Boom!
The terrifying pressure in the air charged at Ye Chen's head.
"Rumble …"
Dazzling lightning shot over and struck Ye Chen's chest heavily. The shocking energy that exploded from it destroyed a radius of 3,000 meters. It enveloped Ye Chen completely.
"Xiaochen!"
"Mr. Ye!"
Seeing this scene, the people below immediately cried out in surprise. Their expressions were incomparably nervous, and the people who were watching this scene through the internet also stood up in shock with their expressions changing drastically.
Earlier, everyone was still immersed in the shock of Ye Chen killing the powerhouses from the eight foreign immortal sects. Who would have thought that such a drastic change would happen in the next moment?
"Damn it, someone actually launched a sneak attack on Mad Southern Ye?!"
"Shameless, he's extremely shameless …"
"Could it be that the peerless legend of China is going to die today?!"
In an instant, all sorts of emotions exploded in the hearts of countless people. The attack just now was too terrifying and shocking.
Just when everyone was in despair, they saw the lightning that enveloped Ye Chen suddenly dissipate. Subsequently, Ye Chen's figure was revealed.
He stood proudly in the air with his white hair fluttering in the wind. There were no substantial injuries on his body at all. He appeared before everyone as if he was taking a stroll in the park.
"Great, that's great!"
"Mad Southern Ye isn't dead. How is this possible?!"
"Unbelievable, simply unbelievable!"
Before the crowd could think too much about it, the air shook and a majestic silhouette suddenly appeared.
Along with his appearance, the entire world began to tremble, as if it was unable to endure the pressure he brought forth.
That figure was extremely dazzling, like a golden sun burning. There were raging flames burning outside his body, making people not dare to look him in the eye.
As the dazzling divine flames dissipated, the figure finally revealed the face of an old man in a scarlet red robe. Although the old man no longer had any aura to speak of, it made everyone's breathing quicken.
"This person is too terrifying. I'm afraid he's an existence at Stage Soul Formation."
A powerhouse hiding in the dark stared at the old man, and they all secretly sucked in a breath of cold air.
"You didn't die from my lightning strike!"
The old man seemed to be sizing Ye Chen up in surprise. He said calmly, "I have to say that you're the No. 1 in the cultivation world of the Celestial Burial Planet. No wonder you killed the Blood Sun God."
At this point, his eyes flashed with brilliance, "If you're given some time, you might be able to activate the Heavenly Star Chart and illuminate the heavens."
The Patriarch of Hell squinted at him as killing intent surged in his eyes, "Old dog who ambushed me from behind, tell me your name!"
Ye Wushuang did not move at all as he looked at him quietly. The sword intent in his body began to rise like a roaring river.
"I am the leader of Li Yun Sect, you can call me Ancestor Li Yun."
The old man glanced at him and focused his gaze on Ye Chen, Ye Wushuang, and the other two. He said, "The three of you have pretty good aptitude. If you can kneel down and swear your primordial spirit to be loyal to me, I can spare your lives and take you away from this abandoned planet …"
Before Ye Chen could speak, the Patriarch of Hell sneered, "You're just at Stage Soul Formation. What right do you have to make us kneel to you?"
"Oh?"
The Patriarch of Hell snorted coldly. Invisible killing intent swept out in all directions, causing the entire Nine Dragons Bay to shake.
Blergh!
Many of the powerhouses present spat blood one after another. Then, they activated their True Origin Energy with all their might to resist the killing intent. They felt like their organs were being torn apart, and their souls were trembling.
"Back off!"
Facing the killing intent, Ye Chen took a step forward and stood before the Patriarch of Hell and the Patriarch of Hell. Then, he waved his sleeve and blocked the killing intent.
"Junior Ye!"
The Patriarch of Hell looked at Ye Chen with a burning gaze, "Don't think that you're invincible just because you killed the people from the eight immortal sects. You're just relying on that killing formation."
As he spoke, he looked at the void and laughed mockingly, "This killing formation's power has been greatly reduced after the previous consumption. It's useless against me."
"You can try."
Ye Chen squinted at him, "I'll give you a chance. Scram within three breaths of time. Otherwise, not only will you die, I'll even destroy the orthodoxy behind you!"
"Haha …"
The Patriarch of Hell could not help but chuckle, "What big words. You don't have much vital energy and blood in your body, and your essence energy is dried up. You're just holding on.
"If I were you, I would kneel down and kowtow to me in submission. Otherwise, I'll wash the entire Lin City with blood today."
At the end of his sentence, the killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed.
"What a noisy old dog!"
Ye Chen took a step forward. A 300-meter saber gleam exploded from his hand and slashed at the former like a saber cutting water.
"Alright, I'd like to see what else you have up your sleeves!"
The Patriarch of Hell laughed out of extreme anger. His feet did not touch the ground, and his body swayed. Instantly, he floated over like a ghost.
When he was less than 60 meters away from Ye Chen, his arm shook violently, and his right hand clenched into a claw.
Each of his jet-black fingers on his right hand suddenly grew to several tens of feet long. Following a burst of crackling sounds, they immediately contained streaks of purple thunderbolts.
Boom!
In an instant, an aura that made one's heart palpitate and feel powerless filled the sky, as if it could destroy everything.
"Too terrifying!"
At that moment, countless people's faces turned pale, and their minds swayed.
The Patriarch of Hell's jet-black fingers were still expanding crazily. In just a few breaths of time, they covered the sky. Within a radius of 300 meters, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The great terror completely enveloped Ye Chen.
The giant claw swept across the sky, covering the sky and earth. It was suffocating.
Ye Chen's expression remained the same. Facing that, he did not retreat. Instead, he charged forward. He clenched his palm into a fist and threw an extremely violent and simple punch.
His golden fist did not seem like it was made of flesh and blood. Instead, it was like a peerless divine weapon that had been tempered in a divine furnace.
At that moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats. The media even forgot to adjust their cameras.
The only thought that appeared in their minds was whether Ye Chen could withstand the Patriarch of Hell's terrifying attack. After all, the latter was a perfected Soul Formation Stage expert.
Boom!!!
However, to everyone's surprise, Ye Chen's golden fist struck horizontally and shattered the giant claw that shrouded the sky.
The golden fist's might disappeared as it pressed forward.
Crack!!!
The Patriarch of Hell's palm exploded immediately. As blood splattered everywhere, he could not help but let out a muffled groan before his body was sent flying.
If one took a closer look, they would realize that the Patriarch of Hell's entire right arm was severely distorted. It was hard to imagine that such an injury was caused by the purest physical strength.
(End of this chapter)
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