"Ye Qingchen!"

Not only Zheng Yuanfeng, but also the disciples of the Slaughter Hall present, their faces changed drastically.

They had gone through all sorts of hardships to reach this place.

Only to find that someone had gotten there first.

How could they not be furious?

How could they not be enraged?

"You took our Slaughter Hall's Heavenly and Earthly Treasures?"

"Where is the treasure? Hand it over quickly!"

Suddenly.

A barrage of curses erupted.

As for Zheng Yuanfeng, he was so angry that his eyes turned red, wishing he could skin Ye Qingchen alive to relieve his anger!

"Your Slaughter Hall's treasure?" Ye Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, sneered, and said, "This Fire Spirit Fruit was born of heaven and earth, destined to belong to those with the fate to acquire it. How did it become yours?"

"I've already eaten the Fire Spirit Fruit, so don't even think about it!"

"What?"

The words had barely fallen.

The people of the Slaughter Hall, their face changed.

So many people, for this Fire Spirit Fruit, not knowing how much effort they had spent, and were met with nothing.

How could they not be angry?

"Outrageous. Since you've eaten it, then we'll cut open your belly and take that Fire Spirit Fruit out!" An elite disciple's face twisted to the extreme, angrily shouting as he lunged toward Ye Qingchen.

"Courting death!"

Ye Qingchen sat motionless, slowly raised his right hand.

Rip!

A tearing sound suddenly echoed in the void.

A sword light flew from Ye Qingchen's palm, like a flying sword, crossing several dozen meters in an instant, and before that elite disciple could react, it had already reached him.

Directly, in the shocked eyes of everyone, it slashed him into two halves.

"Splash!"

In a shower of blood, the corpse of the elite disciple hit the ground.

The scene turned silent.

Only then did everyone remember, that this young man in front of them was not just anybody, but Ye Qingchen!

However.

When their gaze fell upon Zheng Yuanfeng, they were instantly invigorated again.

What is there to fear?

They had a Fourth Elder!

"Ye Qingchen, you have some nerve!" Zheng Yuanfeng said with a dark face, slowly stepping forward, "Originally, we were looking for you, but we never expected you to deliver yourself to our doorstep!"

The hope of advancing to the Profound Pill Ninth Heaven, and even the Celestial Saint Realm, was thus dashed by Ye Qingchen.

How could Zheng Yuanfeng not be angry?

"Last time, you managed to escape in Xingyue City, and in Black Abyss City, you survived by luck... I don't know how you got into this volcano, but now you have nowhere to run or hide!"

Zheng Yuanfeng's voice was icy to the extreme.

"Is that so? Maybe the one dying today is you!"

Ye Qingchen slowly stood up.

"Good, good, good!"

Zheng Yuanfeng, extreme anger turning into laughter, his heart filled with fury, "You little bastard, facing death, dare to challenge me. I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, kneel for me!"

Boom!

As his words fell, Zheng Yuanfeng erupted with the aura of the Profound Pill Eighth Heaven. This aura, almost upon its appearance, transformed into a surging oppression, like a tide accumulated over three days and nights, crushing towards Ye Qingchen.

The pressure even crushed the ground, where countless rocks and debris were ground into powder on the spot.

"Such a powerful aura!"

The Slaughter Hall people changed their expressions.

Although.

Zheng Yuanfeng was still a distance away from Yuan Shisan, but the power of the Profound Pill Eighth Heaven was enough to shock them, making them feel as if a Mount Tai had pressed down, giving them an illusion of being unable to breathe.

"Hmph, Ye Qingchen is certainly doomed this time!"

"Indeed, let's see how he makes a fool of himself later!"

"The Fourth Elder clearly doesn't want to kill him so quickly..."

Though the Slaughter Hall disciples were shocked on their faces, they were full of smugness.

Ye Qingchen had killed so many of their Slaughter Hall people and now caused all their efforts to go in vain. If he died too easily, wouldn't that be letting him off lightly?

They all wanted to see Ye Qingchen's begging posture!

But who would have thought.

This raging aura, akin to a descending tiger, upon reaching Ye Qingchen, transformed like a trickling stream, quietly dissipating from both sides, not even stirring his sleeves.

