Swish!
At that moment, all eyes turned simultaneously toward the source of the voice.
They saw a handsome young man standing there with a cold expression while Su Muzhe beside him looked as cold as ice.
The speaker was none other than Ye Qingchen!
"Are you crazy?"
At this moment, those who were previously spectating indifferently around suddenly looked at Ye Qingchen as if he were a madman. This young man was unbelievably bold, daring to interfere with the affairs of the Celestial God Sect?
Given the Celestial God Sectâs ruthless style of killing without a blink, one might get implicated merely by provoking them.
"Hmm?"
Indeed.
Shan Kunâs eyes sharpened, looking coldly. Under his killing gaze, the gathered audience felt a chill throughout their bodies, as if falling into an icehouse. Without hesitation, they scrambled away.
Almost instantly, the people centered around Ye Qingchen scattered completely, forming a vacuum.
"Who are you to meddle in our Celestial God Sectâs business?"
The opponent squinted.
His anger surged; first, Old Ghost Wu dared to defy his orders, and now some punk was interfering.
"Me?" Ye Qingchen tilted his head, thought for a moment, "Iâm someone your Celestial God Sect cannot afford to provoke!"
Boom!
The moment he finished speaking, a silence fell.
The crowd almost couldnât believe their eyes as they stared wide-eyed at Shan Kun.
Shan Kun hesitated momentarily, then laughed angrily, "Good, good, good... Someone we cannot provoke in the Celestial God Sect? Just for this statement, Iâll make sure youâre crushed to dust today!"
As he spoke, several other disciples of the Celestial God Sect closed in.
"Alas, this boy doesnât understand! Can someone as small as you contend with the Celestial God Sect?"
"Itâs too late to beg for mercy now!"
"Yes, heâs not only unlucky but also implicates his family!"
Seeing this scene.
The surrounding crowd all shook their heads and sighed.
Shan Kun watched this with pride.
For a colossus like the Celestial God Sect from the Eastern Domain, its prestige and solemnity are beyond imagination. Though not emperors, they can decide your life and death with a word!
Even the former Elder Wu, protecting his granddaughter, shouted at Ye Qingchen, "Young man, run quickly. The Celestial God Sect is not someone you can provoke!"
Sadly.
It was already too late.
Before he could finish speaking, several disciples of the Celestial God Sect roared furiously and charged toward Ye Qingchen. These individuals possessed Celestial Saint Cultivation; although not as dominant as Shan Kun earlier, their assault was equally fierce.
If caught in the charge, he might indeed be pulverized on the spot.
The onlookers watching the Celestial God Sectâs ferocity turned pale and dispersed, fearing to be caught in it.
"Move aside!"
The girl from earlier shouted out involuntarily.
However.
Before she finished.
Ye Qingchen snorted coldly and waved his sleeve.
"Boom!"
A powerful explosion echoed abruptly.
The void trembled suddenly, and an invisible colossal force erupted without warning. This terrifying power resembled a god waving a hand, sweeping out instantly.
The ground in front exploded immediately, followed by rocks and trees turned to dust. The invisible force extended over Xiliang City, making the whole city tremble under its power.
In front of this terrifying force, the charging Celestial God Sect disciples were pulverized instantly, leaving no trace.
"Is it real?"
Witnessing this.
The crowd nearly couldnât believe their eyes, shocked as they looked at the seemingly harmless young man.
"So itâs this martial artist!" Shan Kun was momentarily stunned but quickly flashed a fierce look: "So what if youâre strong? This is our Celestial God Sectâs territory, you canât run amok!"
His voice fell.
Xiliang City stirred from the previous strike, like a sleeping beast abruptly awakened.
Then.
Numerous figures soared rapidly into the sky.
At the same time.
"Who dares to cause trouble in Xiliang City?"
A thunderous shout spread, shaking Xiliang City, sweeping in a wild storm.
As this roar echoed.
A tremendous and terrifying presence erupted suddenly from Xiliang City. This presence was immense; just one person surpassed the entirety of Xiliang Cityâs people combined.
"The Three Guardians!" Feeling this presence, Shan Kun exclaimed excitedly. His smile grew fiercer, glaring at Ye Qingchen: "Youâve alarmed the Three Guardians! Now, thereâs no hope for you, not even through Yellow Springs and Jade Fall!"
In his voice.
The shadows rising from the city converged into a black tide sweeping across. No matter how strong you are, can you face so many people?
"Heavens!"
Seeing this.
People outside the city lost all color, collapsing in fear, scrambling away as far as possible, regretting they didnât have more legs.
Amidst the crowdâs pale faces, Shan Kunâs gleeful expression, and the Wu Familyâs despairing eyes, Ye Qingchen raised his brow, smirking slightly: "Is that so?"
Before anyone reacted, Ye Qingchen suddenly raised his right hand and pressed downward fiercely.
"Boom!"
A hidden thunder echoed in the void.
Everyone looked up.
Then they witnessed an unforgettable scene.
A gigantic Cloud Palm formed above the Celestial God Sect members. This Cloud Palm was over a thousand feet wide, covering the sky.
As it formed, it suddenly pressed downward without warning, crushing those beneath it, sweeping hundreds of meters in an instant, slamming violently to the ground!
"Boom!"
With a thunderous noise.
Amid the pervasive dust, the entire ground trembled. Even the city walls outside Xiliang City spanning several miles collapsed, a violent tremor spreading, turning the ground into a turbulent sea.
"This..."
Eyes widened.
They saw.
The dust slowly cleared, revealing the scene. The earth had entirely caved in, forming a massive crater resembling a handprint, countless cracks extending from it.
The once mighty Celestial God Sect members were annihilated under this palm, leaving no one behind...
"Hiss!"
Gasps echoed around.
All eyes turned to Ye Qingchen in shocking realization.
"This..."
Seeing this scene.
Shan Kunâs expression dramatically changed, but before he could speak, Ye Qingchen stepped forward, shouting deeply:
"Ye Qingchen of the Eastern Domain, here to pay respects!"
His voice boomed like thunder, sweeping violent winds surging around, scattering the clouds shrouding West Cold Mountain, stirring the dust.
In his roaring voice.
A deathly silence spread.