"Yintian Saint Child, you are too arrogant, won't you consider the goodwill of us all?" The martial artist, a man in his thirties, shouted loudly, also somewhat agitated.

"Hmph, Iron Fan Young Master, if you want to fight, I'll be here to accompany you!" Yintian Saint Child completely disregarded everyone, truly believing himself to be unparalleled, letting out a cold snort, and continued charging towards Ye Tianchen.

"Amitabha Buddha!" The Daoist holding the Jade Purifying Bottle chanted a Buddhist title.

"Very well, very well, Jing Wuhuan, with you, the Daoist, here, after I kill this boy, you can still perform rites for him!" Yintian Saint Child laughed heartily as he spoke.

Huo Xianer, Pangu Yun, Iron Fan Young Master, and Jing Wuhuan—these four martial artists, each exuding an unfathomable aura. Ye Tianchen would not be arrogant; he indeed felt some alarm. These four must have remarkable origins, either from an ancient sect or, perhaps, a martial arts family. Their aura was entirely different, possessing an immovable sense.

Bang!

Yintian Saint Child made his move, very arrogant and conceited. Despite initiating the attack, intending to snatch Ye Tianchen's prey, he now also forcefully seeks to kill Ye Tianchen. Even a clay Bodhisattva would likely be inflamed. It wouldn't just sit still when tormented to this extent. What's more, this Yintian Saint Child truly treats Ye Tianchen like fish on a chopping board, seemingly ready to control Ye Tianchen's life and death at any moment, able to slap Ye Tianchen to death.

A hand descended, carrying a formidable aura. While in mid-air, the palm of Yintian Saint Child transformed into a millstone, pressing down, seeking to crush Ye Tianchen into mince.

"Huo Xianer, what are you doing?" Pangu Yun asked, seeing Huo Xianer seemingly wanting to intervene.

"We can't let them fight here, or it might disturb the unimaginable existence of this Original Restricted Zone, and then we might also be dragged in!" Huo Xianer, like an agile fairy, furrowed her brows and spoke.

"No worries, various major inherited forces entering are already numerous. Truly, man proposes, but heaven disposes. Initially, this zone's exotic treasure was about to emerge, yet unexpectedly, the Wang family stirred up such events. Many powerful inheritances initially lacked an excuse to enter; now they have one, all aiming for that exotic treasure. This Original Restricted Zone is destined to be drenched in blood for miles!" Iron Fan Young Master said with a cold laugh.

"Amitabha Buddha, I believe that exotic treasure isn't a treasure but a murderous weapon, causing rivers of blood to flow even before emerging—how merciful, how merciful!" Jing Wuhuan chanted the Buddhist title worriedly.

"Victory determines the king; only the strong survive, hold sway, and can acquire that exotic treasure—it's destined. Let this Yintian Saint Child strike. If he wins, it simply means the younger martial artist lacks skill. If he loses, he probably can't escape death either. That young martial artist isn't weak and isn't just a clay figure easily molded!" Pangu Yun spoke.

"Indeed, I think Yintian Saint Child will pay dearly, and moreover, there's only that one exotic treasure. You and I, having joined forces to come this far, how could there be weaklings? When that exotic treasure emerges, you and I won't avoid a fight!" Iron Fan Young Master insightfully spoke.

At this moment, Yintian Saint Child had already struck towards Ye Tianchen, shouting aloud, "Small ant, dare to resist me? Ignore my words, crushed directly!"

"You are talking about yourself, aren't you?" Ye Tianchen calmly replied with a cold smile.

Bang!

At this moment, Ye Tianchen also made his move. He stood stationary, casting a cold glance at Yintian Saint Child. Yintian Saint Child's cultivation realm was indeed profound; this young man had already reached the Mid-stage Martial Saint realm, and his combat strength was even beyond his cultivation realm, something few could achieve—no wonder he was so arrogant and conceited, killing at the slightest displeasure, possessing indeed outstanding power.

Pang!

A punch was unleashed; Ye Tianchen didn't immediately use the "Overlord Fist" power. After all, using the "Overlord Fist" would greatly exhaust him, and inside this "Original Restricted Zone," who knows what terrifying exists? It's fundamental to conserve combat power, avoiding reckless moves, and considering how powerful Yintian Saint Child might be hasn't been measured yet. Randomly unleashing all power, even if killing Yintian Saint Child, the four watching might seize the opportunity to attack—defenses can't be lowered.

Bang!

Yintian Saint Child's palm's force fell, crushing a vast area of rocks and trees. Meanwhile, Ye Tianchen's punch force also unleashed, confronting Yintian Saint Child's palm force.

