Outside the palace, all the demons were stunned.

They never imagined.

The one who was blasted out was actually the Jiao Demon King.

"How is this possible?"

The half-human, half-spider demon almost bulged its eyes out. The Jiao Demon King's power is equivalent to the existence of the Profound Pill Fourth Heaven, while Ye Qingchen had just reached the Profound Pill Realm. How could he have such formidable strength?

The previously cheering demons fell silent, as if an invisible hand had choked them.

Meanwhile, the people in the Martial Arts Arena were overjoyed.

"Roar!"

An angry roar suddenly came.

They saw the Jiao Demon King slowly rising from the mountain. The human face on his upper body was now incredibly twisted, his eyes almost fiery with tangible anger.

The deafening sound echoed through the mountains:

"Ye Qingchen!"

"I will grind you to dust and tear your soul to shreds!"

After speaking.

He abruptly clenched his fists.

It was seen that on his lower half, countless black scales seemed to come alive, constantly spreading upwards, instantly covering his entire body, transforming him into a green-faced, tusked monster.

Swoosh!

Once the scales covered his body.

The Jiao Demon King's serpent tail whipped, his massive body shot out like an arrow. His enormous figure skimmed over the ground, leaving a long trail on the mountain path.

Wherever he passed, everything was utterly destroyed.

Numerous trees were crushed to pieces by his body, turning into a sky full of wood splinters. Like the furious dance of dragon serpents, it extended from the bottom of the mountain to Ye Qingchen's front.

At the same time, a punch was launched.

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingchen snorted coldly, clenched his fist, and confronted the incoming attack.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided.

Two surging forces clashed violently.

Like two giant waves, filled like the sea. The terrifying residual power transformed into a visible gale, sweeping through. The ancient trees at the mountain peak were crushed into dust instantly amidst the chaotic waves.

The demons caught in the sweep spat blood and were sent flying.

Both parties separated in an instant.

For a moment, the entire mountain seemed to tremble.

"Such great strength!"

The Jiao Demon King's pupils contracted darkly, "He is just a human, how can he be stronger than me?"

But what he did not know was.

Ye Qingchen's physique had been tempered and refined day and night by star power, making him far from ordinary. Previously, he thought being punched away was underestimating Ye Qingchen, but this clash made him realize Ye Qingchen's strength was far greater than imagined.

"I can't believe I can't take you down, brat!"

The Jiao Demon King's eyes gleamed coldly.

He raised his hand and waved, the demonic qi boiling heavily, like rising tides, filling the sky. Along with his raised hand, it transformed into countless black tridents.

The tridents shimmered coldly, enveloping the sky, numbering thousands.

As the Jiao Demon King pushed his hands, the countless tridents rained down like black raindrops, resembling arrows darkening the sky.

The demons and people in the Martial Arts Arena were wide-eyed.

Many only felt a chill in their hearts.

The Jiao Demon King's endless tricks were unexpected. Even if all of them joined forces, they might not be a match for him. The tridents, although formed from demonic qi, were not weaker than cultivators' flying swords, even more dangerous.

"How will he deal with this move?"

The people in the Martial Arts Arena simultaneously looked on.

"Here it comes!"

Ye Qingchen, upon seeing this, faintly smiled.

"Fierce Wind Style!"

He suddenly waved his big hand, a fierce wind rising.

When he first used this move, it was in the Martial Arts Hall of the True Martial Sect, back then Ye Qingchen with only Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven, could crush hundreds of puppets with one palm.

Now having reached the Profound Pill Realm, the power was undoubtedly formidable.

Boom!

A vast power suddenly emerged. The space trembled slightly, revealing a transparent palm print, swiftly cutting through the sky, rushing fiercely forward.

The tridents previously overwhelming the sky and earth, unstoppable in momentum. Yet under Ye Qingchen's raised hand, they shattered, turning into countless fragments, penetrating with no hindrance.

"Boom!"

A loud noise.

