"How is this possible!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

No one anticipated that Zheng Yuanfeng would be sent flying by Ye Qingchen's punch.

After all.

Zheng Yuanfeng was a powerful warrior of the Profound Pill Eighth Heaven!

"Ye Qingchen!"

Zheng Yuanfeng climbed out of the pit, his face dark and somber.

As the Fourth Elder of Slaughter Hall, when had he ever been in such a predicament? He had always been the hunter, not the hunted, never facing the humiliation of being struck down in public.

Instantly.

An aura far stronger than before erupted from him. In no time, layers of True Qi swirled around him, transforming into a fierce, multicolored tiger that enveloped him completely.

Bang!

Zheng Yuanfeng roared forward with a thunderous momentum towards Ye Qingchen, resembling a tiger charging downhill. His passage left deep, distinct tiger paw prints on the ground.

Under the astonished gaze of the onlookers, he pounced in front of Ye Qingchen, his hand striking down like a tiger claw with the might to shatter an army.

Whoosh!

The claw wind surged, a terrifying force sweeping out.

This strike unleashed several streams of white light, akin to Wind Blades, nearly tearing the space apart.

This single strike left the Slaughter Hall members aghast.

Ye Qingchen smiled faintly, pushing out his hands as though sealing and closing, effortlessly blocking the attack.

With his first strike failing, Zheng Yuanfeng immediately followed with another claw, then an attack with knee and elbow, his onslaught like mercury cascading rapidly. In mere moments, the entire cave was filled with shadows of punches and kicks, yet Ye Qingchen stood there, unfazed, blocking all of it with ease.

"How is this possible?"

Zheng Yuanfeng's heart trembled violently.

He initially thought that he had been pushed back before due to underestimating Ye Qingchen. But now, facing him directly shattered all his confidence. Despite using all his strength, he couldn't shake Ye Qingchen in the least.

Meanwhile, a casual strike from Ye Qingchen required Zheng Yuanfeng to exert all his effort to block.

Moreover, Ye Qingchen's punches and kicks felt incredibly heavy, as if each blow carried immense power, shaking Zheng Yuanfeng's bones to the point of disintegration.

"This kid has only just reached Profound Pill Fifth Heaven! How did Taotian Palace produce such a monster?"

Zheng Yuanfeng nearly ground his teeth to pieces.

But at this moment.

He couldn't think anymore, as Ye Qingchen began his counterattack.

"Boom!"

Ye Qingchen launched a punch. Seemingly ordinary, it bore an essence of a mountain collapsing, causing the surrounding space to ripple like water.

"Not good!"

Zheng Yuanfeng was horrified.

Clenching his fist, his feet rooted into the ground as if taking root. A powerful force surged from below, penetrating his body. His spine rolled like a great dragon, and his fist energy formed a tiger head, meeting Ye Qingchen's punch with unparalleled might.

"Get lost!"

Ye Qingchen's long punch vibrated, his attack not lesser but greater, colliding fiercely with Zheng Yuanfeng's charge.

"Thud!"

A deep, resounding crash.

Ye Qingchen stood motionless; Zheng Yuanfeng staggered back several steps.

"Kill!"

Ye Qingchen's fighting spirit soared sky-high as he relentlessly attacked Zheng Yuanfeng, using him to hone his newly advanced abilities.

Vast star power continuously surged into his fists, seamlessly flowing, his assault as relentless as a storm, like waves crashing endlessly.

The cheers around had long ceased.

Slaughter Hall disciples stared dumbfounded at the scene.

In their eyes.

Ye Qingchen single-handedly faced the Fourth Elder and firmly held the advantage. Each punch and kick forced Zheng Yuanfeng to fight with everything he had, yet Zheng Yuanfeng's attacks were effortlessly blocked.

"Join forces!"

At this point.

An elite disciple finally couldn't take it, stamping his foot as he said coldly, "If we don't kill Ye Qingchen, we'll all perish in this volcano!"

"Yes, together!"

After a brief hesitation, everyone nodded.

Confronting Ye Qingchen, who still had the upper hand against a Profound Pill Eighth Heaven expert, filled the Slaughter Hall disciples with extreme fear. Facing such a formidable adversary, only by joining forces and giving it their all could they hope to prevail.

Bang!

Nearly without hesitation.

Close to a hundred Slaughter Hall disciples launched their attack.

Although.

Their cultivation wasn't high, they had the advantage in numbers, and almost instantly, the sky was filled with flashing swords and blades, forming a layer upon layer of Heaven and Earth Net.

"Courting death!"

Ye Qingchen's eyes flashed with a cold light, gripping the air with his right hand.

Boom!

The void exploded.

Infinite gales poured in, manifesting thousands upon thousands of flying swords, each one three feet seven inches long, entirely formed by the whirlwind.

Moreover, radiant flames flickered along the swords, an anomaly born from the fire they absorbed!

Whoosh!

Almost as soon as these flying swords formed.

They swiftly shattered through the air, heading towards the overwhelming onslaught.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, these flying swords tore through the massive attack, striking before everyone!

"Not good!"

Suddenly, the Slaughter Hall members were terrified.

Without a moment's hesitation, some executed their body techniques to retreat swiftly; some wielded their weapons in a bid to sever the flying swords, while others quickly retracted their moves to defend.

But.

It was too late.

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"

The sound of flesh tearing resounded continuously.

The flying swords pierced through the bodies of the Slaughter Hall disciples, their immense force knocking them off balance, sending them flying dozens of meters and pinning them harshly against the rock walls.

In the blink of an eye.

Nearly half of the close to a hundred Slaughter Hall disciples were instantly massacred, including several Profound Pill Sixth Heaven experts.

In the distance.

Zheng Yuanfeng watched with a ghastly pale expression.

"Too powerful!"

"I must escape!"

Ye Qingchen's strength had far surpassed his imagination. This was an unprecedented enemy. Continuing like this would mean certain death!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Zheng Yuanfeng clenched his fists, veins popping, using a desperate technique. However, instead of retaliating, he swiftly turned and fled towards the volcano's exit.

As his True Qi spun wildly, enormous cloud wings materialized on the back of the fierce tiger, each stretching over three to four zhang long. Simultaneously, the wings unfurled, propelling him outwards with the swiftness of the wind.

"Elder!"

The struggling disciples wailed in despair.

They hadn't expected it.

Zheng Yuanfeng fled.

With the Fourth Elder's departure, the remaining Slaughter Hall disciples lost all morale. Scrambling away in panic, they wished for more legs to aid their flight.

Yet Ye Qingchen showed no leniency.

Thud!

After dispatching the last Slaughter Hall disciple, Ye Qingchen gazed into the distant void:

"Zheng Yuanfeng, do you think you can escape?"

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingchen tapped the ground with his toe, transforming into a streak of light shooting skyward!

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