strike appeared casual, but it dropped with divine might. A terrifying ancient force, like a galaxy pouring down, surged forward furiously.
In the void, a white wave could be seen erging, sweeping from in front of Ye Qingchen into the crowd.
"Thump!"
A dull sound echoed on the spot.
It was seen.
The leading death warriors were struck as if by lightning, as if trampled by a primordial beast, shattered to pieces on the spot. The residual force continued to surge toward the crowd behind them.
"Kill!"
Yet at this mont, seven more death warriors took a step forward.
The seven of them stepped forth simultaneously, wielding long spears, suddenly shaking them in the air and thrusting out. Their movents were like mirrors; whether stepping forward or executing a move, they were identical.
Seen was, seven spear shadows suddenly spun, swiftly lashing through the air, transforming into a blue spear light tens of feet long, slicing through the void and crashing into the imnse force.
"Boom!"
A ferocious loud noise erupted suddenly.
Like a massive wave crashing onto a reef, the death warriors, struck by the force, imdiately spat out blood. Many could not withstand the power, their long spears breaking completely.
But their joint strike still shattered Ye Qingchen’s palm strike.
"Oh?"
Ye Qingchen lifted an eyebrow at the sight.
Clearly.
The tactic the death warriors used was a coordinated strike, capable of unleashing multiple tis the power in an instant.
Nevertheless, he was unfazed.
The earlier palm was rely a casual strike from him.
"Die!"
The next mont.
He waved his right hand, fingertips raised a gust of wind, producing a blue sword light that swept across. Encompassing those seven or eight death warriors, in a flash of light, they were split in half without even having the chance to scream.
"How is this possible?"
Elder Zhao stared wide-eyed at the scene, his heart bleeding.
The family nurtured these death warriors at a considerable cost, each of them capable of handling significant tasks. Yet now, they were slaughtered like chickens by Ye Qingchen.
But he was more shocked by Ye Qingchen’s strength; wasn’t this young man frail and unsteady in steps when he boarded the ship?
"Kill!"
Just then.
A sudden shout ca as a death warrior in yellow dashed forward, closing in on Ye Qingchen.
The yellow-clad warrior’s aura surged to its limit, his muscles swelling like balloons, his spine writhing like a great dragon. Imnse power arose from beneath his feet, flooding his limbs and gathering in his palms.
At the sa ti, he pushed forward with his spear!
In that instant.
Like a flood finding a breach, it poured out wildly. It seed even space itself was pierced by this spear, all its power converging at a point.
"Good!"
Even Elder Zhao couldn’t help but praise upon seeing this spear.
Yet against this.
Ye Qingchen rely raised a finger, gently touching the spear’s tip.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound of tal striking stone rang out silently.
Seen was.
The ferocious force attached to the spear tip was instantly engulfed by an even more terrifying power under Ye Qingchen’s finger. To the disbelief of all present, the spear tip shattered in an instant.
"Cough!"
The yellow-clad warrior spat out blood on the spot, his body flying back faster than it ca, dead before he hit the ground.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Witnessing this.
Elder Zhao trembled all over.
He could no longer endure, roaring furiously, he stomped his foot.
"Thump!"
Elder Zhao’s strike was far more powerful than those death warriors before, causing the massive ship to tremble in shock, swaying left and right. Cries of alarm burst forth within the ship.
Yet Elder Zhao ignored it, with his footfall, he leapt fiercely, like a leaping dragon with a vast afterimage, crazily charging forth.
Under this punch, even the Spiritual Qi within the cabin swirled, surging back violently, forming a ferocious angered dragon in an instant.
In almost an instant, it roared up to Ye Qingchen, as if opening its bloodthirsty maw to devour him whole!
"Elder Zhao has struck!"
"It’s Dragon Serpent Ascend!"
"That dragon is condensed from Elder Zhao’s lifeti of True Qi, though the punch consus a lot, its power is undeniably great..."
"Look, Ye Qingchen is striking back!"
"That palm..."
Under the astonished eyes of all.
Faced with Elder Zhao’s overpowering, unstoppable punch, Ye Qingchen rely raised his right hand slowly and gently pushed forward. Under this palm, ti seed to stop silently.
In the depths of countless eyes, the overwhelming dragon that charged roared was vanquished, shattered like foam beneath the palm.
The remaining force unerringly stamped onto Elder Zhao’s chest.
This palm.
Casual beyond asure, as if greeting an acquaintance.
But.
Elder Zhao’s body jolted violently, his chest caved in, and the corresponding spot on his back bulged with a palm print.
"How is this possible?"
Elder Zhao’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Yet.
He could no longer speak.
His body erupted with a series of cracking noises, collapsing to the ground with a thud. Ye Qingchen’s palm not only shattered his heart veins but also crushed all his bones.
Silence!
The cabin fell into dead silence.
The nurous death warriors gazed at the scene, stunned, seemingly not daring to believe it.
Yet.
As they reeled, Ye Qingchen casually retracted his right hand, his gaze scanning over.
In that instant.
The bodies of many death warriors trembled, a desperate thought unwittingly erging:
"It’s over!"
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