Rumble!

Ye Qingchen raised his right hand, and the void instantly thundered like a bolt from the blue. As he reached out his large hand, an enormous palm of mighty winds formed, fiercely attempting to seize the Demon Leader.

"Get out of the way!"

The Demon Leader roared ferociously.

From his ugly body, a torrential demonic qi surged forth.

This demonic qi shot up several meters into the air, resembling black flames, a veritable sea of demonic fire!

And simultaneously.

This black demonic qi transformed into a giant black blade, frantically slashing toward the enormous hand reaching for Ye Qingchen.

This strike embodied all his life's cultivation; even a mountain peak could be cleaved in half.

"You think you can stop me?"

Ye Qingchen remained unfazed, clutching down with his right hand, crushing the giant black blade instantly. Even as he did so, the momentum didn't diminish, and the giant hand continued to seize the Demon Leader alive!

The other turned pale as he was captured within Ye Qingchen's palm.

Bang!

Witnessing this terrifying scene.

The entire place fell into dead silence.

Everyone in the Martial Arts Arena was slack-jawed and speechless.

From Ye Qingchen's appearance to him slaughtering numerous demons, even capturing the Demon Leader in his hand, it took less than the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, yet it overturned everyone's expectations.

The young man's strength was simply beyond their imagination.

Especially Ye Qingchen's nonchalant demeanor, as if casually swatting mosquitoes as he annihilated the demons, nearly scared their souls out of their bodies.

Steward Guo stood with his mouth agape, incredulous.

The red-haired man wished he could slap himself twice, wondering where he had found the courage to confront him.

The others appeared as if struck by lightning, nearly collapsing to the ground in shock and fear.

They were shocked by Ye Qingchen's unexpected strength.

But they feared whether Ye Qingchen would hold a grudge for their previous mockery of him.

"Steward Guo, are you all right?"

At this moment, Steward Zhao also rushed over.

"I'm fine!" Steward Guo shook his head. Glancing at Ye Qingchen and then at Steward Zhao, he suppressed the tremor in his heart and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you all go back? Why are you here again?"

"Young Master Ye said there's something strange about Netherworld Mountain, likely a trap set against us, so we followed all the way." Steward Zhao quickly recounted Ye Qingchen's earlier suspicions and the battle leading up to this point.

Steward Guo's expression changed repeatedly.

Ultimately, he sighed deeply, staring blankly at the silhouette ahead.

He once thought this young man was nothing special, merely an oversight by Zhou Yuntian. Only now did he realize he was a mere frog at the bottom of a well! Unable to recognize a true expert right in front of him!

Thinking of this.

Steward Guo stepped forward, bowing respectfully to Ye Qingchen: "Young Master Ye, earlier..."

"No need to say more, after all, you were just eager to save others." Ye Qingchen gave him a calm look, far from holding any grudge. If truly provoked, a single slap would be enough.

"Yes, Young Master Ye!"

Steward Guo's face flushed with excitement.

After all, it was his mistake; receiving Ye Qingchen's forgiveness naturally filled him with joy.

Ye Qingchen nodded, his gaze shifting forward once more.

"Let go of me!"

"Otherwise, Lord Jiao Demon King will definitely not spare you!"

Within his giant hand, the Demon Leader was still struggling wildly. No matter how it roared and howled, even using secret techniques, it couldn't budge the giant hand at all.

Ye Qingchen snorted coldly, curling his five fingers.

Suddenly, an immense force surged from his palm, heavily weighing down the Demon Leader.

"Ah!"

As a miserable scream echoed.

This force even crushed its bones with crisp sounds, and blood stains emerged all over its body.

Ye Qingchen waved his hand.

Instantly, the enormous hand gripping the Demon Leader flew before Ye Qingchen.

"Who is this Jiao Demon King you speak of? Is he the mastermind behind Netherworld Mountain? Where is Mr. Zhou? Is he still in the mountain? What's your plan for luring us here?"

Ye Qingchen demanded coldly.

In an instant.

All eyes turned to the Demon Leader.

"Our plan? You will never know! Even if you kill me, you can't escape Netherworld Mountain alive. The whole mountain is locked by a grand array; you can enter but not leave! You'll all die here!"

Its gaze fixated on Ye Qingchen: "Kid, you dare kill me? Lord Jiao Demon King will certainly avenge me! No matter how strong you are, you're no match for him!"

After speaking.

It laughed coldly:

"Kid, your strength is indeed not bad. Why don't you submit to me? Maybe I can put in a good word for you with Lord Jiao Demon King, spare your life, and perhaps you may even gain his favor!"

"Think about it!"

"Spare your life? You better worry about yourself first!"

Ye Qingchen's gaze turned icy.

In that moment.

The Demon Leader shuddered with a foreboding sense of doom, hastily shouting: "What do you intend to do? Do you really want to kill me..."

The Demon Leader's eyes filled with endless terror. It struggled frantically, trying to escape the hand's restraint, but to no avail, as Ye Qingchen's right hand suddenly clenched.

The great hand enveloped it in an instant.

"Ah!"

An ear-piercing wail suddenly resounded, followed by the crackling sound of bones, the cries stopping abruptly. When the giant hand released, only a blurred mass of flesh remained.

The Demon Leader was crushed to death with one blow.

Everyone stood silently, dumbfounded by the sight.

Too powerful!

Such an existence is truly terrifying.

They finally understood the saying "a single jest can obliterate might".

Despite earlier.

They already knew of Ye Qingchen's strength, yet witnessing it once more left their hearts shaken.

"Young Master Ye, what should we do next?" Steward Guo cautiously asked, bowing, completely devoid of his previous arrogance. The others also turned their eyes expectantly.

The earlier revelation from the Demon Leader had shaken their hearts greatly.

This Netherworld Mountain harbors another, even more fearsome Jiao Demon King!

It was it!

That lured them all here, intending to annihilate them.

Perhaps.

Even Zhou Yuntian was trapped here.

How could they not be frightened?

"Jiao Demon King, huh?"

Ye Qingchen raised his head, gazing into the depths of Netherworld Mountain. In others' eyes, that area seemed unremarkable, merely a bit dimmer. Yet, in his view, it was condensed with fierce evil qi.

"Regardless of his plan, his identity, his malice, he must die here. No one can save him!"

His tone was calm.

Yet, a torrent of killing intent surged.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

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