Previously.

Ye Qingchen hadn't been using his full strength all along.

Firstly, he wanted to gauge the overall strength of the Spirit Coffin Sect through these five people.

Secondly, he intended to use these five as a whetstone to sharpen himself.

Now.

His goal had been achieved, so naturally he no longer held back.

Once Ye Qingchen went all out, just how terrifying he could be was immediately seen by everyone.

"Zheng!"

In the void.

The Sword Qi was awe-inspiring.

Ye Qingchen raised his hand, and a long sword appeared in his palm. This sword was none other than the Netherworld Sword. After the battle in Abyssal Valley, the sword was full of cracks, seemingly ready to shatter at any moment.

Even.

The Spiritual Qi on the sword had vanished.

However.

This mottled sword, held in Ye Qingchen's hand, suddenly shone dazzlingly like a bright moon in the sky, impossible to look at directly with the naked eye.

"Sizzle!"

The surging Sword Qi shot up to the sky, tearing through the murderous intent sweeping in.

"Everyone, attack quickly!"

Lin Xuanzi couldn't afford to be shocked and waved his sleeve, unleashing a black fiery rage, surging like a dragon or a flood. Ye Yuxin, Monk Jiuru, and others immediately activated their martial skills, fiercely attacking Ye Qingchen.

Their attacking momentum was far greater than before, almost overwhelming.

Behold.

Facing the combined assault of five people once more, Ye Qingchen grasped his hand.

With a sword in hand, I command the world!

Just watch.

In his hand, the Netherworld Sword spun into an impenetrable sword wheel, forcefully scattering the overwhelming attack. Simultaneously, he suddenly took a step.

This step was like the sky collapsing. The ground beneath his foot suddenly caved in, revealing a dent three to four zhang long, exactly the imprint of his foot.

"Sizzle!"

And in this step, Ye Qingchen moved with the sword, transforming into a sword light, charging directly at Ye Yuxin.

The distance of hundreds of zhang was covered in half a blink of an eye. Before anyone could react, he was already in front of Ye Yuxin.

"Not good!"

Ye Yuxin's expression changed drastically, feeling an extreme sense of dread. She clasped her hands, unleashing a surging cold ice True Qi that transformed into threads, condensing into a cocoon in an attempt to block Ye Qingchen's strike.

Even.

Under the release of the Ice Sword Qi, the surrounding void became sluggish.

"It's the Cold Light Shield!"

Monk Jiuru immediately recognized this move.

The Cold Light Shield was Ye Yuxin's ultimate defensive technique, constructed with cold ice True Qi, and once formed, its hardness could even rival his Vajra Body.

But this was Ye Qingchen's most powerful sword.

How could Ye Yuxin possibly block it?

"Sizzle!"

A tearing sound was heard.

Behold.

The Cold Light Shield could not withstand the sword and was pierced through without any hindrance. Immediately, Ye Yuxin's panicked expression froze, a sword mark appearing between her brows.

This sword mark was only half an inch long, yet it resembled a scarlet seal.

Under the incredulous gaze of the crowd, she plummeted from mid-air, dead before hitting the ground.

But!

This was merely the beginning.

"Kill!"

Witnessing this, Monk Jiuru's eyes turned blood red as he activated a secret technique, burning his essence blood.

His Vajra Buddha Body was enveloped in a layer of blood light, appearing like an extremely wicked Buddha, charging straight at Ye Qingchen. Lin Xuanzi, Lei Xingkong, and Chu Xianliu also quickly snapped out of their shock and charged fiercely.

Boom!

Monk Jiuru roared, his fists and feet came down like pillars. This was pure physical power; every punch and kick trembled the void, wielding immense force.

A Profound Core Ninth Heaven practitioner hit by him would instantly drop dead.

"Good, today let me experience your Great Vajra Divine Power!"

Ye Qingchen laughed heartily.

"Go!"

He raised his hand.

The surging sword momentum infused the Netherworld Sword, blocking the approach of Lin Xuanzi and the others. Meanwhile, he shifted his gaze and confronted Monk Jiuru.

Great Vajra Divine Power VS Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In an instant.

The two had already exchanged hundreds of blows in mid-air, with each punch and kick from Ye Qingchen pushing Monk Jiuru back repeatedly. Each retreating step left an explosive Qi Force in the void. This was because he couldn't withstand Ye Qingchen's power and had no choice but to disperse the force underfoot.

"Vajra's Angry Gaze!"

Monk Jiuru suddenly let out a thunderous roar, his body radiating brilliant light, and in the five-colored Buddha light, an Arhat figure appeared out of thin air. As this mighty Buddha statue appeared, the previously weakened aura of Monk Jiuru suddenly surged up once more.

Like the Buddha reincarnated!

"Boom!"

When this aura reached its peak, he unleashed a powerful palm strike.

He was confident.

No matter how strong Ye Qingchen was, he would have to avoid this strike. As long as he could hold on for a little longer, Lin Xuanzi, Lei Xingkong, and Chu Xianliu would break through the Netherworld Sword. Then, joining forces, they could take down Ye Qingchen.

However.

To his astonishment, Ye Qingchen didn't evade or dodge. He took the palm strike to his chest, merely swaying, his face flushed, then instantly recovered.

"How is this possible?"

Monk Jiuru's eyes nearly popped out.

However.

He had not yet reacted when he heard Ye Qingchen chuckle softly and say, "I took your strike, now you take mine!"

