The entire Central Island was deathly silent.

At this moment.

It seemed as if even the wind had stopped. Only the trickling blood continued to flow, gathering into a stream, staining the earth red. The remaining people stood there, dumbstruck.

Yuan Shisan is dead!

Ding Qitian is dead!

Wang Kui is dead!

...

Recalling earlier.

Two hundred of Black Abyss City's top powerhouses, lured by Mo Luo Celestial Saint, came with overwhelming momentum. Which of those present wasn't a prominent figure?

Which of them wasn't an Ultimate Venerable Powerhouse within the Profound Pill Realm?

Which of them wasn't a renowned persona across the continent?

Originally.

In their eyes, how could Ye Qingchen possibly be their opponent? As for that sword mark drawn by the other and their talk of 'fight to the death,' it was merely a joke.

But now.

The fact has proven everything.

On this mountain peak, as many as one hundred sixty people have fallen. Among them were not only nearly a hundred cultivators of the Profound Pill Eighth Heaven but also over seventy of the Profound Core Ninth Heaven!

They all perished under Ye Qingchen's sword.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

Blood continuously dripped down from the Netherworld Sword, splashing into the Blood Spring, creating ripples that broke the deathly silence.

At this moment.

Ye Qingchen's body was utterly ravaged, with many places revealing ghastly white bone. Even standing was overwhelmingly difficult. Yet the fighting spirit within him was not at all diminished; instead, it grew stronger!

Around thirty people remained in the field, but they too were covered in wounds, silently watching the figure ahead.

Suddenly.

Eight of the cultivators launched an attack.

Rush! Rush! Rush! Rush!...

With a booming sound, eight figures soared into the sky, transformed into rushing beams of light, and charged madly towards Ye Qingchen.

However.

Ye Qingchen, seemingly on the brink of collapse and utterly exhausted, suddenly raised his sword blade.

Swoosh!

The Wind Sword Momentum swept across the field.

In an instant, countless fierce winds shimmered with blue light, suddenly streaking through the air.

"Slash!"

A ripping sound echoed.

The eight cultivators attempting to kill Ye Qingchen were decapitated by this sword. In a booming instant, eight heads soared high, and eight headless corpses crashed down.

"Ssssss!"

At this moment.

Everyone was finally gripped with terror.

For a moment, no one dared to take a step forward.

Ye Qingchen cast his gaze around.

Even though.

His face was already stained red with blood, making it difficult to discern that countenance. But beneath the blood, his eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

Boom!

Almost as his gaze swept over them.

The remaining people turned pale with fear. Under Ye Qingchen's gaze, they felt as if a bucket of icy water was poured over them, chill spreading from their spine throughout their body, reaching the depths of their soul.

Without a moment's hesitation, they collectively retreated backward.

Stopping a few steps away, their expressions grew even uglier. Had they really been frightened off by Ye Qingchen's glance?

"A bunch of useless cowards!"

At this moment.

Mo Luo Celestial Saint finally spoke.

In truth, he could also see, although there were still dozens of people remaining, they had been scared witless by Ye Qingchen, naturally losing the courage to attack him!

Coldly retracting his gaze from the crowd, he then focused on Ye Qingchen.

"Good!"

Mo Luo Celestial Saint nodded emphatically, looking at Ye Qingchen with both shock and disbelief in his heart. "A cultivator of Profound Pill Fifth Heaven, not only not kneeling under my pressure but even breaking through to the Profound Pill Sixth Layer!"

"Facing hundreds of cultivators of Profound Pill Eighth and Ninth Heaven, without retreating a single step, and even slaying most of them. Even when I was your age, I couldn't accomplish all this!"

"I ask you once more, are you willing to serve me as your master?"

Mo Luo Celestial Saint's gaze was stern.

"Haha!"

Ye Qingchen chuckled lightly.

But just this simple action tugged at his wounds all over, contorting his face in pain, causing him to involuntarily take a sharp breath. He slowly raised his head, fearlessly meeting Mo Luo Celestial Saint's gaze, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth:

"Men of Taotian Palace only die standing, never live kneeling!"

