Following his words, cold killing intent erupted.
Cold killing intent exploded at the scene as they locked onto Ye Chen.
"You're wrong!"
Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back and shook his head as if he was disdainful, "It's too much of a compliment to describe Dakun as a vegetable garden. In my opinion, Dakun is at most a cesspool. The people in it are filthy and smelly!"
"What shameless boasting. You're just a piece of trash who failed to break through. How dare you be so arrogant in front of us! “
A thin old man sneered mercilessly. Then, he moved and slapped his hand down to grab Ye Chen's head, "Let me fight you!"
"Rumble …"
As his palm struck, the space above Ye Chen's head showed signs of flowing backward. Then, it was torn apart forcefully.
However, Ye Chen did not do anything as if he did not see it. He merely lifted his head and glanced at him. Two gleams of light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Ah!"
The man screamed and fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes were wide open as if he had died with a grievance.
"How is this possible?"
Everyone's pupils constricted violently.
One had to know that the person who attacked just now was the patriarch of the grade-8 sect, Violet Cloud Dock, in Dakun, a second-rank Martial Saint!
A glance!
However, the white-haired young man in front of him merely glanced at him and the patriarch of Violet Cloud Dock died on the spot?
"Junior Brother!"
With a furious roar, a Martial Saint broke through the air. He opened his mouth and spat out a huge cauldron. He then pressed it down on Ye Chen.
However, Ye Chen remained unmoved. However, a gleam flashed through his eyes again.
"Rumble …"
The cauldron, which was known as a spirit treasure, shattered. That person screamed and turned into a bloody mist.
Dead silence. The world was dead silent!
In just a few breaths of time, two Martial Saints had died. From the beginning to the end, they did not even see how the other party had attacked.
"Who exactly are you, sir?"
The old emperor of Dakun Dynasty, Hu Yanzhuo, sucked in a breath of cold air as he stared at Ye Chen.
As an eight revolution Martial Saint, he believed that he could kill the two people from before, but it would definitely not be as easy as Ye Chen.
Thinking to this point, a thought flashed through his mind. Could it be that this person is a Saint from a certain sacred ground?
"The person who will kill you!"
He then took a step forward. Lightning whizzed on his right hand as he charged at Huyan Zhuo and the rest.
"Aren't you being too arrogant? Even if you have strange techniques, you're still just a Martial Saint trying to break through to the Emperor's Throne Realm!"
Huyan Zhuo flew into a rage. His killing intent surged out like a tidal wave, "Everyone, let's attack together and kill this person!"
"Kill him! Extract his soul and refine it!"
"Boom …"
In the blink of an eye, the killing intent of the thirty Martial Saints surged into the sky as they attacked together. Their killing intent covered the entire sky.
"Die!"
One of them opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of golden light that slashed towards Ye Futian. It was a golden flying sword that let out a tiger's roar that could cut through the sea.
Clang …
Ye Chen flicked his finger and forcefully crushed the golden sword. The broken pieces shot back and shattered the other party's body instantly.
"Kill!"
The two Martial Saints charged over. Their hands covered the sky and shook the world. They seemed to want to beat Ye Chen, who had his back to them, into meat paste.
Both of them were fifth-revolution Martial Saints. In the Great Kun Realm, their combat prowess could be ranked in the top ten.
"Ultimate Emperor Shocks the World!"
Huyan Zhuo let out a long roar. Nine extremely sharp and overbearing golden dragon qi made the sun lose its color. They surged at Ye Chen, clearly trying to distract Ye Chen.
Ye Chen remained unmoved in the face of the attacks from the two people behind him. Instead, he extended his palm and clenched it at the nine dragon qi from afar.
"Rumble …"
As the sky shook violently, the nine golden dragon qi were actually annihilated into thin air by his grasp.
"Ugh …"
Huyan Zhuo could not help but spit a mouthful of blood.
"Die!"
At the same time, the two fifth-revolution Martial Saints who attacked from behind him charged at him. Their hands were almost about to land on Ye Chen's head.
The two of them could not help but sneer.
At that moment, they did not know if it was an illusion, but they realized that a strand of white hair had fallen from Ye Chen's shoulder.
"Ahh!"
This strand of white hair grew with the wind, and like a heavenly sword, it instantly chopped off their heads, annihilating even their souls.
"What technique is this?"
Some of the Martial Saints who were participating in the battle were extremely shocked.
He killed two Martial Saints with just a strand of hair?
"Rumor has it that an Emperor's Throne powerhouse can make the sea boil with a drop of blood essence, and a strand of hair can kill an army …"
"An Emperor's Throne powerhouse, this person is an Emperor's Throne powerhouse!"
Everyone couldn't help but tremble, as if they had seen something terrifying.
"Who exactly are you?!"
Huyan Zhuo felt a chill run from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. Earlier, he thought that Ye Chen had failed to break through!
However, the other party's few simple techniques had mercilessly wiped out the only fantasy in his heart.
"I told you, I'm the one who killed you!" Ye Chen's expression did not change as he charged at him directly.
Huyan Zhuo retreated and roared, "Senior, I'm the first emperor of the Great Kun Dynasty. I, Great Kun, am a subordinate of the Great Yin Dynasty. I know the Emperor of the Great Yin, Di Xuan Xiang!"
The Emperor of the Great Yin Dynasty, Di Xuan Xiang, was a famous Emperor's Throne powerhouse in Zhongzhou!
"Then you deserve to die even more!"
Ye Chen pressed forward step by step, and the coldness in his eyes intensified!
The Great Yin Dynasty!
If the Emperor's Throne powerhouse of the Great Yin Dynasty had not launched a sneak attack and thrown him into the void rift, how could his body have been crushed by the violent void storm?
How could he have been left in Zhongzhou with serious injuries, sealed off his six senses, and become a fool in the eyes of others?!
If it was not the Great Yin Dynasty!
How could he have been separated from his daughter!
Since he wanted revenge, he would start with a bloodbath in Great Kun. This was just the beginning, not the end!
"No!"
In the face of life and death, Huyan Zhuo's entire cultivation base erupted, and a shocking saber gleam suddenly shot out from his body!
The saber gleam was like a waterfall, and it was a vast expanse of whiteness. It was as if endless saber intent covered this world, shocking everyone.
"Final struggle!"
Ye Chen scoffed coldly. He waved his sleeve and forcefully dispelled the saber intent that filled the sky.
When he turned around, he saw Huyan Zhuo and the other Martial Saints using this opportunity to break through the void and escape into the distance.
Ye Chen stretched out his hand, and his palm swept across the sky. It was like a majestic mountain ridge that stretched for a radius of three thousand meters, controlling everything.
"Ahhhh!"
The figures of Huyan Zhuo and the rest appeared in the sky. When nearly thirty people saw the palm that swept past their heads, they were all shocked to death.
(End of this chapter)
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