Who should be left with a dog's life?

As Ye Qingchen's words fell in the middle of the crowd, they landed in everyone's ears like a clap of thunder!

How could this young man be so terrifying?

With just one strike, he annihilated Jianxun?

"Ye Qingchen, that's Ye Qingchen!"

Someone heard Han Yunsheng's previous voice and exclaimed in surprise.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Wasn't Ye Qingchen being hunted by the Slaughter Hall of the Spirit Coffin Sect all the way to Black Abyss City, his life or death unknown? How could he appear here? Could it be that even Yuan Shisan couldn't kill him?

Moreover.

How has his cultivation strength risen to such a degree? With just one strike, he killed Jianxun? That was Jianxun, at the Profound Core Ninth Heaven, ranked thirteenth on the silver battle list!

Han Yunsheng was even more shocked, retreating several steps in disbelief. Previously, all the joy and excitement from learning the opponent was Ye Qingchen vanished, leaving only deep shock.

"Ye Qingchen!"

Han Yunsheng suddenly snapped back to reality, his eyes filled with rage and surprise, "How did you appear here? Where is Yuan Shisan? What about the disciples of my Slaughter Hall?"

"They were naturally killed by me!" Ye Qingchen said indifferently.

"Impossible!"

As the words fell, Han Yunsheng already couldn't believe it, shouting in disbelief.

Remember.

Within the Spirit Coffin Sect, there are more than ten halls including the Slaughter Hall, the Alchemy Hall, the Array Hall, and the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall. Among them, the Slaughter Hall is the most powerful hall.

This hall is equivalent to the Law Enforcement Hall of other sects and gathers the most powerful and valiant disciples of the sect. The Great Elder Yuan Shisan is an unparalleled expert.

Now that Ye Qingchen claims to have killed them, Han Yunsheng is naturally the first not to believe it!

"Then why have I returned? And Yuan Shisan hasn't?" Ye Qingchen looked at Han Yunsheng with a half-smile, "Don't worry, soon this news will spread from Black Abyss City, then you'll know whether I'm lying to you!"

During the battle in the Abyssal Valley Secret Realm, almost all the strong ones in Black Abyss City were wiped out, and many people in the city have not yet reacted. So the news hasn't spread from the city yet, but how can such shocking news be hidden for long?

Perhaps in half a day, Yun Ding City will receive the news.

But right now.

They are still unaware.

They don't know that Ye Qingchen, in the Abyssal Valley Secret Realm, fought valiantly against overwhelming odds.

They don't know that Ye Qingchen stood alone against the world, willing to go down together, and even killed Mo Luo Celestial Saint.

"I don't believe it!"

Han Yunsheng's expression changed, shouting angrily, "How could you possibly escape from the Slaughter Hall's pursuit? I don't care what method you used to escape, since you've appeared here, don't think about leaving alive! People, kill him for me!"

"Kill me?"

Ye Qingchen heard this and sneered, directly walking towards Han Yunsheng.

In these three days.

At least a thousand disciples arrived in Yun Ding City to hunt for Ye Qingchen. Now they had all gathered at the auction venue, just waiting for Han Yunsheng's command.

Almost as soon as Ye Qingchen walked forward, those disciples quickly took action.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

At this moment.

Dozens of cultivators shouted in unison, condensing fist strength in their hands, swinging long swords, or unleashing blade light, attacking from all directions.

These attackers are experts who came to Yun Ding City this time, brave and warlike individuals. Even the likes of Jianxun, strong enough to rank on the silver battle list, would retreat in the face of such a situation and wait for an opportunity to strike.

However.

Ye Qingchen didn't care at all, directly stepping toward Han Yunsheng. At the same time, he formed his fingers into a sword and slashed horizontally, with brilliant sword light cleaving through the air like cutting water.

"Ah!"

Instantly, screams of agony rang out.

Under the horrified gaze of the onlookers, Ye Qingchen's mere wave of a hand had already bisected these dozen or so experts, blood splattering across the sky.

"How is it possible?"