As his voice fell.

Ye Qingchen's punch was already slowly pushed forward, gently patting on his own chest. This palm was extremely gentle, almost imperceptibly weak, yet it shook Monk Jiuru to his core.

Crack!

Suddenly, his chest caved in, and a matching palm print was revealed at the position behind him.

In the next instant.

The golden light around him faded quietly.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Jiuru clasped his hands together, the light in his eyes extinguished completely, finally returning to silence.

Ye Qingchen's palm not only shattered his Great Vajra Divine Power but also crushed all the bones in his body and shattered all his meridians.

"Bang!"

And only until this moment.

Lin Xuanzi and the other two had just broken through Ye Qingchen's Netherworld Sword. Looking at the fallen Monk Jiuru, the faces of the three had turned extremely unsightly, no longer holding their previous arrogance, with only deep fear in their eyes!

"Ye Qingchen, how about we stop fighting and make peace? As the Great Elder of Chongxiao Hall, I have the authority to persuade Spirit Coffin Sect to cease..." Lin Xuanzi said with a grim look.

All five of us exhausted our thoughts and could not defeat him; instead, in the blink of an eye, Ye Qingchen killed two of us. If this continues, I fear none of us will walk out of Yun Ding City alive!

However.

Ye Qingchen sneered coldly, "It's too late to beg for mercy now! I said I would use your blood as the capital to flatten Spirit Coffin Sect!"

With that, he waved his hand.

The Netherworld Sword swiftly flew back, hovering in front of him.

Lin Xuanzi's eyes showed a hint of despair; earlier, the combined force of five could not suppress Ye Qingchen, now only three were left, how could they possibly withstand him?

"Enough, let's just fight to the death!"

Chu Xianliu sighed longingly, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the wooden sword.

The wooden sword burst with light.

Sword Qi soared into the sky, a hundred feet long. In contrast, Chu Xianliu's aura rapidly weakened at this moment, his features instantly aged threefold.

"Battle!"

Lei Xingkong coldly shouted.

The blade light surged like raging waves, similarly activating secret techniques, and his blade light was stained with a hint of black, proving stronger than Chu Xianliu's.

And Lin Xuanzi's expression was solemn, his aura rising in an instant, surging into a realm of profound mystery, infinitely approximating the Celestial Saint Realm.

The aura from the trio's joint effort was even more grandiose than the previous five.

"Humph!"

"I want to see how long you can hold on!"

Ye Qingchen gripped the Netherworld Sword, suddenly killing through the air.

Boom!

In an instant.

The trio clashed again.

It must be said.

These three Half-Step Celestial Saints were fighting with all their might. For a moment, blade light, sword Qi, and black flames flew throughout the sky, sweeping toward Ye Qingchen in a crushing manner. But Ye Qingchen was fearless.

He pointed his long sword, piercing through Chu Xianliu's sword light, then turned back to slash open Lei Xingkong's blade Qi, and then raised his hand to meet Lin Xuanzi's black flame giant palm.

At this moment.

"No, I really can't stop him anymore!"

Chu Xianliu appeared hundreds of feet away, his face pale, his already gray-white hair completely withered. Forcefully mobilizing essence blood, continuously bursting, was too consuming for him.

"Hold on a little longer!"

Lin Xuanzi gritted his teeth, once again reversed his meridians, stimulated True Qi, and summoned several black flame giant dragons. These dozens of dragons churned mid-air, crossing paths as his sleeves waved, forming a scene of dragons vying.

And at the center of this dragon combat was Ye Qingchen!

"Courting death!"

Facing these overturning and raging black flame dragons, Ye Qingchen's gaze grew cold.

"Zheng!"

He spread his long sword, galaxy power converging, bringing forth a brilliant silver glow. Amidst this sound of the Vast Sword's hum, Ye Qingchen directly rushed headlong into the vast swarming dragons.

Compared to the sweeping black flame dragons, this sword was almost like dust, but once it entered the black flame dragons, it passed through like slicing tofu, without any hindrance.

"Puchi!"

A tearing sound could be heard.

Lin Xuanzi was split in half in mid-air.

Amidst the splattering of blood, Lin Xuanzi crashed to the ground.

"How dare you, brat!"

Upon witnessing this scene.

Lei Xingkong uttered a mad laugh, swirling blade light, bringing forth thirty-six enormous, unmatched blade Qi. Each one was a hundred and eight feet long, enough to cover the sky.

However.

Ye Qingchen merely raised his hand for a slash.

A sword light sweeping across heaven and earth, directly shredding that sky-full blade Qi and Lei Xingkong himself, letting Lei Xingkong's blood sprinkle the sky!

Afterward.

He then withdrew his right hand, turning to look at Chu Xianliu.

Confronted with Ye Qingchen's gaze, Chu Xianliu's body froze, holding sword light in hand, unsure of what to do, feeling like it was a hot potato.

"Young Master Ye, as long as you're willing to spare me, everything is negotiable..."

Chu Xianliu spoke with a stiff upper lip.

"No negotiation!"

Ye Qingchen directly raised his hand for a slap.

Dong!

A terrifying massive force descended violently.

Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, Chu Xianliu's entire body was directly blasted into powder by this palm. Even the ground beneath exploded open, revealing a massive palm print.

The five Half-Step Celestial Saints from Spirit Coffin Sect, wielding the might of heaven and earth, encircled Ye Qingchen fiercely.

Now.

They were completely annihilated!

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