In Nine Dragon Mountain.

The tallest mountain, named Great Dragon Mountain, boasts a magnificent shape like a dragon ascending into the sky, utterly spectacular. Yet at this moment, the mountain is filled with the sound of voices, lights ablaze.

It must be known.

Within Nine Dragon Mountain, the paths are extremely treacherous, with several entrances, but there is only one exit. Therefore, whether it be Slaughter Hall or other various factions, they all establish their camps here.

To them, as long as they cut off the exit, it is sufficient to completely trap Ye Qingchen within Nine Dragon Mountain.

"What a brilliant tactic!"

Ye Qingchen walked with his hands behind his back, ascending the mountain path.

Along the way.

He saw camps rising from the ground, positioned along his path, occupied by people from the Tongxuan Continent, dressed in various attires—some from families, some from sects, others from various organizations...

Yet, they deliberately left a significant distance from the topmost Slaughter Hall.

Precisely because of this.

The mountainside appeared crowded beyond measure.

Some, unwilling to let Slaughter Hall occupy such a large area, began to argue with them at the edge of Slaughter Hall's domain.

"Why should your Slaughter Hall take the best spot while we are forced to squeeze in with everyone else!"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man clenched his fists and yelled with discontent.

As his voice fell.

Others in the crowd also shouted.

"Indeed, your Slaughter Hall doesn't have many people; there's no need for so much space!"

"Give us some space!"

It must be known.

Those who dared to join the hunt for Ye Qingchen were all fearless individuals, even daring to challenge Slaughter Hall.

But from afar, some seasoned martial artists, looking at the red-faced crowd, only showed ridicule on their faces.

Be aware.

Slaughter Hall is not an entity that's easy to contend with.

Dare to compete for territory with them? Isn't that courting death?

Indeed.

Just as this thought arose, a disciple of Slaughter Hall coldly snorted, looking down at them and said, "Give some space? That's pure daydreaming! Slaughter Hall can occupy as much land as it wants; when did it become your concern?"

"Get lost!"

With a wave of his long sleeve, the Slaughter Hall disciple commanded coldly.

Such a domineering stance, he didn't even bother to acknowledge the crowd.

Below.

The middle-aged man's face flushed to the extreme.

As an Elder of the Liu Family, it was a tremendous disgrace to be admonished by a junior of the Slaughter Hall.

"They say Slaughter Hall disciples are strong; today I want to witness your skills!" The middle-aged man shouted fiercely, directly lunging at the opponent, delivering a palm strike.

"Seeking death!"

The Slaughter Hall disciple's face turned grim, standing still until the man's palm neared, then he punched out. This rapid punch was like a cannon blast, carrying infinite power, and struck with a boom.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

The middle-aged man's right arm snapped, spewing blood, and flew backward.

Yet the Slaughter Hall disciple showed no intention of stopping, instead, his figure flickered, swiftly appearing above the opponent, and stomped down.

This stomp was agile like a swallow skimming water, but as it landed, it was like thunderclap.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled violently.

The middle-aged man was stomped by the opponent into the ground, half of his body embedded in the rock, his chest completely caved in. Though he narrowly survived, he was barely breathing.

"Hissssss!"

Gasps came from all around.

To know.

That middle-aged man, with cultivation in the Profound Pill Realm, couldn't withstand even a punch or a kick from the opponent. Moreover, this was merely an ordinary Slaughter Hall disciple!

This is truly terrifying!

"Too weak! With such limited strength, dare to challenge Slaughter Hall, utterly clueless of impending doom!" After speaking, the disciple stood proudly, sweeping his gaze around and sneered, "Whoever dares step here shall be executed without mercy!"

Boom!

As these words fell.

The crowd was shocked.

Under his gaze, all lowered their heads.

Witnessing this brutality, none dared harbor any doubts.

Moreover, at the same time, they dispersed like startled birds and beasts—the crowd that had gathered at Slaughter Hall earlier, now fled as far as possible.

The Liu Family members felt a bitter taste in their mouths.

Even the Great Elder could not withstand two moves from the opponent. Avenging? Not to mention, they lacked the courage to challenge.

At this moment.

They suddenly noticed a handsome figure passing through the crowd, seemingly walking towards Slaughter Hall unconcerned.

"Who is he?"

"What's he doing?"

The Liu Family members were full of disbelief, finding that young man somewhat familiar, yet couldn't recall where they'd seen him.

The person.

None other than Ye Qingchen.

He approached directly toward Slaughter Hall.

Everyone watched him with eyes like looking at a madman; some kindly reminded him:

"Kid, what are you doing? That's Slaughter Hall; didn't you see the Liu Family Great Elder's fate earlier? Are you still forcing your way through?"

However.

Ye Qingchen turned a deaf ear.

Seeing this, the crowd shook their heads:

"This kid must be out of his mind, trying to show off like this—it's asking for death!"

Meanwhile.

That disciple also noticed Ye Qingchen coming.

Seeing Ye Qingchen at Profound Pill Second Heaven, a trace of ridicule appeared in his eyes, he smirked and said, "Kid, are you here to compete with us for territory too?"

"No!"

Ye Qingchen shook his head.

As he said this, everyone was taken aback, including that disciple, who frowned sharply: "Then what are you here for? Seeking death?"

Facing this Slaughter Hall disciple, who could kill a Profound Pill Realm expert with a mere punch and kick, Ye Qingchen showed not a hint of fear, instead, he laughed lightly and said, "Seeking death? I'm here to flatten your Slaughter Hall!"

"What?"

The words fell.

The disciple's face changed dramatically, a trace of savage appeared: "You're courting death! Dare to wreak havoc in front of Slaughter Hall? You must be tired of living!"

Boom!

The words fell.

He had already roared, his right hand immediately turning crimson.

"Taste my Bloodthirsty Claw!"

Moreover, simultaneously.

His entire being like lightning, pounced toward Ye Qingchen. At the same time, the crimson claws unleashed violent True Qi, directly aiming for Ye Qingchen's throat.

The claw wind was terrifying, tearing the surrounding air apart, causing the crowd to change color drastically.

Numerous cultivators around witnessing this move couldn't help but draw a cold breath.

Shing!

Yet.

At this moment.

Ye Qingchen coldly laughed, his right hand suddenly grasping the air, as if catching the wind.

I have a sword, to slay all under heaven!

Swoosh!

A cold sword light flashed, fleeting.

At this instant, time seemed frozen. Then, in the depths of countless eyes, they saw that arrogant Slaughter Hall disciple sliced in half by this sword.

Blood sprayed everywhere!

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