The Jiao Demon King's body trembled, his whole being flew out once again, rolling dozens of meters while dragging the ground.

Everyone hastily looked over.

They couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

What they saw.

The chest of the Jiao Demon King, covered in scales, suddenly showed a delicate palm print sunken in. Along the print, the surrounding scales were riddled with countless cracks.

If not for the scales protecting its body, the Jiao Demon King would have been blown apart by Ye Qingchen's palm strike right there!

"I'll give you one more chance, surrender Mr. Zhou, or you will surely die!"

Ye Qingchen's eyes gleamed with a cold light, intent to kill was palpable.

"Dream on!"

The Jiao Demon King almost ground his teeth to powder.

"It seems you won't cry until you see the coffin!" Ye Qingchen squinted his eyes.

Without another word.

He took a step forward.

"Boom!"

Swift Wind Technique!

In that instant, the entire mountain peak suddenly shuddered again, shaking countless rocks and stones down the slope. And he himself was like fierce wind, roaring down the mountain, creating a long trail of air currents along the slope.

From a distance, it looked like a wild dragon swooping down.

Almost instantly, he was in front of the Jiao Demon King, throwing a direct punch.

The Jiao Demon King's pupils contracted; it felt as though this punch was like a mountain collapsing, with such overwhelming might that his heart pounded wildly. He hurriedly raised his arms, forcibly taking Ye Qingchen's punch.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound.

The ground beneath the Jiao Demon King exploded suddenly, and he himself, unable to withstand such an attack, lost his balance and was sent flying backward.

"Ye Qingchen!"

The Jiao Demon King's body danced repeatedly on the slope, crushing countless ancient trees, around which countless demons retreated in fear, fleeing in all directions. He flicked his long tail, forcibly stopping his retreat, and shouted fiercely.

His heart was filled with shock and terror.

Clearly, this brat has only the cultivation of the Profound Pill First Heaven, how could he possess such strength?

That punch just now nearly shattered his arms.

However.

Before the words were finished.

Ye Qingchen had already charged forward again.

Booming!

Under countless stunned gazes, Ye Qingchen's attacks poured down like a storm, madly overwhelming. In such a mighty attack, the Jiao Demon King actually had no power to fight back!

And the black scales covering his body had long been shattered, exposing a mottled skin. It was covered with overflowing blood beads, visibly shaken by Ye Qingchen's fist force.

Even.

The Jiao Demon King's tail also had a section broken by Ye Qingchen.

Wherever the two passed, whether flowers, plants, trees, or rocks and boulders, all were crushed into powder. As far as the eyes could see, there was devastation everywhere!

Everyone watched, dumbstruck.

No one had expected.

The Jiao Demon King would be completely powerless in Ye Qingchen's hands.

Only Steward Zhao was suddenly startled, as if he suddenly remembered something, his expression changing sharply. If the Jiao Demon King only had this strength, how did he cause Zhou Yuntian to be trapped here?

Could it be?

Does he have some unknown means?

While Steward Zhao was pondering.

He saw the Jiao Demon King hit by Ye Qingchen's punch again, once more being blasted into the palace. That lavish giant hall also collapsed suddenly amidst a deafening noise.

"Will you surrender or not?"

Ye Qingchen's eyes were icy cold.

His patience was thoroughly exhausted.

In the ruins.

The Jiao Demon King rose furiously, looking at Ye Qingchen approaching slowly, burst into mad laughter: "Haha, Ye Qingchen, facing death, you still think of others. You've forced me!"

Upon finishing.

He suddenly restrained his smile, slapped both hands heavily onto the ground.

"Array, rise!"

At this moment, a towering black light burst out of the mountain.

Like the domain of the netherworld opening wide.

In an instant.

The entire mountain peak suddenly churned with mighty black fog, enveloping the heavens, turning into a ghost realm almost instantly.

On the mountain peak.

The Jiao Demon King's eyes were chilling, blood dripping, like an evil ghost emerged into the world!

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