Han Yunsheng's eyes nearly popped out.

These people, although not as exceptional as Jianxun, are the elite disciples of the Spirit Coffin Sect, and so many of them together could stand firm. But now, with so many joining forces, they couldn't withstand a single move from Ye Qingchen's wave of a hand?

"Buzz!"

Just as Han Yunsheng was in shock.

More and more disciples of the Spirit Coffin Sect began to attack.

"Boom!"

A sudden, crisp sound of bowstrings echoed together, and in the next moment, a rain of arrows shot forth, covering the sky, resembling a storm of Flying Locust Crossbow Stones. Each arrow carried terrifying power, easily piercing through walls.

Among them were several divine archers, with arrow light piercing the sky, as brilliant as the sun-shooting legends of Hou Yi.

This attack was even swifter than the previous ones, instantly locking onto Ye Qingchen's vital aura, leaving him with no way to evade.

Witnessing this scene.

Everyone in the auction hall turned pale with fear, scrambling to dodge, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant.

Tens of thousands of arrows exploded forth, engulfing Ye Qingchen. Seeing this, Han Yunsheng finally let out a small sigh of relief, a faint smile creeping onto his lips. "Under this kind of attack, no matter how strong that boy is, he'll be worn down alive!"

However.

The smile had just appeared when it froze completely.

Ye Qingchen slowly raised his right hand, as white as jade, and gently twisted it. A fierce wind suddenly whipped up in the void, and under its sweeping force, the sky-covering arrow rain was violently stirred, swirling upward.

"Return to you!"

Before anyone could react.

Ye Qingchen chuckled softly, suddenly waving his hand. The swirling wind suddenly exploded, and the arrows caught in it a moment ago were sent hurtling back with even greater speed.

With a series of 'puff-puff-puff' sounds, rows of disciples fell like harvested chives, screaming miserably on the spot, their blood flowing in torrents, staining the ground red.

Yet these people.

Couldn't even slow Ye Qingchen's steps by half a pace.

The entire auction hall fell into dead silence.

Even those seasoned warriors, who prided themselves on having emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, trembled at the sight, this young man akin to a Divine Demon.

His azure long robe remained unstained, untouched by even a drop of blood.

"How terrifying is this guy?"

"What cultivation has he reached? Why can't I discern it at all?"

For a moment.

Even the Spirit Coffin Sect was in an uproar.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, why are you arguing?" Han Yunsheng shouted, "Attack together, don't give him a chance to breathe!"

Upon hearing this, everyone gritted their teeth.

They knew that this young man before them was the greatest enemy they had ever faced, and they dared not neglect him in the slightest. If they didn't defeat or kill Ye Qingchen, they would likely die here themselves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Instantaneously.

The remaining cultivators unleashing True Qi swiftly transformed into beams of light, charging towards Ye Qingchen. Little did they know, Ye Qingchen merely took another step forward, his right hand grabbing fiercely at the void.

Immediately, countless flying swords appeared beside him, shooting straight ahead.

"Swish!"

A streak of radiant light.

Witnessed.

The disciples of the Spirit Coffin Sect charging forward were each pierced through the head on the spot, crashing from the sky without a sound.

Ye Qingchen looked up.

A suffocating murderous aura swept forth without reservation, causing the remaining Spirit Coffin Sect disciples to drop their weapons in fear, kneeling and begging for mercy. Those remnants of courage within them evaporated completely under Ye Qingchen's gaze.

No longer did they dare to block Ye Qingchen in the slightest.

"Ye Qingchen, stop now..."

Some cultivators guarding Han Yunsheng held their weapons, tremblingly pointing at Ye Qingchen. Though they were afraid, decades of hard training allowed them to barely hold on.

However.

Ye Qingchen ignored them, sending out a palm strike directly.

Bam!

In an instant, these cultivators were sent flying by Ye Qingchen's palm, shattering upon impact.

At this moment.

With obstacles cleared, Ye Qingchen casually walked forward, facing no more hindrances, directly arriving before Han Yunsheng!

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