Above the Minnan Sea!
At this moment, it was as if they had fallen into purgatory on earth. Tens of thousands of experts from the east and west fell into an endless battle.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
All the Chinese martial artists' eyes were bloodshot as a thought appeared in their minds.
That was to kill!
Kill all the western experts in front of them!
Kill until the sky cries blood!
Kill until the world trembles!
The world was covered by the sounds of battle, screams, furious roars, and roars. The blood energy that filled the sky stimulated everyone.
Just like that, people died one after another or fell from the sky. There were Western cultivators and Hua cultivators among them.
"No!"
Right at this moment, a scream that could shatter heaven and earth rang out from the sky, attracting everyone's attention.
In the sky, a large amount of blood energy swept in all directions. A figure with a cold aura suddenly collapsed, mixed with blood and splattered everywhere.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen, who was standing before him, had cold eyes. Although he was bathed in blood, he was not stained with any blood.
"Heavenly Evil Master!"
At this moment, the movements of the western experts froze, and their eyes were filled with extreme shock.
The most powerful Yin Yang Master in Japan, the Heavenly Evil Master, was dead. Moreover, he was killed by Ye Chen with a single punch!
"He's too powerful!"
"How can Mad Southern Ye be so powerful?!"
Countless people shuddered at the thought of this!
One had to know that the Heavenly Evil Master's strength was infinitely close to that of a saint. In the entire world, he was one of the few peerless powerhouses.
However, he died so miserably!
On the other hand, the Chinese experts were filled with excitement and cheers, especially the many powerhouses from the Kunlun Ruins. They did not expect Ye Chen's strength to increase so quickly.
Even the God's Messenger, Hermes, who was fighting the Kunlun Ruins saint, had a change of expression.
Ye Chen's strength had exceeded his expectations. He even vaguely sensed danger.
"Bunch of trash, continue to kill me!"
Ye Chen stood in the air with a cold expression. He looked down on everyone like a god, "Mad Southern Ye from China is here. Which western dog wants to die?!"
"Rumble …"
As soon as he said that, many western experts roared and charged at him with bloodshot eyes.
"He's too powerful. Let's attack together!"
Saint Harris of India shouted. Then, golden blood burst out of his body.
Not to mention ordinary people, even a Quasi-Sage would be shocked by this kind of pressure.
"Kill!!!"
The South African War Hounds giant expert's body doubled in size once again. Then he raised his hammer and smashed towards Ye Chen step by step.
With every step he took, the space beneath his feet would tremble and then shatter. His physical body could be said to be abnormal.
The next moment!
The High Priest of North America's Totem City, the Bishop of Houston's Fire God Sect, the Dark Wolf Clan's Beast King, the Egyptian Mummy Pharaoh, and the others all attacked together.
Elder Qing Xuan swung his sword and a sword beam pierced through the air. His voice was like thunder, "If you want to bully us with numbers, you still have to ask if we agree!"
"And us …"
The Corpse Sect's sect master, Wu Tianhou, and the rest leaped out and stood in front of Ye Chen to protect him at the same time. Killing intent surged from their bodies.
However, at that moment, Ye Chen's cold voice came, "All of you, leave!"
"Peak master!" Elder Qing Xuan wanted to speak by instinct.
Never had he thought that Ye Chen would dare to fight more than ten supreme powerhouses of the secret realms on his own.
"Leave. Go and save the others. You must reduce the casualties of our Chinese martial artists!"
Ye Chen squinted as he could not deny it.
Subsequently!
He took a step forward and actually took the initiative to walk towards the supreme powerhouses of the secret realms.
A thunderous voice resounded through the entire sea, "We will not stop fighting until the last person is killed!"
"Arrogant!"
The giant expert from the South African War Hounds Tribe shouted and waved his hammer. He pierced through the air and charged at Ye Chen.
"Boom …"
Ye Chen waved his fist. His movements seemed to be slow, but after that punch was thrown, the terrifying might seemed to be able to shatter the world.
"Oh, no!"
The South African War Hounds Giant's expression changed. He was shocked because he felt that his soul was about to shatter under Ye Chen's punch.
"Rumble …"
Killing intent surged in Ye Chen's eyes. The momentum of his punch did not decrease at all. When his punch landed, it directly shattered the giant hammer.
"Retreat!"
The War Hounds Giant instantly spat a mouthful of blood. His face was dispirited, and he retreated without saying a word.
"Don't let him find a chance!"
Saint Harris and the others from India roared furiously. As several terrifying auras erupted, more than ten experts fought to be the first to unleash their strongest attacks.
Bang, bang, bang …
Divine radiance surged on Ye Chen's body. He did not even make a sound as he continued to charge forward. His attacks were wide as if he was possessed by a god of war.
"Bang … …"
The punch landed on the War Hounds giant's shoulder, shattering half of the giant's shoulder along with his right arm.
The latter screamed continuously. He was terrified to discover that the body that he was proud of seemed to be unable to withstand a single blow from Ye Chen.
Bang!
Another punch landed!
This punch was still righteous and invincible. It forcefully smashed the former's head into a pile of meat paste.
"Kill!"
At the sight of this scene, the eyes of everyone else were filled with shock, and then they were covered by madness.
Ye Chen's expression remained cold. He continued to swing his invincible fists, vowing to kill all his enemies.
"Boom …"
The high priest of Totem City in North America was dead!
The king of the Dark Wolf Clan was dead!
The Great Wizard of the Fire God Sect was dead!
…
He punched continuously, and each punch would kill a person mercilessly and domineeringly …
The people who were fighting around him stopped at some point in time. All of them watched the scene in shock.
"Too powerful. Ye Chen is too powerful!"
The hearts of the Western powerhouses who were extremely confident before this gradually sank as they watched the supreme powerhouses die one after another.
On the other hand, many Chinese martial artists felt their blood boil when they saw that. They were all shocked by Ye Chen's ferocity!
Whoosh!
Suddenly, there was a flash of brilliance in Saint Harris's hand, and then a golden tree branch appeared.
The veins on the branch were clearly visible, like rapidly pulsing blood vessels, faintly emitting an extremely strange and dangerous aura.
Even the other Western powerhouses' expressions changed at that moment, and their scalps went numb.
"Golden Divine Tree!"
A Western powerhouse sucked in a breath of cold air, "This is the spirit treasure of the number one powerhouse in India. It's said that this tree has an independent life and feeds on blood. Anyone trapped by it will instantly turn into a pool of blood."
"Mad Southern Ye, I didn't want to use the spirit treasure that master gave me, but you forced me to do this!"
Extreme madness flashed across the face of the Indian Saint, Harris, before he suddenly waved the golden branch in his hand.
…
(PS: Just one chapter for today. I'll update as usual tomorrow. The reason why I didn't update yesterday was because I caught a cold. After driving, I realized that I wasn't feeling well, so I slept from 2 PM to 11 AM. I know some people won't believe me, but there have been a lot of people who have caught a cold these days. Plus, I usually stay up late and lack of exercise, so my body's resistance is too weak.
(End of this chapter)
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