Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Too weak!

Ye Qingchen's indifferent words fell in the arena like a thunderclap, instantly awakening everyone from their shock.

At that moment.

Their gazes at Ye Qingchen turned into deep apprehension.

As for Han Yunsheng, his expression was as calm as water. He was well aware of Jian Xun's strength, and he thought he would not have been able to take that strike himself. Yet it was flicked away by Chen Fan with a single finger. To what extent had Ye Qingchen's cultivation strength reached?

However.

As the Hall Master of the Alchemy Hall, he quickly regained his composure and said coldly, "Sir, I admit your strength is formidable, but you must know that offending our Spirit Coffin Sect is not a wise move! Your actions could very well bring disaster upon yourself and your family!"

"Oh?"

Ye Qingchen looked on with a half-smile, "Then what do you think I should do next?"

"You are indeed powerful, but I am the Hall Master of the Spirit Coffin Sect, and our sect has many experts. Rather than fight to mutual destruction, why not stop and make peace?"

Han Yunsheng paused, adding, "Of course, since you have offended our Spirit Coffin Sect, you must naturally kowtow and apologize to us!"

The Spirit Coffin Sect's power is immense, its influence spanning the entire Tongxuan Continent.

Even if it had recently suffered some setbacks, its foundation and heritage were incomparable. Even though Ye Qingchen had shown formidable strength earlier, he did not have a trace of fear.

Han Yunsheng was confident that the opponent would not dare act against him.

"Kowtow and apologize?" A mocking smile appeared on Ye Qingchen's face. "I didn't expect that the people of the Spirit Coffin Sect were all a bunch of fools!"

Ignoring Han Yunsheng's gradually darkening gaze, Ye Qingchen nonchalantly said:

"A few days ago, the Spirit Coffin Sect disciples I encountered were also arrogant and overbearing. Yet I only used one move, and they were so frightened that they crippled themselves and rolled out of Yun Ding City."

"I originally thought they would return with some formidable reinforcements from the Spirit Coffin Sect, but I didn't expect it would only be you two!"

"If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, perhaps I will leave a trace of bloodline for your Spirit Coffin Sect!"

Boom!

The crowd was almost unable to keep their eyes from popping out of their sockets upon hearing those words.

This youth is simply too fierce, isn't he?

"So, you were the scoundrel who injured my sect's disciples a few days ago?" Han Yunsheng's eyes widened, and then his face twisted with a sinister expression. They had searched all over Yun Ding City but couldn't find the culprit, and who could have imagined that the brat had been right here.

"Indeed, you ignore the road to Heaven and barge into Hell's door!"

He clapped his hands abruptly.

Instantly.

A flurry of footsteps could suddenly be heard coming from outside the auction house, and everyone watched in horror as Spirit Coffin Sect disciples swarmed in like a tidal wave from all directions.

Seeing the disciples flooding in, Han Yunsheng finally relaxed a bit, and he looked at Ye Qingchen with a half-smile and said, "No matter how strong you are, how can you resist our Spirit Coffin Sect? If you kneel and beg for mercy now, perhaps I can leave you with a whole corpse!"

The crowd witnessed this and shook their heads quietly.

See!

This is the price of impulsiveness!

No matter how strong you are, how can you compete with the Spirit Coffin Sect?

All it takes is their words and the Heaven and Earth Net is cast, leaving you with no escape.

Having finished speaking, Han Yunsheng's gaze swept around with pride.

Amidst the crowd in the auction house, no one was unaffected by the overwhelming momentum of the Spirit Coffin Sect disciples; many turned pale with fear, uncertain whether to advance or retreat.

Only a few elders from sects and families, relying on decades of cultivating a calm demeanor, could remain seated, though their hands and feet quivered slightly.

In Han Yunsheng's view.

Seeing the Spirit Coffin Sect's grand display, the boy should have been panic-stricken, perhaps even kneeling to plead for leniency.

Yet.

To his surprise, Ye Qingchen still sat there leisurely, causing his ire to surge, and he bellowed:

"Boy, are you not afraid?"

Amidst the shocked, astonished, and perplexed gazes of the crowd, Ye Qingchen suddenly laughed aloud: "Afraid? Afraid of just these few people? Forget it, I hoped to see what tricks you had up your sleeve, but this is all you have!"

Seeing the enemy, facing death, still daring to boast.

Han Yunsheng was about to rage, but upon seeing Ye Qingchen's half-smile, his body suddenly trembled, and a name flashed through his mind, making his eyes widen to the extreme:

"Impossible, why are you here, weren't you in Black Abyss City..."

Before he finished speaking.

Boom!

A sudden roar echoed.

From outside the auction house, an overwhelming aura exploded, rolling up the dust and crashing in, causing the ground to tremble, revealing two deep footprints.

It turned out to be Jian Xun, who had been blown away by Ye Qingchen with a single finger.

At this moment, Jian Xun looked utterly disheveled. His whole body was in tatters, covered in dust, almost nothing intact, his eyes like those of a vicious wolf, fixed on Ye Qingchen.

"You little bastard! I'll kill you..."

Jian Xun's face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot.

Since entering the Silver Battle Rankings, when had he suffered such a loss? Right now, his mind was filled with only one thought, to kill the opponent and wash away his shame.

Jian Xun, after all, ranked thirteenth on the Silver Battle Rankings, possessing a Profound Core Ninth Heaven cultivation, not to be underestimated. Now, with murderous intent surging, he held nothing back.

Boom!

Just see.

Jian Xun's feet suddenly shifted, one in front, one behind, his aura suddenly soaring at that moment, endless Sword Qi erupting from his body's acupoints.

"Zheng!"

At that moment.

Jian Xun seemed like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, with edges sharp to the extreme. Amidst that burst of Sword Qi, he suddenly stepped forth, switching from still to motion, shooting explosively towards Ye Qingchen!

The audience only saw a blur.

Like an incredibly dazzling bolt of lightning slicing through the air, the sword seemed to cut even the space itself. Wherever the sword light passed, nothing remained unscathed!

Leaving in its wake a terrifying sword mark!

This sword scar, several hundred meters long, one finger wide, extended from outside the auction house right to Ye Qingchen. Like a charging Sword Dragon, ferocious to the extreme.

Even from a distance, everyone could feel the sharpness of this sword.

All were astonished by it.

"Jian Xun, he's Ye Qingchen, spare his dog life, I need to ask about Black Abyss City..."

Han Yunsheng hurried to remind.

Yet.

Before he finished, he saw Ye Qingchen snort coldly, his right hand grasping toward the void.

Boom!

The void trembled, fierce winds reversed, forming a long cyan sword. This sword, three feet seven inches long, slender through and through, seemingly ordinary yet chillingly sharp.

As it formed, it shot toward Jian Xun's attack.

Jian Xun's sword, originally like lightning, could pierce the void. With killing intent rolling in, it seemed unstoppable.

Yet under Ye Qingchen's sword, it was forcibly crushed.

Even more unbelievably, under the crowd's stunned eyes, the sword shot towards Jian Xun's forehead, pierced through to the back of his head, and then dissipated into the void.

"This..."

The entire auction house fell deathly silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Amidst the blood splatter, Ye Qingchen slowly withdrew his right hand, grinning at Han Yunsheng, "Who did you say was to be left with a dog's life?"