"This is the true power of the Reversed Eight Banners Formation!"

At the edge of the square, Pu Liang lifted his head and glanced at Yan Hu, "Mr. Jiang, what do you think?"

"It's nothing impressive, elder. Haven't you noticed that Young Master has been standing there unmoving? You don't really think Young Master is scared, do you?" Yan Hu replied with a faint smile.

Pu Liang's gaze sharpened, and he turned his head to look towards the center of the square, furrowing his brow slightly.

He saw no fear on Jiang Chen's face; instead, he saw... disappointment?!

Indeed, Jiang Chen felt some disappointment. Sensing the fluctuations in the momentum of Leng Ming and others, examining their positions and movements, Jiang Chen shook his head again.

Such a good Yin Yang Eight Trigrams Array had been so poorly executed by these guys!

With a soft sigh, Jiang Chen actually became somewhat disinterested.

"Jiang Chen, kneel immediately, or today will be the day you die!" a haughty shout came from the sky.

"Hurry up and kneel!"

"Kneel down and apologize with your head bowed!"

"If you don't want to die, kneel down now!"

All fifteen people, including Leng Feng, were shouting out loud.

Jiang Chen looked indifferently at Leng Ming and calmly said, "Are you not embarrassed to use such a shoddy formation? Do you not feel ashamed? If you want me to kneel, first you all should lie down!"

Hum!

A faint golden light burst forth from Jiang Chen, as a majestic and domineering aura emerged once again.

"Attack!" Leng Ming's face changed, and he shouted loudly.

Hum hum hum!

Whoosh whoosh!

Leng Ming and the sixteen others all raised their palms towards Jiang Chen, the violent Qi Force stirring up whirlwinds, kicking up dust on the square. The members of the Huangluo Clan around the square were forced to retreat several steps by the oppressive momentum.

"Dragon-Tyrant Technique First Form, Dragon Soars the Wilds!"

A thunderous shout erupted from the center of the violent Qi Force.

Whoosh!

A beam of golden radiance descended from the sky, landing directly above Jiang Chen's head.

Jiang Chen drew two semicircles with his hands, guiding the golden radiance to his chest, and then he thrust his palms forward powerfully.

"Ao!"

A piercing dragon roar sounded, and a Golden Divine Dragon burst out from between Jiang Chen's palms, swiftly circling around him before its tail brutally whipped towards Leng Ming and the others.

Bam bam bam!

The nearly simultaneous thuds resounded, and Leng Ming and the others were sent flying backward.

Thump! Thump!

Puh puh puh!

Like maidens scattering blossoms, the sixteen of them crashed heavily onto the ground, forming a circle around Jiang Chen. Their inner Qi roiled, and each coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood!

"How is this possible?!"

"Leng Ming and the others... were instantly defeated?!"

"How can this be?! What level of strength does that kid have?!"

"Could he be that strong? Is he a Semi Venerable Venerable Realm? No, could he be a Venerable Realm expert?!"

Sudden exclamations of shock rang out across the square.

"So this is the Reversed Eight Banners Formation you are so proud of?" Jiang Chen looked contemptuously at Leng Ming before turning and walking towards Yan Hu and the others.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Leng Ming's face twisted with sinister hate as he looked at Jiang Chen's retreating figure, bitterly cursing under his breath.

Suddenly, a cold killing intent emerged in Leng Ming's eyes, and he bellowed, "I'll kill you!"

Whoosh!

Leng Ming slapped the ground with one hand, his figure darted like a flash, heading straight for Jiang Chen from behind.

The Supreme Long Huang and others frowned slightly, and a cold gleam flashed in Yan Hu's eyes as he stared intently at Leng Ming charging towards Jiang Chen.

Cha Long's expression changed as he prepared to intervene and stop Leng Ming.

Slap!

Feeling a sudden weight on his shoulder, Cha Long turned in surprise to Pu Liang.

Pu Liang glanced at Jiang Chen, shook his head at Cha Long, and wanted to see what Jiang Chen would do.

At this moment, as Jiang Chen just approached Yan Hu and his companions, he sensed the Qi Force coming from behind, furrowed his brow, and without turning his head, reached back with one hand.

Slap!

Leng Ming was immediately seized by Jiang Chen.

Then, Jiang Chen raised his hand and effortlessly hoisted Leng Ming into the air just like pinching a chick.

"Holy shit! Another instant kill?!"

"Is that guy really that strong?"

"Did any of you feel the fluctuation of Qi Force? Did Jiang Chen circulate his Inner Qi?"

"I didn't feel anything, what's going on?!"

The plaza was once again filled with exclamations of shock as everyone incredulously watched Jiang Chen.

Leng'ao in the crowd had his gaze sharply change, a hint of panic flitting across his countenance as he looked left and right, and upon noticing his father Li Juncheng, he slowly started to move closer.

Pu Liang and Cha Long's looks dramatically sharpened!

They had only felt a very faint, almost imperceptible Qi Force fluctuation from Jiang Chen's move, and it sent shivers down their spines.

This level of control over Inner Qi... how is this possible? How old is this kid? How has he been cultivating?

The eyes of both individuals were filled with shock and disbelief as they looked at Jiang Chen.

"Eh... Bastard! Let me go!"

Right now, with Jiang Chen holding him by the neck and suspended in the air, Leng Ming tried to circulate his Cultivation Technique to break free, yet found that he couldn't circulate his Inner Qi at all and could only spit out words of angry humiliation.

"Today, I'll give the Huangluo Clan some face. Listen well, if you dare to harbor killing intent against me again, I will slay you!"

Buzz!

Jiang Chen spoke with a cold voice, his body bursting with a chilly killing intent, and a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes.

Pu Liang and the rest shivered inwardly, clearly feeling Jiang Chen's resolve to kill and firmly believing that if Leng Ming dared to do so again, Jiang Chen would indeed have the courage to kill him!

Feeling Jiang Chen's killing intent, Leng Ming shivered violently and felt as though he had been dropped into an ice cellar, his entire body stiffening and his fingers unable to move!

"Mr Jiang, please put him down," urged Pu Liang, his gaze shifting subtly as he spoke with authority.

Jiang Chen holding Leng Ming by his neck, on display like this, was causing Pu Liang quite a loss of face, especially since Leng Ming was the direct grandson and heir of their Family Head!

"Is that... the Third Venerable Ancestor?!"

"The Third Venerable Ancestor is here!"

"Greetings to the Third Venerable Ancestor!"

"Greetings to Grandfather Ancestor!"

It was only then that the crowd noticed Pu Liang, and they all greeted him with a bow.

Jiang Chen turned and looked indifferently at Pu Liang, silent, still holding Leng Ming aloft.

Pu Liang's expression changed slightly, his gaze growing colder.

"Cough! Young Jiang, let go of him."

Supreme Long Huang coughed and stepped to the side, subtly distancing Jiang Chen from Pu Liang.

Pu Liang's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at Supreme Long Huang, the coldness in his eyes slowly dissipating.

After a glance at Supreme Long Huang, Jiang Chen nodded slightly and let go of Leng Ming's neck just like that.

Leng Ming's body naturally fell, but he was still stiff, plummeting towards the ground.

Cha Long's expression changed, and he quickly reached out to catch Leng Ming.

"You, you..." Leng Ming glared at Jiang Chen through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with raging anger.

"Brat from the Huangluo family, better hold your tongue. With me here, no one can touch Young Jiang!" Supreme Long Huang spoke with a deep voice.

"And who are you?" Leng Ming turned and stared icily at Supreme Long Huang.

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