Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Boom!

As these words were spoken, the eyeballs of the Celestial God Sect people almost popped out.

That previous exchange was just a warm-up?

If Ye Qingchen were to exert his full strength, what kind of power would that be?

However.

They didn't know that Ye Qingchen had just reached the Celestial Saint Third Layer, and was still getting used to his cultivation. Now that he was familiar, why hold back?

"Ye Qingchen, quit pretending!"

Ci Yuan shouted coldly.

"Whether it's true or not, why don't we test it!" Ye Qingchen suddenly shifted his gaze to Ci Yuan, "Let me test on you first!"

Boom!

As these words fell.

Ye Qingchen took a step forward.

"Thump!"

With this step, the entire valley trembled violently, and the ground suddenly caved in, revealing a gigantic footprint. This footprint was thirty feet long and three feet deep, looking like a god's footprint from afar.

And Ye Qingchen burst forth using the momentum of this step.

At this moment.

He was like a sweeping fierce wind, a released crossbow arrow, a rampaging leopard, and howling lightning. He covered dozens of feet in almost the blink of an eye, suddenly appearing in front of Ci Yuan.

"Get lost!"

Ci Tian roared angrily, and the Black Stone Giant Staff in his hand vibrated fiercely, smashing, grinding, or pounding, as if a hundred and eight staff masters were striking simultaneously.

Then the one hundred and eight staff shadows suddenly merged, forming the final strike, like a Divine Dragon's tail ferociously striking at Ye Qingchen.

Ci Tian's speed was already fast.

But.

Ye Qingchen's speed was even faster. Just as the staff was raised to strike, he already clenched his fist, shooting like an arrow through Ci Yuan's Black Stone Giant Staff, striking his opponent's chest.

"Thump!"

A muffled sound.

Ci Tian's chest suddenly trembled, his whole body rippling like water. All his bones and muscles exploded centered around the fist.

Finally, the fist's force broke through the body's barriers, bursting out from behind him.

With a spray of blood in the air, Ci Yuan didn't even have time to scream before falling dead on the spot, crashing heavily to the ground.

"First one!"

Ye Qingchen slowly retracted his fist, his gaze sweeping over the remaining seven.

"Ye Qingchen, I will kill you!"

Ci Yuan, who was close to Ci Tian, roared in anger, surging Demonic Qi pouring out like a tide. It spread across his body, instantly transforming into a gigantic black dragon.

This black dragon exceeded three hundred meters in length. Covered in scales, with floating whiskers and fierce teeth, it seemed too vivid to be unreal.

"Boom!"

He roared, and the giant tail of the black dragon swung fiercely, shattering the air and generating a terrifying gale, swiftly attacking.

As it reached Ye Qingchen, it raised its massive claw, bearing down like a sky-covering crush.

"Second one!"

However.

Ye Qingchen's response was just a single slash!

"Cloud Sword!"

The black dragon charged with overwhelming force, kicking up dust like a black river pouring down. But Ye Qingchen's sword struck, slicing through it like a hot knife through butter, without any resistance.

This sword then continued unrelentingly, cleaving downwards, slicing Ci Yuan from head to toe, splitting him in two.

"How is this possible?"

Ci Yuan was full of disbelief.

As if.

He couldn't believe up to his dying breath that he couldn't withstand Ye Qingchen's casual sword!

"Everyone, attack together! Don't give him a chance to strike!"

Ci Hen was dumbfounded but quickly yelled.

He didn't believe that Ye Qingchen, who had just reached Celestial Saint Third Layer, could be this powerful. He must have used some secret technique; such techniques, while temporarily potent, couldn't last long.

As long as they entangled him and exhausted his strength, they would win.

Boom!

Hearing this, everyone burst with Demonic Qi, charging fiercely at Ye Qingchen.

At this moment, each of them unleashed their strongest moves.

Because they knew.

At this juncture, it was either Ye Qingchen's life, or their complete destruction here.

For an ordinary Celestial Saint Third Layer cultivator, facing Celestial God Sect's desperate onslaught, might indeed be dragged to death. But Ye Qingchen wasn't fazed at all!

Facing the overwhelming assault, Ye Qingchen advanced instead of retreating.

Stepping forward once more.

"Third one!"

He swung his palm.

"Boom!"

Surging astral force roared forth like a tidal wave, as if from a god's palm. The accumulated force poured out, smashing all the attacks into particles.

The immense force continued its momentum, sweeping towards the crowd.

It crushed Porcelain White, who was wielding the Demon-Subduing Pestle, into powder!

"Fourth one!"

The next moment.

Ye Qingchen clenched his hand in the air, gathering a whirlwind to form a blue Wind Flying Sword. With a wave of his hand, it shot like lightning, trailing afterimages.

It shattered Ci Land's skeleton shield and pierced his forehead, pinning him into the ground with overwhelming force.

"Fifth one!"

Then, imbued with battle intent, he ignored the attacks from all directions, charging directly at Ci Jin. With a sword strike from above, he unleashed dozens of feet of sword light.

In the fearful eyes of the crowd, he sliced Ci Jin from head to toe, splitting him in two amidst a spray of blood.

Every time Ye Qingchen struck, he announced it aloud, which sounded like a death knell to the Celestial God Sect people. No matter how they tried, they couldn't avoid it.

Only in despair could they watch their companions fall at Ye Qingchen's hand.

"Sixth one!"

Ye Qingchen uttered softly again, resisting Ci Hen's palm, and sliced Ci Qing, who tried to flee and deliver a message, in half.

"Seventh one!"

Facing Ci Ming's desperate charge, Ye Qingchen ignored it entirely and swung his hand.

Boom!

A giant blue palm formed, pressing down from above.

"No!"

Ci Ming roared, clenching his fists, striking at the blue palm. But it couldn't withstand the palm's power, and he was slammed onto the ground.

No matter how Ci Ming struggled or resisted, he couldn't stop the palm from descending. With the sound of crackling, after the palm dissipated, only a mangled mess remained.

"Now, only you remain!"

Slowly retracting his right hand.

Ye Qingchen turned his gaze onto the last person, Ci Hen.

And at this moment.

Ci Hen turned pale with fear.

Within half an incense stick's time, Ye Qingchen, with dominating power, killed seven people. Each was a Celestial Saint Fifth Layer expert. How could he not be shocked, how could he not fear!