The Eight Major Sects, dozens of young talents, all struck out at once.
What an incredibly terrifying force that was!
The loose cultivators who had previously retreated far away felt the explosion of air waves from a distance, and couldn’t help but have their minds shaken, their faces dramatically changing, looking at Ye Qingchen as if they were sizing up a dead person.
"The foundation of the Eight Major Sects is truly terrifying! It hasn’t been long, yet the strength of these young talents has already increased so frighteningly!"
Countless people thought with shock in their hearts.
"Too strong! Too strong! Ye Qingchen is likely to find it difficult to escape this calamity this ti!"
More people, however, shook their heads repeatedly.
In their view,
this ti, the Eight Major Sects had co prepared and would definitely not give up easily. If Ye Qingchen were to hand over the Celestial Profound Flower and lower his head, perhaps he still had a way to survive. But since he was unwilling to yield even an inch, wasn’t this leading himself to a dead end?
No matter how strong he is, could he possibly overco the Eight Major Sects?
Just as everyone sighed.
Ye Qingchen had already stepped forward, carrying a boundless aura, suddenly burst out, and fiercely went to et the charging young talents head-on!
"Ding!"
Facing the Yanling Heavy Saber that had swept close to him, Ye Qingchen already struck with his sword.
The Silver Dragon Sword unfurled mightily, like moonlight erging.
With one sword strike.
Suddenly, a fierce wind roared through the valley.
Chen Beixuan was fast, but Ye Qingchen’s sword was faster.
He seed to transform into a gust of fierce wind, sweeping the sword light, directly landing on Chen Beixuan’s saber.
"Clang!"
A sound like a great bell resonating bood suddenly.
The invisible sound turned into visible sound waves, rolling and scattering, sweeping up fallen leaves on the ground, and simultaneously tearing the leaves to shreds.
Chen Beixuan let out a muffled grunt, his balance lost, retreating dozens of steps with his feet against the ground. Each step was like a drill, forcibly embedding into the ground, leaving a long trail of footprints.
"How is this possible!"
Chen Beixuan’s heart was filled with shock, his tiger’s mouth cracked, blood flowing profusely, barely able to hold onto the Yanling Heavy Saber.
However, no one answered him.
Ye Qingchen’s sword had already been released with a fierce slash.
"Clang!"
This sword was like heavy rain falling directly, carrying a force that pierced everything, and wherever the sword edge passed, within several feet, flowers, plants, and trees were all torn apart, even the air was ripped.
Where the sword’s radiance passed, nothing was indestructible, it could cut through everything!
"Screech!"
The sound of tearing suddenly ca.
Then it was seen.
The Cloud Palm, which was seven or eight zhang in size, capable of easily crushing a giant rock, was split in two under Ye Qingchen’s sword. The uncontrolled True Qi suddenly exploded from the giant palm, transforming into a massive cloud ring, surging toward the surroundings.
Then he raised a finger, eting Zhao Yue’s attack.
Thunder Shock Pointing!
This finger, like a stone breaking the sky, was like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the night, utterly unstoppable.
Boom!
The two attacks collided violently.
"Whoosh!"
Furious power swept madly, with the two at the center, the surrounding trees and rocks were all shattered and collapsed, and everything within sight was directly torn apart.
"Puff!"
Zhao Yue spat out another mouthful of blood mist, his entire person blasted away, slamming hard into the ground, his body causing the ground to cave in.
anwhile, Ye Qingchen stood in place, his feet like roots embedded in the ground, not moving an inch.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a flash.
Ye Qingchen had successively engaged with seven or eight young talents.
The entire valley was a scene of flashing blades and swords, countless Qi Forces wildly roiling, dust swirling, as if this piece of heaven and earth had plunged into chaos. In the dust, the charging young talents were surprisingly blasted away right on the spot!
"Is this for real?"
The onlookers around the valley couldn’t help but collectively gasp coldly.
They had never imagined.
Ye Qingchen was actually strong to such an extent that he easily broke through everyone’s siege. And looking at his posture, it was clear he had not yet exerted his full strength.
Naturally.
The most surprised were the young talents of the Eight Major Sects.
Despite their constant overestimation of Ye Qingchen, they had not expected his strength to exceed their imagination. But at this ti, they had already made their move, a situation where the arrow had to be released from the bowstring, withdrawing now would result in the Eight Major Sects having no chance for resurgence!
Boom!
Zhao Yue wiped the corner of his mouth, said nothing, quickly leaped over, and pointed a finger in the air, the force from the finger whistling harshly, capable of piercing the void.
"Mountain Blade!"
Chen Beixuan shouted, striking mid-air with his saber, the saber’s montum as heavy as a mountain, crushingly pressing toward Ye Qingchen.
"Cloud-Weaving Hand!"
Lei Qianjue’s face sank, slowly extending a palm, pressing heavily toward Ye Qingchen. This terrifying palm strike was simply like heaven and earth collapsing.
"Illusory Moon Sword!"
"Chiba Dance!"
"Startled Swan Step!"
The remaining young geniuses also launched their attacks simultaneously, with an even greater montum than before.
From afar, it looked like thunder and fierce winds, engulfing Ye Qingchen in an instant.