"The power of your palm is not that impressive? Where did the momentum just now go? You spoke as if you could kill me with a single slap, why can't you do it!" Ye Tianchen sneered disdainfully at the Yintian Saint Child.

"You... courting death!"

Yintian Saint Child hadn't expected that his palm, powerful enough to shatter a mountain, could be taken head-on by Ye Tianchen without dodging or evading. This guy's strength is not trivial; killing him might not be so easy. However, Yintian Saint Child remained absolutely confident. He is the Saint Child that the Yintian Sect has spent hundreds of years cultivating, promising victory at every turn. As of now, aside from several ancient monsters in the Yintian Sect, no one is his match—he's the legitimate heir to the next leader of the Yintian Sect, destined to command the entire sect. How could he allow himself to fail?

"That guy's physical body power is so strong, he doesn't seem to be using Martial Arts True Power!" Huo Xianer fixed her eyes on Ye Tianchen, showing a hint of incredulity as she spoke.

"This guy isn't so easy to suppress; it seems he's much stronger than we imagined. Yintian Saint Child probably didn't expect that chubby Taoist before him to be so formidable." Pangu Yun said with a frown.

"Hmph, I've already said, that chubby Taoist likely has a high cultivation realm; who wins or loses is hard to say!" Iron Fan Prince sneered with a look of amusement.

Boom!

Suddenly, the heavens and earth trembled constantly, and dark clouds appeared in the sky, seemingly dimming the heavens. Ye Tianchen frowned, as before him, Yintian Saint Child was enveloped in an unimaginable force. This force was heavily laden with Yin Qi, as if surging from the Nine Netherworld to strike the Nine Layers Heaven, threatening to overturn the sky.

Bang!

The sky exploded, startling Ye Tianchen. He couldn't help but look up, only to see a massive palm imprint appear above his head. This palm imprint wasn't condensed by Yintian Saint Child's Martial Arts True Qi but seemed to descend from the heavens, overpoweringly strong, suffocating the surrounding air.

At this moment, Huo Xianer, Pangu Yun, Iron Fan Prince, and Jing Wuhuan all frowned, enveloping themselves in Martial Arts True Qi for protection, feeling an incredible force. It seemed that the Yintian Saint Child had employed one of his strongest Martial Arts Divine Skills, a force not to be overlooked.

"This... could it be the Yintian Palm of the Yintian Sect?" Jing Wuhuan asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's the foundational divine art of the Yintian Sect, the Yintian Palm. Legend has it that in ancient times, it slew countless powerhouses. Once struck by this palm force, one's physical body and divine thought would be reduced to ashes in an instant, even making the Nine Heavens tremble!" Huo Xianer said with a furrowed brow.

"Unexpectedly, this Yintian Saint Child is indeed formidable. At such a young age, he has already cultivated one of the Yintian Sect's strongest divine arts, the Yintian Palm, to Small Success Realm. If it were Great Success, this move would be nearly unresistible!" Iron Fan Prince no longer sneered and spoke solemnly.

"It seems that young chubby Taoist's life is in danger. He's neither using a Martial Arts Divine Skill for defense nor escaping with a treasure. He must be stunned, waiting for death!" Pangu Yun said.

Indeed, Ye Tianchen was shocked. This Yintian Palm descending from the sky covered the heavens and the earth. Wherever you ran, you'd be within its attack range. So vast that even utilizing the 'Divine Movement Skill' might not allow escape. Moreover, Ye Tianchen simply had no intention of fleeing. The Yintian Saint Child is strong, but Ye Tianchen is not weak. This amount of power isn't enough to scare him into fleeing.

"No one has ever survived under the Yintian Palm. Killing you with it is actually too lenient!" the Yintian Saint Child said fiercely, staring at Ye Tianchen.

"Good timing, I'll break your Yintian Palm!" Ye Tianchen shouted, astonishingly leaving the ground, not using Qi Manipulation Flying Skill, but with the power of his physical body. With a single stomp on the ground, a crack dozens of meters long and more than a meter wide split open, leaving Huo Xianer and the others dumbfounded, unable to fathom how formidable Ye Tianchen's physical power was.

Swoosh!

Ye Tianchen used his powerful physical body power, becoming a streak of golden light, rushing upwards towards the descending Yintian Palm in the sky, nearly causing Huo Xianer and the others to drop their jaws. What was Ye Tianchen trying to do? Was he looking to directly clash with the Yintian Palm? Was he courting death?

"The physical body power of that chubby Taoist is formidable, but he shouldn't directly clash with the Yintian Palm. Even a hint of the Yintian Palm's power would obliterate one instantly. This approach lacks strategy. I'm afraid this young chubby Taoist has lost; the Yintian Saint Child indeed surpasses him!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you're welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)

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