Hiss—Hiss—Hiss!

As the words fell.

In the valley, the people from the Spiritual Flood Dragon Sect and Celestial Dragon Sect all turned pale with shock.

They originally thought that with eight Celestial Saints plus Ci Yuan, they could easily stop Ye Qingchen and possibly even kill him. But to their surprise, Ye Qingchen, under Ci Yuan's command, killed eight Celestial Saints one by one, just like that!

"Ye Qingchen!"

Ci Yuan's eyes were aflame, his gaze flickering with a relentless hatred.

Since arriving in the Eastern Domain, he had been invincible, forcing the entire Tongxuan Continent to bow their heads. But now, he was repeatedly thwarted by Ye Qingchen. How could he tolerate this?

"I didn't expect such a genius to emerge in the Eastern Domain; I indeed underestimated you!"

"However, a dead genius isn't worthy of being called a genius!" Ci Yuan slowly raised his head, angrily saying, "If you surrender now, I can at least leave you a whole corpse!"

"Hahaha, just by you?" Ye Qingchen's eyes sharpened.

Without warning, an imposing aura surged from his body, lifting his long hair and causing his clothes to rustle. A vast killing intent silently spread out at that moment.

"Reckless!"

Seeing Ye Qingchen's actions, Ci Yuan's pupils contracted.

"Chah!"

He waved his right hand, suddenly tossing out the Buddhist Bead Bracelet. With a 'boom' sound, the bracelet exploded.

As he formed a seal with his right hand, the thirty-two beads in the bracelet suddenly expanded, each turning the size of a water tank, emanating terrifying killing intent as they hurtled toward Ye Qingchen with astonishing speed!

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

Each bead was shrouded in black mist, carrying a terrifying light trail. In an instant, the thirty-two beads sliced through the void with a piercing whistle, compressing the air so much it exploded.

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingchen coldly snorted and suddenly clenched his right hand.

Cloud Sword!

BOOM!

This sword strike seemed to tilt heaven and earth, with the sun and moon hanging upside down. A sword seemed to emerge from the clouds, like the Supreme Divine Sword wielded by the Ancient Great Gods, sweeping across.

When Ye Qingchen first executed this sword technique, he had just comprehended it and was facing Ling Xiaozi of the Celestial Saint Realm Third Layer. Now, he had mastered the Sword Dao to perfection, with his cultivation much more advanced than before, facing Ci Yuan of the Celestial Saint Fourth Layer.

"Sizzle!"

As the sword slashed down, the thirty-two beads hurtling in the air shattered explosively, forcibly obliterated.

In the valley, whether it was the dense forest or the stones, everything was cleft in twain, the cuts smooth as mirrors. Where the sword's edge passed, it stirred up a vast white wave, a magnificent phenomenon caused by the sword splitting the air.

Where it passed, nothing remained uncut!

"Ah!"

In midair.

Ci Yuan gave a terrible scream and plummeted downward.

Everyone quickly looked, stunned to their cores.

They saw.

Ci Yuan's black monk robe was torn asunder, revealing a bone-deep wound. If he had been any slower, he would have been sliced in half by that sword!

"How is this kid so strong? He's only at Profound Pill Ninth Layer!"

Ci Yuan was shocked.

But at this moment.

He could not think further because Ye Qingchen had already rushed to him.

"Amitabha!"

Ci Yuan's eyes sharpened, chanting the Buddha's name, his body swelled by three parts in an instant, his once thin frame filling the wide monk's robe, revealing well-defined muscles.

He swung his hands, bringing forth a flash of lightning and black mist, like the Yellow Turban Warriors swinging a thousand-pound hammer, crashing down at Ye Qingchen.

And in that instant.

The rolling black mist behind Ci Yuan formed an Asura Aspect with three heads and six arms, sharp-clawed with a menacing face!

"Asura Aspect!"

One of Celestial God Sect's supreme arts.

A Body Refining Technique!

Once mastered, it grants Asura Power, with the strength to move mountains and overturn seas. It surpasses even the Great Vajra Divine Power learned by Monk Jiuru. Back then, Mo Luo Celestial Saint swept across the Eastern Domain using this Asura Aspect.

In Ci Yuan's view.

Once he unleashed the Asura Aspect, he would become invincible.

However.

He did not expect Ye Qingchen to simply raise a fist.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided.

They split upon contact.

"Such powerful strength! How could he possibly overcome my Asura Aspect?"

Ci Yuan's heart was full of shock, his hands slightly trembling from the thousand-pound force of Ye Qingchen's punch.

What he didn't know.

Ye Qingchen was cultivating the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique. Back then, Spiritual Splendor Celestial Saint dominated the Eastern Domain with just this incomplete scroll, suppressing even Mo Luo Celestial Saint.

"I just don't believe it!"

Ci Yuan gritted his teeth, his body swelling by another three parts, stepping forward into the void, attacking Ye Qingchen with the Asura Aspect.

"Bring it on!"

Ye Qingchen also activated the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique to its utmost, rushing at Ci Yuan.

"Sizzle!"

Viewed from afar.

The two seemed like two heaven-shocking bolts of lightning, rapidly traversing the void, then colliding fiercely.

"Boom!"

The fierce collision made the entire valley tremble violently, with a boundless shockwave surging like tumultuous waves, sweeping toward the surroundings.

Feeling the sweep of the shockwave, everyone in the valley turned pale and retreated desperately.

"Whoosh!"

In the shockwave.

A tattered figure swiftly shot out like an arrow, spewing blood as it flew backward, crashing to the ground and making the valley tremble.

"Ye Qingchen!"

Ci Yuan's gaze turned cold as he got up angrily.

"It seems you're still not convinced!"

"In that case, I will beat you until you are!"

As the words fell.

Ye Qingchen already took a fierce step forward, swinging a punch. As the punch was thrown, he was still where he stood, yet when it landed, he appeared right in front of Ci Yuan like teleportation.

Ci Yuan's pupils contracted as he raised his arms to block, forcibly taking Ye Qingchen's punch again.

"Boom!"

Ci Yuan's body trembled, spewing blood as he staggered backward.

"Again!"

Ye Qingchen shouted sternly again.

Like rolling thunder, another explosion resounded.

With each punch.

Ci Yuan couldn't help but spit blood, uncontrollably retreating backward.

In just nine punches, he was forced from the front of the valley to its center. His monk robe was torn apart, his body reverting to its original state, covered in blood, his aura weakened to the extreme.

"Ye Qingchen, do you really dare to kill me? Are you not afraid of an unending enmity with our Celestial God Sect?"

Ci Yuan trembled, shouting with a mix of anger and fear.

His response was Ye Qingchen clutching the air and raising his hand for a sword strike!

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