"Clang!"

In that instant.

Sword Qi soared to the heavens.

It was a dazzling sword light that defied description, like a streak of silver lightning slicing through the night sky, roaring out, making it nearly impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open at that moment.

With a sword in hand.

Ye Qingchen's aura suddenly transformed.

Crash!

An overwhelming gust of wind seemed to blow in from the ancient wilds, a terrifying sword force swept across a hundred feet in an instant, causing countless specks of dust to whirl upwards.

"Great Wind Style!"

Ye Qingchen stomped his foot, and his entire being shot out like a bolt.

Crackle!

Everywhere he passed.

The surrounding area erupted with a sharp cracking noise, swiftly slicing through as if with light, directly tearing apart the incoming attacks which dissipated into thin air.

Nothing remained unsliced in his path.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, everyone turned pale with shock.

They all fled haphazardly.

One cultivator who failed to dodge was struck directly by the sword.

"Screech!"

This cultivator, who had reached the Profound Pill Eighth Heaven, couldn't even let out a cry before he was split from head to toe by the sword, as if it were slicing through tofu!

"Hmm?"

The Mo Luo Celestial Saint, who had initially thought everything was over, raised his eyebrow, seemingly surprised by the scene in front of him.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, everyone's pupils contracted involuntarily.

It was only at this point that they suddenly remembered.

The young man before them was no ordinary boy but a powerful young warrior who had carved his way out of the layers of the Slaughter Hall's siege.

Nevertheless.

What difference does that make?

They would kill him all the same!

The entire mountain peak briefly fell silent, then quickly resumed its former posture, and the killing intent became even more intense.

Yuan Shisan waved his hands, causing waves of True Qi to pour down, transforming into two massive flaming palms, crushing towards Ye Qingchen like the Buddha clapping his hands.

Ding Qitian coldly shouted, raising his hand to point—a long black trident several dozen feet long formed in swirling black air, plunging directly towards Ye Qingchen!

Wang Kui remained silent, charging forward stealthily, his hands like a colossal press, causing the air to shudder violently!

"Scram!"

In a flash, Ye Qingchen swung his sword, forcibly pushing back Yuan Shisan and Ding Qitian. Before he could catch his breath, Wang Kui's palm had already struck his chest.

"Crack!"

At that moment.

Ye Qingchen's chest suddenly caved in, showing a palm print several inches deep, several ribs cracked instantly, and even his internal organs were displaced.

"Ugh!"

Ye Qingchen's body trembled, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, staggering back several steps.

"Haha, Ye Qingchen, your life is mine!"

Seeing this scene.

Wang Kui let out a wild laugh and advanced once more. Raising his hand, he unleashed a powerful force through his palm, making the space vibrate. A white wave like a wild dragon surged in the void, crossing several dozen meters towards Ye Qingchen's face!

"Should be you who dies!"

Boom!

Ye Qingchen stomped his foot heavily, forcibly dispersing the massive force of the palm, and advanced instead of retreating.

With a swift slash from his long sword.

"Boom!"

A crackling explosion erupted swiftly.

Suddenly.

Ye Qingchen tore the mighty force apart, the cold sword light continued unchecked.

"Not good!"

Wang Kui's expression of triumph froze abruptly, and he hastily retreated backwards. But as soon as he moved, he froze in place. In everyone's eyes, a bloodline appeared at his throat, gradually widening…

Bang!

Seizing the moment.

Several more cultivators suddenly attacked from behind.

Thud!

In that moment.

Ye Qingchen felt as if an iron hammer had struck his back, causing his entire skeletal structure to tremble violently, as if cracks appeared in his spine. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out on the spot, soaking the ground!

"Still not dead?"

The cultivators widened their eyes in disbelief.

Their combined full-force attack could kill even a Profound Pill Ninth Heaven cultivator. But Ye Qingchen only spat out a mouthful of blood?

However, they didn't know.

Ye Qingchen had cultivated the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique, and after being tempered by Creation Spirit Liquid, his physique had long surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.

