Bang!!
Pu!!
Ye Qinghan's kick landed on the fourth-form Ancient God expert's head. He almost bit off his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. His divine sword flew out of his hand, and his body flew into the sky.
But this time, Ye Qinghan didn't let him escape. Instead, he charged forward, his left hand grabbing at the flying fourth form. With a flip of his right hand, the hilt of the divine sword appeared in his hand. With a cold glint, a perfect arc pierced into the fourth form's neck.
Pu chi!!
The divine sword pierced through the fourth-form Ancient God expert's neck. Blood dripped from the tip of the sword. This was the first time a fourth-form Ancient God expert had been killed by his own divine weapon. Because Ye Qinghan had changed the order of the divine weapon, it was no longer under the control of its master. The divine sword was submerged by the power of humanity, which then submerged the fourth-form Ancient God expert's broken body.
Bang!!
Boom!!
Ye Qinghan's right arm turned into an elbow strike and smashed into the fourth-form Ancient God expert's head. The fourth-form Ancient God expert did not even have time to display any advantage before he was killed. His godhead and soul did not escape either.
In an instant, the area within a ten-kilometer radius of the Yan Tribe tribe fell into a deathly silence.
Ye Qinghan was expressionless. He had just killed a fourth-form Ancient God expert, not a fourth-form Ancient God expert.
Hua!!
Ye Qinghan turned around, his black hair fluttering. His fierce eyes stared at the fourth-form Ancient God expert.
Tap tap tap …
The corners of Ye Qinghan's eyes flickered, and his lips curled up into a cold smile. He slowly walked forward. The momentum of the world was shaken, and a domain of 10,000 kilometers was formed. His words and actions followed, and his every move could shake the Grand Dao. Even the Dao of Sovereigns was nothing more than this.
"Which Primordial Overgod did your ancestor serve?" Ye Qinghan slowly appeared in front of the old man and asked coldly like a god looking down on an ant.
Hiss hiss hiss …
Although the old man was in his fourth form, he was not an Ancient God General, nor was he a fourth-form Ancient God. There was no way he could contend against Ye Qinghan, much less against Ye Qinghan's aura. He sucked in a cold breath, his body trembling as he involuntarily retreated.
"You … you're from the Yan Clan …"
The fourth form said in fear.
Ye Qinghan's voice was solemn and dignified. His words were like pearls as he said quietly, "Yes! The successor of the Yan Clan's first emperor, Ye Qinghan. Now, if you answer my question, I can let you leave alive. "
The fourth form could not hide the fear in his eyes. This was because Ye Qinghan was in control of his surroundings. His life and death were in the hands of Ye Qinghan.
"The Ancestor assisted the Primordial Sovereign of the Great Dao …" The fourth form immediately said.
"Dao Sovereign's people …" Ye Qinghan's voice was strange. He twirled his finger, and the divine light transformed into a sharp blade. He said calmly, "Since Dao Sovereign, the successor of the Primeval Sovereign, is already dead, there's no need for you to continue living."
Whoosh!
Boom — —
Ye Qinghan's five fingertips were like sharp knives, with sharp edges on all four sides. They were used specifically to draw blood, and in the blink of an eye, they pierced through the opponent's chest.
Puchi — — —
Ye Qinghan's right hand pierced through the man's chest and grabbed his heart. His left hand grabbed his head, suppressing his godhead within. He did not give him a chance to escape.
"You … Didn't you say you wouldn't kill me …" The fourth form elder despaired. He glared at Ye Qinghan with unwillingness. His eyes were ferocious, as if he was furious that Ye Qinghan did not keep his word.
Ye Qinghan calmly said, "The enemy's words cannot be trusted. If you don't even understand this, how did you manage to survive until now and cultivate to the fourth form?"
Bang!
Crack!
Ye Qinghan exerted force with both hands and crushed the opponent's heart. His left hand pierced through the man's sea of consciousness and seized his godhead. The power of people dao flooded the man's sea of consciousness and destroyed his soul.
