As Ye Chen slammed his palm out.
Within a radius of a few hundred meters, the river water boiled and then evaporated.
The clouds turned red rapidly as the palm landed. It was as if the entire river and sky were burning.
The Burning Palm could burn the sky with a single palm.
Although his cultivation base was no longer at its peak, the power that he performed was still extraordinary.
The people who were watching the battle could not help but break out in cold sweat. A few words appeared in their heads at the same time.
Boiling the sea into wine!
That was right. Only those words could describe the shock they felt. They might not be able to forget the scene before them for the rest of their lives.
"Divine skill, it's truly a divine skill!" Yue Jiuchong's eyes were wide open while his lower lip quivered.
His image of Ye Chen rose a lot again. He was like a god to him.
At the same time, the giant palm print in the air charged at Yuan Bupo who was running at high speed.
He sensed the heat coming from behind him.
"Rise!"
Yuan Bupo punched the river beneath his feet. As a loud thud came, over ten giant waves that were over 30 meters tall exploded around him.
The giant waves charged at the palm print.
In the next second …
The expression on Yuan Bupo's face froze.
This was because he discovered that the dozen or so huge waves had evaporated into steaming hot air before they even came into contact with the palm print.
Yuan Bupo had goosebumps all over his body at that moment. He screamed, "No!"
Bang!
The palm print landed hard on his body. He spat a mouthful of blood out and was thrown hundreds of meters away. Eventually, he fell to the bottom of the river like a cannonball.
Meanwhile, the place where he fell was boiling. Bubbles were popping out and scorching white waves were stirred.
There was dead silence on the river. Thick fear and shock were written all over everyone's face.
He had lost!
Yuan Bupo had lost!
No matter if he was dead or alive, he had lost.
The veteran master who had been famous for many years, the Martial Dao expert that everyone had high hopes for, was defeated just like that. Moreover, he was defeated by Master Ye with a single move.
At that moment …
Everyone had their eyes on Ye Chen at the same time.
On the boiling river, the silhouette stood with his arms behind his back. His sleeves were fluttering, and he was like a blinding sun. Nobody dared to look at him directly.
"He actually … actually won?" Yue Susu bit her lips tightly, and her pretty face was filled with shock.
Liu Feng's eyes were wide open. He found it hard to accept. "Impossible, impossible!"
Young Master Wang sat on the ground, shivering.
He could not help but feel dizzy when he recalled calling Ye Chen a bumpkin and asking him to apologize to Liu Feng.
"Cough cough cough!"
At this time, a violent cough woke everyone up, and they looked in the direction of the sound.
A naked, pitch-black silhouette emerged from the river. Half of his body was charred black, and he looked very miserable.
'He … Yuan Bupo?'
He's not dead?
Before the crowd could react.
The black shadow quickly ran towards the other side of the river, and in the blink of an eye, it had leaped over a hundred feet away.
Everyone was shocked.
Yuan Bupo ran away!
They could not accept the fact that a Martial Dao Master had chosen to run away.
"Yuan Bupo, you can't escape. Today, the Surge River will be your burial ground!"
Ye Chen moved and chased after him quickly on the river. His voice was unusually confident.
He heard the sound of wind breaking.
Yuan Bupo was terrified. He did not even dare to turn his head as he ran for his life.
In just a few short breaths.
Ye Chen's silhouette appeared behind Yuan Bupo like a specter. Yuan Bupo turned his head and threw a punch at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen threw a punch too. Yuan Bupo's right arm broke when the two fists collided. Before he could react, Ye Chen lifted him into the air.
"Grandmaster Ye, let me go!"
Yuan Bupo looked at him with fear written all over his face. "I'll take what happened today as my fault. Can you let me go? I won't care about my disciple dying in your hands anymore. At the same time, I'll give you my life's savings."
His voice fell.
The entire river was in an uproar.
A Martial Dao master who was famous in China 20 years ago actually said something like that. Apart from being disdainful, they also felt a sense of sympathy for the loss of a rabbit.
"I've said it before. I can kill a piece of trash like you with one hand!"
Ye Chen shook his head and looked cold, "When you get to hell, you must remember that the person who killed you is me, Mad Southern Ye!"
Just when he was about to break Yuan Bupo's throat, an extremely anxious voice came.
"Wait!"
The voice came from afar.
Everyone couldn't help but turn around to look.
In the distance, a figure quickly swept over the surface of the river. The figure was getting closer and closer, and finally appeared in everyone's line of sight.
It was a black-robed old man with a sinister expression. Most importantly, there was a golden sword and saber pattern engraved on his chest.
"They're from the Martial Alliance!"
Someone's expression changed as he immediately recognized it.
Meanwhile.
On a speedboat, Lu Tong was overjoyed. "It's Elder Feng, Elder Feng is here!"
Facing everyone's respectful gazes.
The old man said nothing and stopped when he was less than 50 meters away from Ye Chen. He could not help but look at Yuan Bupo who Ye Chen lifted mid-air.
"Senior Brother, save me. I don't want to die!" Yuan Bupo seemed to be grasping at straws.
The old man scoffed and looked at Ye Chen. He said in his deep voice, "Master Ye, I'm Feng Kuohai, an elder of the Martial Alliance. Yuan Bupo is my junior brother. I hope that you'll do me a favor and let him go."
Everyone exclaimed as soon as he was done speaking.
Firstly, they were shocked that the old man was an elder of the Martial Alliance. Secondly, they were shocked that he was Yuan Bupo's senior brother.
Two masters in one sect?
That was terrifying.
Everyone could not help but look at Ye Chen as they thought to this point. They secretly shook their heads. The Martial Alliance had intervened and even sent a Martial Dao master.
'I guess Master Ye doesn't dare to kill Yuan Bupo anymore?'
However, Ye Chen smiled out loud. "Do you a favor?"
"That's right, as long as you …" Feng Kuohai nodded. Just when he was going to speak, he heard a crack all of a sudden. It was the sound of bones cracking.
He looked over immediately and realized that Ye Chen had broken Yuan Bupo's throat.
Feng Kuohai was enraged. "You …"
He had already revealed his identity, but Ye Chen still dared to kill his junior brother. That was outrageous!
Everyone was dumbstruck at that moment. They rubbed their eyes one after another, thinking that they had seen it wrong.
Ye Chen tossed Yuan Bupo's body away and smirked while touching the ring on his finger. "So what if I killed him?"
"Y-you …" Feng Kuohai's expression was grim as killing intent exuded from his body.
Ye Chen shook his head lightly. "Since you want to be a busybody, take my sword then!"
As soon as he was done speaking, an ancient sword appeared in his right hand.
An ancient sword suddenly appeared in his right hand. It was the ancient sword he had obtained from the Tang Family's ancestral tomb.
The sword gleam was like lightning as he swung it.
Amidst everyone's dumbfounded expressions, a golden sword gleam soared into the sky and cut through the sky, directly splitting the entire river into two.
The whistling sword wills were like a shark that stuck its head out of the water, sweeping up strong winds and huge waves to attack Feng Kuohai.
"I'm not going to care anymore!"
Feng Kuohai's expression changed. He turned around and ran after inhaling sharply. He wished that he had an extra pair of legs.
At that moment, everyone held their breaths.
They had their eyes trained on the skinny silhouette that was standing on the water. They had different expressions on their faces as a few words appeared in their heads at the same time.
Boiling the sea into wine, lighting up the land with a sword!
Ye Chen put the ancient sword away and glanced at everyone. His extremely cold voice echoed through the entire river.
"The Southern Killer is dead!"
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