"Is this your trump card?"

Ye Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zheng Yuanfeng with a half-smile, "It seems that Slaughter Hall's elders are nothing much after all!"

As he spoke!

He stepped forward directly.

Must know.

Ye Qingchen was at the center of Zheng Yuanfeng's aura; a single hair's movement would affect the whole. Normally, under this aura, people wouldn't dare to move a finger, fearing a thunderous strike from the opponent.

But Ye Qingchen ignored it completely, stepping forward leisurely.

This step seemed casual but appeared extremely terrifying in Zheng Yuanfeng's eyes. It was like a pebble, usually tossed by the tides, suddenly rising into a massive reef.

Moreover, this reef was as grand as Mount Tai!

An aura no weaker than his own retaliated instantly.

"Boom!"

It was like two waves crashing directly.

The surrounding air emitted a crackling, explosive sound.

The violent aura collision swept all the Slaughter Hall disciples watching into the air.

"Not good!"

Zheng Yuanfeng was in extreme distress.

He felt as if his life force was being suppressed. Although Ye Qingchen's figure hadn't changed, he seemed increasingly colossal in Zheng Yuanfeng's eyes, like an immense titan.

"Damn it, this can't go on!"

Zheng Yuanfeng was almost about to vomit blood from distress.

He knew.

If it dragged on further, he might never have the courage to make a move.

"Die for me!"

Boom!

Zheng Yuanfeng roared furiously, attacking directly.

He stomped fiercely, growing three inches taller, his entire body enveloped with mist. Following that, as he clenched his right hand, the already surging aura doubled.

With the berserk True Qi raging, Zheng Yuanfeng swept in with a torrent of power!

The strength of a Profound Pill Eighth Heaven expert was terrifying.

"Screeech!"

You could see.

Zheng Yuanfeng was like a dragon emerging from the sea; this punch even drew volcanic heat, resembling the Ancient Fire God Zhurong reincarnated, bringing a massive wave of fire crashing down.

"The Fourth Elder has made a move!"

"This is his Profound Dragon Fist!"

"The power of this punch is immense..."

Seeing this scene, all the Slaughter Hall disciples cheered excitedly, looking at Ye Qingchen as if he were already dead. No matter how strong this brat was, how could he compare to Zheng Yuanfeng of the Profound Pill Eighth Heaven?

"Finally, he can be annihilated!" an elite disciple sneered, "For offending our Slaughter Hall, let him burn to ashes in the fire!"

The others nodded in agreement.

'I wonder how this brat will resist?'

Everyone's eyes turned to Ye Qingchen.

You could see.

Ye Qingchen stood there, with a lax appearance, seemingly unprepared.

"Has he given up?"

A thought emerged in everyone's mind.

Zheng Yuanfeng, whose eyes were previously cold, couldn't help but curl his lips in mockery upon seeing Ye Qingchen's posture:

"Even if you're giving up now, it's too late!"

"Even if the Celestial Emperor came, he couldn't save you!"

However.

As soon as he finished speaking.

Ye Qingchen suddenly stepped forward, throwing a punch.

This punch seemed light and insignificant. But when the raging flames met this fist, they suddenly turned like a raging tide, reversing direction toward themselves.

"What?"

Zheng Yuanfeng's face showed great shock.

The surrounding cloud aura surged, and he desperately swung his palms, smashing the reversing flames. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, amidst the exploding sparks, a jade-like fist burst out, carrying endless wind into his sight.

Retreat!

Zheng Yuanfeng tapped the tip of his foot and swiftly retreated backward.

But.

No matter how fast he was, how could he compare with the speed of Ye Qingchen's punch?

"Thud!"

In the incredulous gaze of everyone, Zheng Yuanfeng forcibly took the punch. Instantly, he was blasted like a cannonball, streaking tens of meters away before crashing onto the ground.

His body even caused the ground to cave in, with countless cracks spreading wildly.

Dead silence filled the scene.

Ye Qingchen gave a faint smile, eyes full of mockery:

"Do you think you can kill me? Who gave you that courage?"

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