Ye Qingchen’s thods completely exceeded his expectations.
He originally thought.
No matter how strong Ye Qingchen was, the people he brought would be enough to make him beg for rcy.
But he never imagined that Ye Qingchen’s combat power far surpassed his calculations. Even more unexpected was Ye Qingchen’s ruthlessness, directly incapacitating the senior disciples who followed him!
How could he swallow this insult?
"Ye Qingchen, I will not forgive you!" Zhao Tianyu slowly stood up, his face twisted to the extre, and his cold gaze locked onto Ye Qingchen, "Today, I will crush every bone in your body, rendering you completely useless!"
Boom!
The next mont, a terrifying killing intent swept out without reservation.
Spiritual Sea Eighth Heaven!
Crash!
Almost the instant the aura spread out, it transford into a surging hurricane, violently lifting everyone on the ground away.
Imdiately after, the hurricane roared towards Ye Qingchen, crushing everything in its path. A series of loud crashes could be heard as tables and chairs in front were smashed into countless splinters, followed by corridors and platforms...
The terrifying hurricane extended from Zhao Tianyu’s feet, surging forward, reaching Ye Qingchen.
This fierce aura could shake even gold and stone.
However.
Facing this hurricane, Ye Qingchen remained unfazed, rely taking a gentle step forward.
This step was like stepping into the eye of the storm; no matter how the air waves raged like a torrential flood, when they reached Ye Qingchen, they had to obediently turn into trickling streams, a breeze brushing past, quietly dissipating.
"You think you’re worthy?"
Ye Qingchen looked proudly ahead, his gaze unwavering.
Thump!
Without a word, Zhao Tianyu burst forward.
His steps swift as wind, like a shooting star chasing the moon, he appeared before Ye Qingchen as if shrinking the ground beneath his feet.
"Gale Claw!"
Swoosh!
Sharp as blades, the claw power screeched piercingly, viciously grasping towards Ye Qingchen.
This claw was extrely fast, almost tearing through the air.
Yet, Ye Qingchen’s sword was even faster.
A crisp sword cry suddenly rang out, and in an instant, a beam of sword light burst forth from Ye Qingchen’s hand, so brilliant it was blinding, directly crashing into the claw.
"Sss!" "Sss!" "Sss!"
Sword Qi crisscrossed, claw power howled.
The power from both sides’ clash transford into a fierce gale, spreading in all directions.
Clang!
Jiang Churan slashed open a wave of force heading their way, retreating repeatedly with Ye Qing.
As for the other side, the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect retreated in all directions, looking ahead with astonishnt.
Only to see.
The area where the two were battling was already enveloped by endless sword light.
Wherever the sword light passed, the ground, walls, and rock pillars were covered with deep sword marks.
Indeed.
The terrifying sword speed even made this space faintly resonate with thunderous sounds.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the battle, within Ye Qingchen, two stars suddenly quaked, and a torrent of star power erupted, causing a myriad of sword lights to shoot forth.
Where the sword light reached, everything exploded into pieces.
"Ah!"
Suddenly.
A scream echoed out.
A figure flew out from the sword light, falling heavily to the ground.
Everyone rushed to look ahead, involuntarily gasping.
It was Zhao Tianyu.
A deep sword mark was etched across his chest, exposing white bones, almost cleaving him in half.
"How is this possible?"
The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, who had hoped Zhao Tianyu would end everything with a single strike, were left flabbergasted.
In just ten moves.
Zhao Tianyu was defeated, and so utterly?
Before they could recover, Ye Qingchen’s figure suddenly blurred, appearing before Zhao Tianyu, kicking him fiercely.
In an instant, Zhao Tianyu seed to transform into a ball, sent flying by the kick, rolling dozens of ters on the ground, like a dead dog, lying there.
"Now, do you still want to keep here?"
Ye Qingchen spoke coldly.
At this mont.
The Celestial Fragrance Tower fell silent.
The people who were previously so arrogant and confident in dealing with Ye Qingchen were now too scared to speak a word. Their gaze towards Ye Qingchen was filled with deep fear. Even Zhao Tianyu, the strongest among them, was lying on the ground.
Who else dared to face the sharpness of Ye Qingchen?
How could Ye Qingchen’s strength be this formidable?
"Ye Qingchen, this ti I’ve lost..."
Zhao Tianyu barely lifted his head, his eyes filled with infinite fear and anger. Fear for the opponent’s strength, and anger because he, a senior, was beaten to the ground by a junior, begging for rcy.
"I can’t hold you back, you can go now!"
Zhao Tianyu said in a deep voice.
He only wanted to buy ti now.
This situation, being stomped down by Ye Qingchen, was sothing Zhao Tianyu had envisioned before, so he had a backup plan. Now, reinforcents were already on the way. As long as they arrived, Ye Qingchen was dood.
Ye Qingchen’s lips curled into a cold smile and said, "You tell to co, and I co? You tell to leave, and I leave? Is it that easy!"
"What do you want to do?" Zhao Tianyu’s heart sank, a bad premonition rising in his chest.
"What do I want to do?"
Ye Qingchen squinted, "What I want to do is very simple, which is to return to you double what you did to Hong Man!"
Boom!
The mont the words fell.
Ye Qingchen kicked out heavily onto Zhao Tianyu’s chest. With a ’crack,’ several of Zhao Tianyu’s ribs were directly broken, and his whole body was sent flying, vomiting blood profusely.
"Next, it’s your limbs!"
Ye Qingchen’s gaze was icy, stepping step by step towards Zhao Tianyu.
"No, don’t!"
Zhao Tianyu’s eyes were filled with despair as he cried out in panic.
Just then.
In the distance, a roar sounded.
"Stop, who dares hurt a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect?"
At the sa ti.
They saw several streaks of light rapidly approaching the Celestial Fragrance Tower.
"It’s the elders! It’s our Shifang Sword Sect’s elders!"
"Haha, the elders are here!"
"Ye Qingchen is dead this ti!"
Hearing these shouts.
The previously terrified crowd broke into cheers.
"Ye Qingchen, let’s go quickly!"
Jiang Churan couldn’t help but look serious.
"Brother!"
Ye Qing also shouted loudly.
And Zhao Tianyu, as if grabbing onto a lifeline, imdiately restored his arrogant deanor: "Haha, Ye Qingchen, our Shifang Sword Sect’s elders are here. Let’s see what you’ll do next? If you kneel and beg for rcy, you might still save your dog life..."
"Elders? No matter who cos today, no one can save you!"
Ye Qingchen remained unmoved, slowly lifting his foot, and directly stepped towards Zhao Tianyu’s arm.
Zhao Tianyu was full of terror.
He never imagined that Ye Qingchen would be so uncompromising, even when the sect elders arrived, showing no sign of backing down. All his previous arrogance disappeared, and he began to wail for rcy:
"No, don’t..."
Crack!
But the next mont.
Ye Qingchen’s foot, as if thunder, already stomped down.
A foot filled with star power, how fierce it was, in an instant Zhao Tianyu’s right arm was crushed.
"Ah!"
Zhao Tianyu scread miserably.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ye Qingchen’s expression remained unchanged, delivering three more stomps, directly crippling Zhao Tianyu.
And at this mont.
Those streaks of light had already swept through the air, appearing directly in the scene.
As the light faded, it revealed an old man with a grim gaze, a thin fra.
The elder of the Shifang Sword Sect, had arrived!
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