"Bring it on!"
Ye Qingchen’s eyes were clear and bright. With a flick of his wrist, a continuous stream of sword light burst forth.
In an instant.
Centered around him, within a radius of several dozen yards, Ye Qingchen’s figure was no longer visible. Everywhere one looked, there was only sword light. The sky was filled with sword rain, covering everything like a veil.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...
Wherever the sword light passed, deep sword marks were left on rocks and the ground.
Moreover, where the sword edge swept, it stirred up a vast thunderous roar.
"Is this Ye Qingchen’s true strength?"
Soone swallowed and said tremblingly.
Earlier.
Everyone thought that Ye Qingchen, trying to single-handedly resist the geniuses of the eight major sects, was courting death. Yet now, with just himself and one sword, he was actually fending off their onslaught.
The current situation was plain for all to see.
Although Lei Qianjue, Chen Beixuan, Zhao Yue, and others appeared formidable, their painstaking efforts were easily neutralized by Ye Qingchen.
anwhile, a casual strike from Ye Qingchen forced them into a continuous retreat.
"I really didn’t expect Ye Qingchen to be this powerful!" Li Xiu squinted his eyes, but then a hint of pride appeared: "But no matter how strong he is, how long can he last?"
All around, everyone was nodding as well.
Ye Qingchen was surrounded by many teenage prodigies, unable to break through. Even if he instantly repelled one person, another young genius would imdiately fill the gap.
Moreover, Lei Qianjue, Chen Beixuan, and Zhao Yue were like three powerful giants, steadfast as mountains, leading their entourage like a tidal wave, crashing over him again and again.
For a mont, it seed as though they were about to overwhelm Ye Qingchen.
"It looks like they’re going to win!"
Seeing this scene.
The disciples of the eight major sects all wore smiles of delight.
Jiang Churan and Hong Man, however, clenched their fists tightly, staring intently at the battlefield.
They naturally hoped Ye Qingchen could turn the tide.
Clang! Clash!
Ye Qingchen was surrounded by a crowd, breaking through in every direction but unable to escape. Facing the attacks sweeping over like a tidal wave, even with star power, he felt overwheld.
"Get out of my way!"
Watching the retreating crowd once again surging toward him, Ye Qingchen roared, his Qi Blood boiling like mighty rivers and seas. At this mont, he pushed his star power to the extre, sweeping up a terrifying storm, and in an instant had advanced straight to Zhao Yue’s face.
With a single dynamic point.
Thunder Shock Pointing!
The finger was like a thunderbolt, earth-shattering!
"Oh no!"
Zhao Yue trembled with fear, hastily counterattacking with a point of his own.
Boom!
The attacks clashed fiercely against each other.
The terrifying force violently tore through the air, even causing it to explode.
"Crack!"
The sound of a fracture suddenly echoed.
Zhao Yue’s right arm snapped with a bang, and he shot backward like an arrow from a bow, flying several dozen ters before crashing heavily to the ground, even causing the earth to collapse beneath him, unable to rise again.
"Feiliu Sword!"
After blasting away Zhao Yue, Ye Qingchen turned his gaze, wielding the Silver Dragon Sword, cutting through Chen Beixuan’s formidable blade light, and directly slashing towards him.
Chen Beixuan turned with his blade, unleashing his strongest strike to et this sword.
In the shocked eyes of the onlookers.
The Yanling Heavy Saber in Chen Beixuan’s hand shattered under this sword, and furthermore, Chen Beixuan was sent flying by the sword’s might, spitting out blood, his energy dropping to its lowest point.
"Attack!"
In an instant.
Ye Qingchen consecutively defeated two individuals, both formidable contenders on the list of geniuses, leaving the crowd in awe.
Nevertheless.
The battle continued!
Boom!
Ye Qingchen leaped into the air, slamming a foot down onto White Bell of the Yang Fla Sect, who roared in anger, forming a fist to counter the blow. Yet he was driven from mid-air to the ground by Ye Qingchen, his body pinned beneath.
In the next mont, he turned and cleaved at Fan Ming of the Vermilion Bird Sect, whose spear shadows twined like a dragon and snake, slashing a deep bone-revealing wound across his chest, nearly cutting him in two!
Simultaneously, with a raised hand, the Thunder Shock Point tore through Yu Hai of the True Martial Sect’s gusty blade montum, striking his chest, shattering the bones of his right arm!
Imdiately after, blasting away Yu Hai, he stepped forward, confronting Sun Yan of the Sun Sect, delivering a fierce palm strike. This palm landed like a father disciplining his son, leaving him kneeling, his knees driven into the earth.
...
Until finally, Ye Qingchen’s fighting spirit reached its peak, delivering a decisive sword slash, and no matter how Lei Qianjue resisted, he couldn’t withstand this sword, and under countless astonished gazes, Lei Qianjue was driven from the sky to the ground.
At this mont.
Dozens of young geniuses, no one was left to fight.
Disciples of the eight major sects were ashen-faced, simply unable to believe it.
Only Ye Qingchen remained, standing outside Wolf King Valley with a single sword, Sword Qi swirling around him like an Invincible War God.
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