Nine Revolutions Star Technique

"What did you say?"

This calm voice landed in the arena like a peal of thunder.

"What?"

Zhu Wu's expression froze.

The others couldn't believe it either, and they all looked forward.

The dust slowly dissipated, revealing the hidden truth.

As they saw.

The surrounding area was in shambles, with trees and rockeries all shattered. Everything in sight was devastated. But at the center of the dust, Ye Qingchen still stood in place, his feet rooted half an inch into the ground, seemingly unscathed.

"How is that possible?"

The people of the Spirit Coffin Sect let out a cry of disbelief, looking at Ye Qingchen incredulously.

"Blocked it?"

"So many people attacked, and he blocked it?"

"This Ye Qingchen is just too powerful!"

Those who had retreated in shock looked at the devastated area outside the city and then at Ye Qingchen standing unscathed within, and immediately let out exclamations of disbelief.

"If you have any other tricks, just bring them out!"

Ye Qingchen said calmly.

"Everyone, attack together! No matter how strong he is, he's still just one person." Zhu Wu shouted as he suddenly charged forward, like an antelope leaping and a swallow skimming the water, rapidly approaching Ye Qingchen.

At the same time, he clapped his hands together.

"Boom!"

Vast True Qi poured back, drawing fiercely, and condensed into two giant palms three feet wide, which suddenly closed toward the center. These giant palms, though formed of True Qi, were harder than steel, capable of crushing even a small mountain.

"Break!"

In the end.

Ye Qingchen didn't even glance, simply raising his hand to slash.

A brilliant sword light suddenly swept past, slicing the giant palms in half. The sword light continued with undiminished momentum, slicing through Zhu Wu's body, cutting him in two!

"Ah!"

Zhu Wu let out a shrill scream, crashing heavily to the ground.

In Yun Ding City.

Even Han Yunsheng at the Profound Core Ninth Heaven couldn't withstand a casual strike from him, let alone Zhu Wu, who was only at the Eighth Heaven?

"Old Wu!"

"Brother Wu!"

A chorus of miserable cries erupted.

Di Jingfei's eyes burned with rage. He and Zhu Wu had been friends for many years, and witnessing the other being slaughtered like a chicken by Ye Qingchen filled him with hatred. He roared and suddenly charged forward.

Behind him, dozens of cultivators also launched their attacks.

A continuous clang of swords and the hum of blades resonated in the air, as though a lightning flashed, covering the sky with blades and sword shadows, all descending. Their hatred for Ye Qingchen's ruthless attack meant they held nothing back in this assault.

"Seeking death!"

Ye Qingchen snorted coldly, waving his hand effortlessly.

Boom!

An enormous invisible force shot out from his palm, sweeping forward. The four or five cultivators at the forefront felt as if struck by lightning, engulfed by a monstrous wave, torn apart in the air.

"Puff!"

As for Di Jingfei, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his whole body hurtling backward like an arrow off the string, smashing heavily to the ground.

Yet.

The centuries-old foundation of the Spirit Coffin Sect was incredibly deep. Accumulating Profound Pill Realm martial artists alone numbered at least several thousand. Adding to those the families and forces dependent on them, the total was more than ten thousand.

Among them were many Divine Archers, armed with bows and arrows, ready for a killing blow.

However.

Ye Qingchen ignored it all, with hands behind his back, stepping one by one toward the city gate. Anyone who dared approach was ruthlessly slain. The path he walked seemed to transform into a hellish sea of blood.

In the eyes of everyone, he was like an Asura emerging from a blood sea.

With the power of the Nine Revolutions Star Technique combined with the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique, almost no one could approach within a yard of him. Cultivators below the Profound Pill Ninth Heaven couldn't even withstand a casual strike from him.

Whoosh!

Just then.

An unexpected sword hum rang out.

They saw.

A Sword Qi suddenly flashed from afar. Initially reserved, it erupted upon nearing, like a cannon shot or an arrow loosed, carrying unstoppable force.

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingchen casually punched back.

Two enormous forces collided in mid-air, fiercely clashing together, creating a monstrous wave that swept everyone around away.

Thunk!

Ye Qingchen swayed, stepping back thrice.

It was his first time being forced back.

All around, the Spirit Coffin Sect cultivators saw this and couldn't help but cheer.

"Chongxiao Hall has come to support!"

"It's Ye Lingyun!"

"Haha, thinking of forcing your way into Xingyue City, dream on!"

"Who is that?"

At this moment.

Ye Qingchen frowned.

They saw figures hurrying from within the city. These people all possessed powerful auras, led by a sword-wielding man dressed as a Confucian scholar, his cultivation reaching Half-Step Celestial Saint. He wore a crown, with flowing sleeves, exuding an ethereal daoist demeanor.

Evidently.

The earlier sword strike was launched by this man.

"Ye Qingchen, who gave you the courage to force your way into Xingyue City! With us Chongxiao Hall present, you won't take a single step into Xingyue City!" Ye Lingyun coldly stared, his gaze domineering.

"You struck me with a sword earlier, do you dare to take one from me?"

Ye Qingchen smirked slightly.

He raised his right hand, reaching forward.

The motion seemed casual, yet as his hand grasped, it seemed to encompass the entire void, giving a sense of blotting out the sky, as a three-foot-long sword slowly formed in the air.

First move of the "Nine Partition Sword Sutra":

Heaven-Embracing Sword!

"Go!"

With a flick of his hand, Ye Qingchen launched the three-foot-long sword.

"Not good!"

Ye Lingyun's expression changed instantly; the threat from Ye Qingchen's sword was beyond his imagination.

"Clang!"

Without hesitation.

Ye Lingyun spun his right hand, conjuring nine sword flowers. The sword flowers were dazzling, formed of Sword Qi, yet seemingly real, unfurling slowly, trying to protect him from Ye Qingchen's sword.

But.

The power of Ye Qingchen's sword greatly exceeded his expectation.

"Puff!"

Witnessed next.

The three-foot-long sword effortlessly shredded the nine sword flowers, and amid the incredulous gazes, it pierced Ye Lingyun's chest, and then exited through his back.

"Puff!"

Ye Lingyun spat a mouthful of blood, falling from the air, dead before hitting the ground.

"This..."

The Spirit Coffin Sect's cheers were instantly cut off as if throttled.

Di Jingfei was astonished, his eyes nearly popping out.

Ye Lingyun was a Half-Step Celestial Saint!

His full-strength sword only made Ye Qingchen step back three times, yet Ye Qingchen's counterstrike killed him instantly—what more need be said about the disparity?

"You think Chongxiao Hall can stop me?"

Ye Qingchen slowly withdrew his right hand, sneering.

Seeing this, everyone was filled with rage. Many prepared to burn their Essence Blood or use secret techniques, willing to perish together if it meant killing Ye Qingchen.

"Stop!"

A clear and cold voice rang out softly from the void.

They saw.

An elder with a long beard stepped forward.