Silence!

In the mountain valley, the rustling wind blew, and all was deathly still.

Only Ye Qingchen's footsteps could be heard.

"Ye Qingchen..."

Ci Hen, a disciple of the Celestial God Sect, was barely holding on. Before this, he had never imagined it would end this way.

He was forced to a dead end by a young man of the Celestial Saint Third Layer.

"If you're willing to spare me, I'll leave here immediately and swear never to set foot in the Eastern Domain again in this lifetime!"

Ci Hen raised his head, eyes filled with resentment and malice, but at this moment, he could only bow in submission. Ye Qingchen's strength had far exceeded his imagination; even if given another chance, he might not be able to win.

'If I survive this ordeal, I will tear you to pieces!'

Ci Hen lowered his eyes, a sinister smile creeping at the corner of his mouth.

The Celestial God Sect had come with one hundred and sixty-two people, many stronger than him, including the Thunder Department Master, Lei Ming. Without them, how could they have hoped to sweep through the Eastern Domain?

'Ye Qingchen, then you'll face endless pursuit from our Celestial God Sect! Let's see how you die!'

However.

Just as Ci Hen was planning in his mind, Ye Qingchen's faint laughter reached his ears:

"Do you think you can just leave like that?"

"What do you mean?"

Ci Hen was taken aback.

"Your Celestial God Sect has run rampant in the Eastern Domain, slaughtering countless innocents. Do you think you can just walk away now?" Ye Qingchen's face bore a mocking smile as he raised a hand, reaching for Ci Hen.

"Ye Qingchen!"

Ci Hen let out an enraged roar.

He clapped his hands together suddenly, using all his techniques. A series of 'boom, boom, boom' sounds erupted, and black light shields appeared before him in rapid succession.

But.

Ye Qingchen paid no heed, pressing his palm downward.

Amidst crackling bursts, those black shields exploded on the spot, unable to withstand Ye Qingchen's strike. Just as that strike was about to hit Ci Hen...

"Whoosh!"

A black aura suddenly burst from Ci Hen's chest.

This black aura shot upward like a wolf's smoke, blocking Ye Qingchen's strike by sheer force. At the same time, a towering figure appeared within the aura.

This figure was massive, surrounded by endless lightning, with its face obscured by a black robe, leaving only a pair of fierce, wolf-like eyes visible.

At this moment.

Those eyes were staring straight at Ye Qingchen.

A furious shout followed:

"Who dares to kill a member of the Celestial God Sect?"

"Master!"

Ci Hen was overjoyed upon seeing this figure.

However.

Before this smile could take over, it froze completely.

Ye Qingchen shouted lightly:

"Slash!"

Void Sword!

As he raised his right hand, a dazzling sword light emerged as if from the void, slashing down fiercely. It cut through the figure like a knife through butter, splitting it in half and then continuing unabated, slicing through Ci Hen.

"No!"

Ci Hen let out a shrill scream, attempting to retreat rapidly.

But no matter how fast he was, how could he match the speed of Ye Qingchen's sword? The sword light descended with chilling finality, cleaving him from head to toe in front of everyone's disbelieving eyes, splitting him in two on the spot.

"How can this be?"

Ci Hen's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe even in death that Ye Qingchen dared to kill him in front of the Hall Master.

This scene made everyone in the valley tremble with fear.

Including the previously slain Ci Yuan.

With Ci Hen, the number of Celestial God Sect members fallen at Ye Qingchen's hands had reached eleven. Especially as Ye Qingchen's gaze swept over them, everyone shuddered, crying out in terror:

"Spare us, Young Master Ye!"

"Young Master Ye, we're willing to abandon the darkness for the light!"

"Young Master Ye, we were forced by the Celestial God Sect, we had no choice..."

People from the Celestial Dragon Sect, the Red Flame Sect, and others fell to their knees, begging for mercy.

Those who had shifted with the winds had unknown numbers die by their hands, yet Ye Qingchen's heart was as cold as ice, and he had already decided to kill them; how could he show mercy?

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Ye Qingchen waved his hand.

"Zheng!"

In that instant, boundless gusts of wind took shape, transforming into tens of thousands of flying swords, rushing out into the sky. The entire valley became filled with an ominous sword aura.

Though some attempted to flee, or, seeing no way out, desperately charged at Ye Qingchen in hopes of carving out a path to survival.

But.

If even the Celestial God Sect couldn't withstand Ye Qingchen's techniques, how could these people stand a chance?

In just the blink of an eye.

The entire valley ran with rivers of blood, corpses strewn over thousands of miles.

Even heaven and earth seemed to change color from the carnage.

Until the last person fell, Ye Qingchen slowly withdrew his right hand, casting a cold gaze into the void:

"Celestial God Sect!"

"You dare to tread upon our Eastern Domain, this time I vow you shall return in vain!"

...

Taixu Continent, Mingwang Sect!

The Mingwang Sect.

Renowned as the foremost sect on the Taixu Continent, it was also regarded as one of the top sects in the entire Eastern Domain.

Yet at this moment, within the Mingwang Sect, rivers of blood flowed, bodies lay everywhere.

"You demons..."

The Sect Leader of the Mingwang Sect was utterly terrified.

This group was overwhelmingly strong.

Even the Mingwang Sect's eight-hundred-year heritage could not withstand their sweeping destruction. Even when three Supreme Elders burned their lifeforces to resist, they were utterly slain, their forms and spirits extinguished.

"Boom!"

Before his words fell, a monk with a black robed face covered in markings like fiery patterns, reached out with a left hand like an iron claw, clutching the Mingwang Sect Leader's throat. Even with the strength of a Celestial Saint Eighth Layer, he was as helpless as a chicken in the monk's grasp.

"We are not demons, we are Celestials!" the fiery-marked monk sneered, "Since you refuse to tell us where the secret realm is, then die!"

Bang!

As he finished speaking, the fiery-marked monk twisted his wrist.

With a 'crack', the Mingwang Sect Leader's life was instantly snuffed out, his body collapsing like rotten mud to the ground.

"Hall Master, it seems the Mingwang Sect truly doesn't know where the secret realm is, otherwise they would have told us..." the fiery-marked monk clicked his tongue, looking back.

Where his gaze fell, stood a lean monk, clad in a black robe, concealing his visage. Yet he was surrounded by rampant wild thunder, lightning danced like dragons before him.

This monk was none other than the Thunder Department Master of the Celestial God Sect: Lei Ming!

Lei Ming frowned slightly.

On their journey.

They had already discovered the treasure documented in ancient texts, and had learned that the treasure lay hidden in a secret realm within the Ten Thousand Great Mountains. But how immense the Ten Thousand Great Mountains were, and how difficult it was to search for a secret realm within them?

Just as Lei Ming was about to speak, his body trembled suddenly, then a surge of anger rose in his heart, and the wild thunder roared around him, lightning surging to the heavens.

"Ye Qingchen!"

"You dare kill members of my Celestial God Sect?"

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