Ye Qingchen steadied his stance, hearing a startled voice from behind. He immediately swung his sword back. A half-moon sword light shot out with a fierce gale, and all that was seen was a flash of blood.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In the fierce wind.

Three enormous heads flew up directly.

Boom!

Almost simultaneously.

Yuan Shisan and Ding Qitian, among the Profound Pill Ninth Heaven powerhouses, surged forward ferociously again.

"Kill!"

Ye Qingchen charged forward with his sword.

A flick of his wrist, a chilling sword light was drawn up, directly meeting them head-on.

In merely three breaths' time, several more wounds appeared on his body. The deepest one was cut by Ding Qitian's knife-hand, stretching across Ye Qingchen's chest from the left abdomen to the right shoulder, white ribs visible.

But at the same time, he thrust his sword into Ding Qitian's chest, cutting him in half at the waist. Ding Qitian couldn't believe, until his death, that he would die from a single sword of Ye Qingchen!

Thirty people!

Fifty people!

A hundred people!

As more and more were slain, Ye Qingchen's aura grew weaker, to the point where he could barely stand. His star power and qi blood were completely exhausted when he killed Ding Qitian.

His whole being was like a dried-up pond, utterly spent.

"He can hardly hold on anymore!"

Seeing this, Yuan Shisan couldn't help but shout, feeling secretly resentful. There was a bloody hole on his shoulder, stabbed by Ye Qingchen.

If he hadn't dodged at the brink of life and death, he would have already died by Ye Qingchen's sword.

Facing the siege of nearly two hundred Profound Pill Eighth and Ninth Heaven powerhouses, this kid could still hold out for so long, unbelievably terrifying!

Boom!

At this moment.

The others also realized Ye Qingchen was on his last legs, and they gritted their teeth and charged fiercely.

"Brother!"

Ye Qing covered her mouth, tears already dried from crying.

Qin Wentian clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms unknowingly.

Xu Huai, Cui Geng, and others stared ahead, dumbfounded. Seeing the young man, even they could tell, Ye Qingchen could fall down at any moment, or even die from exhaustion at any time.

But.

Ye Qingchen stood there like a divine demon standing firm in the heavens.

In the end, he didn't even dodge the attacks, putting all his strength into killing. Soon, the ground beneath him was soaked with blood, turning into a quagmire. The corpses before him piled up like a mountain of bodies.

A hundred thirty people!

A hundred fifty people!

A hundred sixty people!

"Die for me!"

An immense flame suddenly descended from the sky, like a Golden Crow spreading its wings, dazzling and unparalleled.

Boom!

And then.

The boundless True Qi had already transformed into a blazing steel blade, sweeping down with scorching heat!

The one who attacked was Yuan Shisan.

The Great Elder of the Slaughter Hall.

"Clang!"

This blade landed squarely on Ye Qingchen's shoulder.

"Crack!"

A cracking sound was heard, Ye Qingchen's shoulder bone breaking on impact.

Sizzle!

The terrifying flames scorched Ye Qingchen's body, even emitting a burnt odor.

"Die!"

Yuan Shisan roared, his eyes icy cold, wanting to cut Ye Qingchen in half with one stroke, but a bloody hand stubbornly grabbed the blade's edge; regardless of the immense pressure, the blade edge could not descend any further.

In fact, even when he tried to withdraw the blade, he couldn't, that bloodstained skeletal hand was like an iron clamp, seemingly locking the heavens.

And the youth drenched in blood in front of him, gave him a wide grin.

"Damn it!"

Yuan Shisan felt a chill, like ice water pouring from head to toe, every hair on his body bristling. Before he could react, the sword light swept in majestically.

"Screech!"

This sword sliced through his body with a bang.

Yuan Shisan's body shook violently, freezing in place, his eyes wide open. His hands clutched his throat, unable to stop the gushing blood. In the end, he couldn't sustain, falling to the ground like a felled tree.

Completely silent!

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