Nine Revolutions Star Technique

He still had strength in reserve?

Hearing these words, the people in the arena who had been feeling triumphant suddenly froze.

Then.

They saw Ye Qingchen’s aura abruptly change—at that instant, it surged up again in an even more exalted, terrifying fashion, climbing step by step as if without end, and in the blink of an eye it rose to yet another level!

In a single breath, he was already standing above everyone present.

Boom!

As his aura climbed.

They saw Ye Qingchen take a single step forward, and it was as if he tore through the void itself—he reappeared in front of Wang Zhenhai with brutal suddenness and slowly sent out a palm strike!

A flash of anger appeared in Wang Zhenhai’s eyes.

One must know.

Having reached his Realm, he had long since seen through all notions of honor and disgrace. But earlier, when he lost to Ye Qingchen’s punch and was sent flying in front of everyone, he had already taken it as the shame of his life! Now Ye Qingchen was actually choosing to attack him again, clearly treating him as the weakest, the softest persimmon to be squeezed!

”Roar!”

He let out a furious bellow.

Wang Zhenhai lunged forward with a sudden step; his Qi Blood boiled to the extreme like rolling thunder. His already thick, old-tree-root-like muscles swelled another size; his whole body’s muscles were like molten iron cast into shape, practically forming a human-shaped iron tower!

At the same time, he brought his hands together, gathering his strength into a single point, and pounced like an enraged bear, trying to pin down Ye Qingchen!

”Wang Zhenhai is no longer holding back!”

Seeing this, Ye Bozhong’s eyes flashed. This was a Cultivation Technique of the Giant Spirit Sect: in the instant when Qi Blood is burned, in a short period of time both strength and defense shoot up severalfold; its ferocity can stop savage beasts.

”Once Grandpa gets hold of you, we’ll see how you die!”

Wang Zhenhai was full of hatred, feeling utterly belittled. As long as he restrained Ye Qingchen and stalled him for a moment, the rest could swarm up!

But.

They were underestimating Ye Qingchen far too much!

Under the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique, Ye Qingchen’s fleshly body had long surpassed their imaginations!

They saw that palm of Ye Qingchen’s land lightly on Wang Zhenhai’s chest; the strike seemed like playful tussling between lovers, as if it held no strength at all.

Yet when it landed on Wang Zhenhai’s body, his frame shuddered violently; his chest directly caved in, and on his back an exquisite palm print appeared out of thin air. His entire body erupted with crackling pops and snaps.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, he spewed out a cloud of blood mist, his whole figure shooting out like an arrow loosed from the string, crashing into the ground with a thunderous boom, and no longer showing the slightest sign of life!

This Sect Leader of the Giant Spirit Sect, possibly the strongest Body Refining Powerhouse among the Thirty-Six Sects, was all but annihilated by a single palm from Ye Qingchen.

”How is this possible?”

In that moment.

Heaven and earth suddenly fell into a dreadful silence.

”Is this for real?”

The members of the Cyan Flame Sect, who had been smugly certain that Ye Qingchen was doomed, all stared wide-eyed, tongue-tied. They could hardly believe their own eyes—a Celestial Immortal, one of the Thirty-Six Sect Leaders, had just been exterminated by a single palm from Ye Qingchen?

Did this not mean that, for the thirty-four Celestials present, he only needed thirty-four moves to finish it?

Yi Tianli, Ye Bozhong, Master Xingyue and the others all narrowed their eyes, a trace of horror flashing within. They were all well aware of just how strong Wang Zhenhai was.

Especially since he had activated a Secret Technique; even savage beasts of the same Realm meeting him would have to shy away. Yet now he could not withstand even one palm from Ye Qingchen?

”You were the one sneaking attacks on me from behind just now, weren’t you?”

Ye Qingchen’s gaze shifted, fixing on Peng Shanding.

Boom!

The Village Chief of the Wind Thunder Stronghold had his hair stand on end; without the slightest hesitation, the massive wings on his back suddenly unfurled, and he shot skyward in a blur of flowing light.

As his two wings flapped, even the thick sea of clouds was blown apart.

In a split second, Peng Shanding had already pierced into the firmament, as if soaring straight into the Ninth Heaven!

”Avoid his edge for now!”

Swish!

Before the words finished, his figure flickered as he sped away. Peng Shanding hadn’t even gathered his wits when gleams of light flashed—Ye Qingchen had already surged to a stop right in front of him!

”How is this possible?”

Peng Shanding’s pupils tightened, his heart violently shaken.

”Die!”

But after all, he was a Sect Leader, and even in such a situation he felt no fear.

His wings spread wide, instantly turning into two Heaven-shocking giant blades that hacked down fiercely. These two Wind Thunder wings were condensed and woven of wind and thunder; thunder is their bones, wind their flesh and blood.

The world believed the most terrifying aspect of these Wind Thunder wings was speed, but in truth their greatest power lay in this Lingkong sky-sundering slash!

Crack!

In that instant.

The Wind Thunder wings hacked down with brutal force, their momentum like a raging flood. At the same time they crossed and cleaved in rapid succession, as if to shatter this entire vault of heaven. Wherever the giant wings passed, they painted the sky with radiant cloud patterns.

It was the spectacle of space itself being cut apart!

”I refuse to believe you can block this strike!”

A chill glinted in Peng Shanding’s eyes.

Yet Ye Qingchen did not dodge or evade; he simply ignored the pair of wings cleaving down from midair and actually raised his hand to strike straight down!

’He actually wants to clash head-on with me? These Wind Thunder wings—even if they can’t kill him—will be enough to pierce his defenses!’

But the result was.

The giant wings, under Ye Qingchen’s palm, instantly became like brittle dry twigs, crushed and shattered with unstoppable force. The feathers woven from storm winds collapsed in an instant; the bones constructed of raging thunder snapped to pieces. In the blink of an eye, the enormous wings were reduced to nothing.

”How is this possible?”

Peng Shanding’s eyes bulged round; he could not believe it.

These Wind Thunder wings he had tempered every day on the Sea View Cliff within the stronghold with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. This pair of wings was even harder than a Divine Soldier and could easily slay a Celestial Immortal.

Yet Ye Qingchen had actually lifted a hand and, with a single palm, crushed the Wind Thunder wings.

”Could his flesh be even harder than the Wind Thunder wings?”

But he no longer had time to ponder, because after Ye Qingchen’s palm crushed the wings, its remaining force did not diminish—it fell quietly, gently landing upon his skull!

That palm was crystalline like jade, soft and boneless, seemingly weak and easy to bully. Yet under that strike, Peng Shanding’s body shuddered violently; from head to toe he exploded with a bang, his entire form turned to dust.

Even his divine soul was utterly crushed beneath that palm!

With one palm.

Another Celestial Immortal fell!

From the moment Ye Qingchen began his counterattack, only an instant had passed—no more than sparks and flint—but in that fleeting instant what transpired was beyond everyone’s expectations.

Two Celestials!

They were figures who shook Southern Heaven, Lords of the Thirty-Six Sects!

Many hadn’t even clearly seen the exchanges between both sides before Peng Shanding and Wang Zhenhai were already dead beyond all saving!

”So even Celestial Immortals are like ants?”

A single thought couldn’t help but surface in everyone’s minds.

Yi Tianli, Ye Bozhong and the others were deathly pale!

Yet.

For them, this was only the beginning!