Nine Revolutions Star Technique

If you say.

Earlier when Ye Qingchen sent Yan Jinchao flying with a single finger, it could be considered Yan’s carelessness. Not many people paid great attention to Ye Qingchen. But now, having witnessed him point and kill Lei Hao, everyone realized how troublesome he truly is!

The crowd exchanged looks, each seeing the reverence and fear in the others’ eyes.

In the midst of these exchanged glances.

Everyone had made up their minds, setting aside preconceived judgments. At this moment, some covertly formed hand seals, some had their True Qi surging, and some had their Qi Blood flowing; their Qi locked directly onto Ye Qingchen.

Only Master Chen remained there as if struck by lightning.

The figure before him began to merge with the Fierce God who trampled on the Thirty-Six Sects at the Martial Arts Conference.

’It’s him?’

’But wasn’t he with silver hair? When did it all turn black...’

A sense of fear quietly crept into his heart.

At this moment.

His previous confidence, upon recognizing Ye Qingchen, had completely vanished, leaving only deep-seated dread.

Boom!

As Master Chen pondered.

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from afar. In the dust, a figure burst forth like a bomb, stepping down in mid-air, and landing with a bang in the courtyard.

The entire White Horse Temple trembled from this step.

It was none other than the previously sent flying Yan Jinchao.

His body was tattered, covered in dust, and bleeding profusely, in utter disarray. His eyes, like those of a fierce wolf, fixed fiercely on Ye Qingchen.

"You little brat, I want you dead!"

Yan Jinchao’s face was ashen, his eyes full of bloodshot veins. Black True Qi swirled around him, transforming into an endless black mist that enveloped him. It spiraled around him in layers, forming into a giant black dragon thousands of feet long.

As he stomped down, suddenly, his entire being transformed from extreme stillness to extreme movement, charging at Ye Qingchen!

What kind of existence is Yan Jinchao?

He is the Sect Leader of the Black Water Sect, albeit not as renowned as the Infinite Sect or Cloud Mist Sect, he is still a sect master and a supreme being. Now, he suffered a loss to Ye Qingchen, how could he bear it?

In an instant, his anger surged, wanting to destroy Ye Qingchen at all costs to erase the shame.

Rumble!

A fierce loud noise was heard, and the black dragon sprang forth fiercely. It rushed with savage speed, leaving behind a giant wave stretching hundreds of feet across the ground, like a wild dragon riding the wind and waves.

The wave, covering the sky, surged toward Ye Qingchen from before Yan Jinchao.

"Wait, Mr. Yan, he is..."

Master Chen’s face changed, he wanted to open his mouth to warn.

But at this moment, Ye Qingchen’s gaze turned cold, and he directly raised his hand and swept it out:

"Seeking death!"

Rumble!

This time, as he raised his hand, Ye Qingchen held back nothing, and terrifying power was unleashed from his palm. This overwhelming force felt like an ancient giant god swinging his palm, causing heaven and earth to shatter, and tides to pour down from the nine heavens, sweeping out directly.

The forefront statue was instantly pulverized into dust. Then came the paved stone ground, flower beds, all shattered into pieces. This dreadful force extended outward, crashing towards the front of Yan Jinchao!

Under this unstoppable force, the black dragon was like a worm caught in the turbulent waves of heaven and earth, instantly crushed to dust, leaving no bones.

The entire place was silent.

The people who initially intended to charge were dumbstruck, watching this situation unfold.

It was like a shocking wave directly emerged from the void, crushing Yan Jinchao, and then crashing into the entire White Horse Temple, demolishing wall after wall, shattering building after building, penetrating throughout the White Horse Temple!

The power of a raised hand was this terrifying!

"This... this..."

Everyone was stunned, staring at this scene.

Hardly daring to believe their eyes.

This young man, what kind of existence is he? Such tremendous strength? The Earth Immortal Seventh Layer Yan Jinchao couldn’t withstand a single sway of his hand? Who in the world, at such a young age, has such abilities, who could it be?

Just as everyone was pondering.

Ye Qingchen’s gaze slowly drifted over.

"Not good!"

Everyone froze, feeling as if their soul might fully solidify under Ye Qingchen’s gaze. While they were considering whether they should fight to the death.

Alongside them, Master Chen had already regained his senses.

’Plop!’

This elder, so self-assured and confident just a moment ago, hesitated not a bit and swiftly knelt down with both knees, bowing reverently, proclaiming loudly:

"Chen Yuantai pays homage to Mr. Ye!"

"You know me?"

Ye Qingchen looked at the person with a half-smile.

Everyone wondered why Master Chen would kneel, especially since he had maintained pride even in front of Yan Jinchao.

But Master Chen said:

"I know!" Chen Yuantai lay on the ground, trembling all over, everyone could clearly hear the sound of his teeth chattering, "Mr. Ye has long made a name in Southern Heaven, especially for his battle at the Martial Arts Conference, where he fought heaven and slayed gods, utterly invincible."

"I was fortunate enough to witness Mr. Ye’s presence from afar outside the lotus platform. To not recognize you today is truly alarming and terrifying, please forgive!"

Boom!

As his words fell, a commotion erupted around him.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Everyone couldn’t help but gasp, staring dazedly at the young man standing before them.

At this moment, they felt as if they had fallen into an abyss, cold all over.

What was supposed to be a routine exploration of the secret realm turned into an encounter with this Fierce God! When Zheng Jiuling previously said they were courting death, they thought it was a joke.

But at this moment, they realized it was truly self-destructive. As everyone was thinking, they saw Ye Qingchen’s gaze had already come over with indifference, at that instant, they felt a chill run down their spines, hairs standing on end!

A series of clatter sounds was heard as they frantically dropped their weapons, rushing to kneel:

"Pay homage to Mr. Ye!"

"Pay homage to Mr. Ye!"

"Mr. Ye..."

In the face of Ye Qingchen’s ability to kill an Earth Immortal on a whim, violently conquer the Vajra Temple, and single-handedly confront the Thirty-Six Sects, what could these people possibly count for? Even if they combined their strength, they likely wouldn’t amount to much!

"Forgive?" Ye Qingchen’s right hand flicked, stringing seventeen relics into Buddhist beads, casually putting them around his wrist. With a half-smile, he looked at Chen Yuantai: "When I previously told you to get lost, you didn’t agree. Now, wanting to leave, it’s not going to be easy, is it?"

Ye Qingchen slowly raised his hand.

Seeing this, everyone was scared out of their minds, feeling weakened in their limbs.

"This... this..."

Chen Yuantai was in disarray, looking at Ye Qingchen’s jet-black hair and the signs indicating that everyone seemed to have been in the secret realm for quite some time. Suddenly realizing something, he urgently exclaimed:

"Mr. Ye, do you know you’re facing imminent disaster!"

His words fell, and the surroundings suddenly went silent.

Ye Qingchen raised his eyes, his gaze turning frigidly substantial:

"What do you mean?"