Two fourth form elders died in the blink of an eye. Ye Qinghan was like a ferocious demon. His body was dyed red with god blood, scaring the Ancient God army far away. They trembled and turned into beasts to flee.
The elder of the Yan Clan wanted to kill them all, but Ye Qinghan waved his hand and said, "Don't chase a cornered enemy. The enemy still has two fourth form elders. Sooner or later, there will be a real battle to the death. Let them escape first."
"Yes! Your Highness! "The elder of the Yan Clan immediately bowed.
Ye Qinghan looked around at the corpses and thousands of injured. He immediately said, "Treat the injured first and bury the dead. Set out today to meet up with the large tribes and gather all the strength of the Yan Clan. Don't let the enemy defeat us one by one."
"Yes!"
"Many thanks, Your Highness!"
The people of the Yan Clan were wild with joy. They thought that their clan was going to be exterminated. They didn't expect Ye Qinghan to be so strong. He was also the inheritor of the number one emperor of the Yan Clan. They were very excited. They felt that the Yan Clan finally had hope and were no longer passive.
Ye Qinghan took a deep breath and stepped to Dark Dance's side. He waved his hand and brought her into the valley.
Dark Dance's body was pierced. Although Ye Qinghan stopped the bleeding, the wound was still there. This kind of wound penetrated the body and caused great damage! Her face was pale and the fear in her eyes had yet to settle.
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan waved his hand and a ray of light slid across Dark Dance's chest. A soft touch circled around his fingertips.
Hmm …
Dark Dance moaned. Her voice was like the sound of nature. If it was someone else, they would have been paralyzed.
Ye Qinghan's willpower was firm. He wasn't moved. He then separated his hands and used all his immortal spiritual energy to absorb the harmful order and laws in her body. He healed all the wounds on her body.
"Ah …" Dark Dancer let out a satisfied cry. Coupled with the swaying of her body and the strange sound, even Ye Qinghan felt a little strange.
Pa!
Ye Qinghan reached out and hit the back of her head. He said coldly, "Don't make that kind of sound."
"Ah … why?" Dark Dance didn't understand what her moaning meant. She touched the back of her head and asked in confusion.
Ye Qinghan looked at the innocent Dark Dance. His fingertips trembled and brushed past her forehead. He couldn't communicate with her. He could only say, "Don't ask so many questions. Just don't make that kind of sound in the future!"
Oh …
Dark Dancer silently replied with a pout.
Ye Qinghan didn't say anything else. He looked up at the sky. The stars shifted and the divination appeared. His appearance would definitely alarm the two fourth-form immemorial experts. They were definitely not weaker than the Ancient Heavenly Emperor. Moreover, there were two of them. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't go against the heavens. He couldn't even deal with one Ancient Heavenly Emperor, let alone two!
The sky turned red, as if it had been washed in blood.
"Danger is coming. The true calamity of death is coming." Ye Qinghan said in a low voice.
Dark Dance's eyes were filled with little stars. They were filled with admiration. She said with confidence, "You're so strong. Who can hurt you?"
Ye Qinghan laughed self-deprecatingly. He said calmly, "That's because you haven't seen an expert. There are many who can kill me. In the Primordial Age, people who could kill me were everywhere!"
Hua!!
Ye Qinghan turned and stepped towards the Yan tribe. His battle robe was still dripping blood. The wound on his right hand was bleeding non-stop. It wasn't that easy for him to snatch the divine sword. It was a method of mutual destruction. He had caught his opponent off guard and killed him with injuries!
Hua!!
The power of humanity enveloped his right arm. The wound didn't heal. Instead, it flowed with thicker Yan tribe blood.
Ye Qinghan took out the Yan Ancestor's left arm and sat at the mouth of the valley. Blood dyed his left arm red. After so many years, the order inside the left arm was about to be destroyed. If he wanted to refine it, he had to repair the left arm first!
The Yan Ancestor's left arm was bathed in a river of blood. Streams of power of humanity flowed through the arm. Ye Qinghan didn't know how to repair the left arm, but he knew how to repair the right arm. Both arms were in the same order. The essence of the left arm began to recover.
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