Slap!
The crisp slap could be heard in the palace.
Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at Yin Jiuchong, who was slapped to the ground by Ye Chen.
That was the prince of the Great Yin Dynasty.
His father was an Emperor's Throne powerhouse. Putting aside his identity, he was also a Nine-revolution Martial Saint in terms of strength. Whether it was talent or battle prowess, he was one of the best in the Ancient Desolate Realm.
"This person is too powerful. I'm afraid he's an Emperor's Throne powerhouse …"
The few elders of the Ehuang Kingdom who were sitting in the corner looked at each other, and deep shock flashed in their eyes.
Even the Patriarch of Hell was no exception. He had fought Yin Jiuchong before, so he knew very well how powerful the former was.
However, he was slapped to the ground by Ye Chen now.
He seemed to have thought of something as he thought to this point. Disbelief surged in his eyes as he looked at Ye Chen, "Fellow Ye, y-y-you …"
Ye Chen nodded lightly when he met his gaze.
Tsk …
Patriarch Yellow Spring sucked in a cold breath.
His heart was extremely shocked!
Soul Formation Stage!
Fellow Ye had actually stepped into Soul Formation Stage!
As a Tribulation Stage powerhouse in his previous life, he knew very well what kind of existence Soul Formation Stage was. It could be said that countless talented geniuses were stuck at the perfected late-stage Nascent Soul Stage, unable to take a step forward in their entire lives.
Even the Patriarch of Hell had spent hundreds of years to step into Soul Formation Stage. However, how long had he known Ye Chen?
It had only been over a year. In just over a year, he had watched Ye Chen advance from Spirit Assembly to Soul Formation Stage!
"Fellow Ye, I'm convinced!"
The Patriarch of Hell clasped his fists at Ye Chen, "I'm convinced from the bottom of my heart this time. Greetings, Divine Lord Ye!"
In the cultivation world, Foundation Building cultivators were masters, Golden Core cultivators were true lords, Nascent Soul cultivators were great cultivators, and Soul Formation cultivators were divine lords. It was a form of address and status.
Perhaps the patriarch had a sense of superiority when facing Ye Chen because he was a Tribulation Stage powerhouse in his previous life. However, he had no choice but to admit defeat now.
While the two of them were talking, Shang Wudao, the Emperor of Great Li, was ashen as he muttered to himself, "How is this possible? How is this possible? "
Ye Chen had withstood a blow from an Emperor's Throne fighter, which was shocking enough. Who would have thought that an existence as powerful as the Imperial Prince Yin Jiuchong was still no match for him?
"Senior!"
At that moment, Imperial Prince Yin Jiuchong stood up as well. He stared at Ye Chen with respect, "I wonder if an Emperor's Throne Stage senior has arrived. If I've offended you in any way, please do it for my father's sake …"
His heart sank to rock bottom, and it was even to the extent that he was trembling. He'd completely lost the demeanor of an Imperial Prince.
Not for any other reason, but because only an Emperor's Throne Realm powerhouse could easily defeat him.
It would have been better if Ye Chen had not mentioned Di Xuan Ke. As soon as Di Xuan Ke was mentioned, Ye Chen's gaze turned colder. He slapped him directly as if he was swatting a fly.
"Kneel!!!"
Suddenly, an invisible force came crashing down. Yin Jiu Chong felt like he was being pressed down by an invisible hand and fell to his knees.
"Senior, my father is the Emperor of Great Yin, Emperor Xuan Ren!!!"
Yin Jiu Chong's face was filled with humiliation!
When had he, Yin Jiu Chong, ever been treated like this?
Ye Chen did not answer at all. His hand continued to press down. Yin Jiu Chong immediately felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. His head was stuck to the ground!
"Ahhhh …"
He was crazy and unwilling.
In the end, his entire body was stuck to the ground as if he was prostrating on the ground. No matter how he struggled, it was useless.
Everyone was trembling with fear as they watched this scene.
Was this the terror of an Emperor's Throne Stage powerhouse? Written Chinese
"I'll settle the score with you later!"
Ye Chen retracted his hand slowly. His gaze landed on Shang Wudao, the Emperor of Great Li. He said with a faint smile, "Shang Wudao, how have you been?"
Shang Wudao forced a smile and looked at Ye Chen with an extremely complicated expression, "I just want to know, have you stepped into the Emperor's Throne Stage now?"
"Is it important?" Ye Chen was expressionless.
"Yes, it's not important anymore."
Shang Wudao took a deep breath in, and a wave of lethargy came from his body, "As the saying goes, the winner is king, and the loser is a bandit. I have nothing to say now that I've fallen into your hands."
He was the ruler of a dynasty after all. Naturally, he was not someone who was afraid of death and begged for mercy.
"Very well, I'll leave your corpse intact!"
Ye Chen nodded lightly and extended his hand to grab the former. Shang Wudao tried to resist, but he realized that he could not move at all.
Blergh …
Ye Chen reached out and broke his dantian directly.
"Y-You're so ruthless!"
Shang Wudao's face was filled with resentment!
Ye Chen actually crippled his cultivation base!
Ye Chen scoffed and pressed his palm on his head. He performed the Soul Searching Tactic forcefully. He wanted to know the whereabouts of Su Yuhan and his parents!
Back then, Mu Caiwei had said that after the ghost ship sailed into the Tianfeng sea area, the Great Li Dynasty had also participated in the operation to encircle the ghost ship.
As the ruler of the Great Li Dynasty, Shang Wudao definitely knew about it.
"Ahhhhh!"
The former's tragic voice rose and fell in the entire palace. It was as if he had experienced the cruelest punishment in the world, causing everyone to tremble in fear.
Seeing this scene, the face of Imperial Prince Yin Jiuchong, who was suppressed on the ground, was filled with fear. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and gritted his teeth.
"Rumble …"
At the critical moment, he chose to self-destruct!
However, it was his body that self-destructed!
The remaining soul was wrapped in a ray of green light. It broke through the void and entered the spatial rift.
"Oh no, Fellow Ye, he escaped!"
The Patriarch of Hell was shocked.
"You think you can escape from my grasp?"
Ye Chen chuckled softly as if he was disdainful. Then, he stretched out his hand and spread his fingers. He reached into the spatial rift before it closed.
"Ahh!"
A barely audible scream came from the void, followed by a deafening roar.
Ye Chen retracted his hand at the right time.
The Patriarch of Hell asked, "How is it?"
"I've destroyed his soul!"
Ye Chen frowned. He looked at the healing wound on his right index finger and said, "He should be carrying a primordial spirit treasure. This primordial spirit treasure actually chose to self-destruct."
Among the elders of Ehuang Kingdom, a silver-haired old woman cried out in surprise, "That must be Di Xuan Bing's Emperor Weapon."
Although he said that, he looked at Ye Chen with more and more fear in his eyes. The self-destruction of the Emperor Weapon did not cause any serious damage to him.
At that moment, Jiang Lei lifted her sleeves and took a few steps forward. She bowed to Ye Chen, "I'm Jiang Lei. Greetings, senior!"
"Thank you for saving our lives, senior."
With that, she was about to kneel!
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