Boom!

To die standing, never live kneeling!

These ten simple words fell amidst the crowd like a thunderclap.

"Good, good, good! As expected of a man of Taotian Palace!"

Qin Wentian laughed heartily.

Xu Huai, Cui Geng, and the others felt their blood boiling.

They were entranced, filled with longing.

Wishing they could transform into that figure on the battlefield.

Though their bodies cannot reach, their hearts yearn for it!

As for the rest, they were even more terrified.

Even though Mo Luo Celestial Saint was still just a remnant soul, the people present could still see his face had turned extremely unsightly. Because this was the second time he had been refused since his resurrection!

"Ye Qingchen, do you know you've missed your last chance to live?"

Mo Luo Celestial Saint's voice gradually turned icy.

Even though he admired Ye Qingchen, he would show no mercy. The other's potential was truly astonishing, if it couldn't be used by him, he could only kill him!

Otherwise, he would surely become a major threat in the future!

"I don't know!"

Ye Qingchen nodded, and under Mo Luo Celestial Saint's puzzled gaze, he grinned, a teasing smile on his face, saying: "How do you know you won't meet your end at my hands?"

Boom!

These words, even if Mo Luo Celestial Saint was extremely composed, couldn't help but drive him into a furious rage.

What kind of an existence was he?

Even the Spiritual Splendor Celestial Saint from more than four hundred years ago, having fought desperately, couldn't kill him, only suppress him here. And now Ye Qingchen, this young brat, dared to boast in front of him, threatening to annihilate him entirely.

How could he not be enraged?

"Fine!"

A trace of hatred surged in Mo Luo Celestial Saint's eyes, and he coldly declared: "I want to see how you will annihilate me entirely! You can die here first!"

Boom!

Mo Luo Celestial Saint roared in anger, his entire body surging with demonic qi, forming a dark ribbon across the sky, transforming directly into a horrifying giant palm, resembling a black sky, furiously crushing towards Ye Qingchen!

Everyone had seen the power of Mo Luo Celestial Saint's casual palm strike before; even Qin Wentian, a Half-Step Celestial Saint, had been struck from the air, almost dying on the spot. What's more, Ye Qingchen, who had already gone through a fierce battle?

Under this palm strike, Ye Qingchen would likely not even leave behind a corpse!

"Brother!"

Ye Qing shouted in despair, nearly fainting on the spot.

Qin Wentian clenched his fists, unwilling to watch any further. Now, no matter how much strength Ye Qingchen had, he couldn't withstand Mo Luo Celestial Saint's wrathful strike.

Xu Huai, Cui Geng, and Liu Luocheng cried out in despair, their eyes filled with hopelessness.

The cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. Earlier, they hadn't been able to kill Ye Qingchen, but now, with Mo Luo Celestial Saint directly attacking, surely he would die?

As everyone was either grieving, crying painfully, or feeling smug, no one thought Ye Qingchen could overcome this disaster.

And then they saw.

Ye Qingchen grasped his palm, and three elite, fiery pills appeared in his hand. The pills lay in Ye Qingchen's palm, radiating an intense light.

Like three volcanoes ready to erupt at any moment.

Almost as soon as he swallowed the pills.

Buzz~

At this moment.

The entire void shook abruptly.

Ye Qingchen's body seemed to transform into a erupting volcano at this moment, a terrifying aura erupting from him in an astounding manner.

With the explosion of the pill's power.

His originally Profound Pill Sixth Heaven aura instantly soared to the Profound Pill Ninth Heaven level.

Facing the black sky giant palm crushing down.

Ye Qingchen suddenly raised his head.

Words of defiance rose from deep within his throat:

"What is Mo Luo Celestial Saint? Want to kill me? It won't be that easy!"

Boom!

As the black sky giant palm crashed down, at this moment, Ye Qingchen unexpectedly raised his hand fiercely to confront it directly.

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