"Impossible!"
Murong Yang looked at Ye Chen in disbelief and said at the top of his lungs, "How can you be Mad Southern Ye? That's impossible!"
If one were to look closely, one would notice that when he said this, his whole body was trembling slightly.
Mad Southern Ye!
These three words represented too many things!
It represented endless killing and decisiveness. Countless people had died in his hands, and there were as many as ten to twenty Martial Dao masters alone.
It represented supreme combat strength and status. He was a Martial Dao master, a physique training master, No. 1 on the Heaven Leaderboard, No. 1 in China!
One could say that Mad Southern Ye was a legend in the entire Martial Dao World in China. At the same time, he was countless people's nightmare.
Therefore, Murong Yang and Old Fu had such a huge reaction when they heard Ye Chen say that he was Mad Southern Ye. They were even terrified.
"That's right. This brat can't be Mad Southern Ye. Young Master Murong, don't be fooled. He's scaring us on purpose."
Old Fu suppressed the fear within him forcefully. Killing intent filled his eyes when he looked at Ye Chen. "Die, brat!"
Old Fu performed a strange seal as soon as he was done speaking.
He quickly formed a strange hand seal. This hand seal was like a six-pointed star that contained six directions. Once the hand seal was formed, streams of Baleful Yin Qi whizzed over from six directions.
The vile energy was extremely cold. If a regular person came into contact with it, they would either catch a cold or have a fever, or they would die on the spot.
"Brat, I'll show you my Six Vile Formation. You should be happy that you're able to die under it!"
Endless vile energy gathered in the seal that he performed. Eventually, it turned into an earth-shattering flood that charged at Ye Chen.
That was a Spell Master's technique.
Although they did not rely on their physical strength like ancient martial artists, they could use spells to set up a formation to fight the enemy!
Old Fu had only mastered the Six Vile Formation after over 20 years of hard work. Since he was on mastery-stage Dao Entry, its power was comparable to a peak-stage Illuminating Pulse ancient martial artist's full-powered attack when he performed it with all his might.
A regular person would die immediately upon touching it. However, when an ancient martial artist touched it, his body would be corroded by the vile energy instantly. It might even affect his soul!
Old Fu could not help but reveal a smirk and a proud expression as he thought to this point. He seemed to have envisioned Ye Chen's tragic end.
However, in the next second …
He looked as if he had seen a ghost.
Ye Chen opened his mouth all of a sudden and sucked the vile torrent that was charging at him. A whirlpool formed before him all of a sudden.
Ye Chen sucked the vile torrent that was charging out with the help of the air whirlpool.
"How … how is this possible?!"
Elder Fu widened his eyes.
That was vile energy. It was extremely harmful to a living person's body. Not only did Ye Chen not dodge it, but he even swallowed it?
Even Yao Huayuan, a Spirit Realm warrior from the Spirit Medicine Mountain, wouldn't dare to do that.
Murong Yang, who was standing aside, was shocked.
"Burp!"
Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of foul air and said after burping, "Is this what you're capable of? Not enough, far from enough. Is there anyone more powerful? "
He was an Immortal Venerable, so even the strongest lightning in the world could not harm him at all, let alone a mere Yin Qi.
"You … who exactly are you?"
Elder Fu finally panicked.
"I told you, I'm Mad Southern Ye!"
Ye Chen walked toward him one step after another.
"Mad Southern Ye is an ancient martial artist. How can he have such a technique?" Elder Fu shrieked and said immediately, "Young Master Murong, what are you waiting for? Otherwise, we'll all die today! "
As he shrieked, Murong Yang snapped back to his senses.
Murong Yang snapped out of his daze and snapped the pendant on his neck. It was a purple gourd the size of a thumb with all sorts of patterns printed on it.
"Ye, go to hell!"
Murong Yang stretched his arm out and pulled the stopper off the purple gourd!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
A sinister wind blew out of the gourd's mouth. The wind was getting stronger, and soon, it covered the entire third floor of the Maojia Hotel. Countless devastating shrieks filled the air as shadows that looked like ghosts charged at Ye Chen.
"Is that the Ghoul Gourd?!"
Elder Fu's scalp tingled.
He had heard that Murong Yang had massacred a village of tens of people to refine this magic tool and collected endless resentment.
He could not believe that it was true.
Facing the black energy that was charging at him, Ye Chen opened his mouth and roared. He unleashed the Heavenly Dragon's Eight Music, "Get lost!"
His voice was as vast as rolling thunder, yet it was also like the roar of a True Dragon, filled with supreme majesty.
The word 'get lost' was heard.
The black aura shattered into pieces.
Then, it disappeared!
"Pu!"
Murong Yang spat a mouthful of blood out. His face turned pale and blood drained from his face.
Not only did Ye Chen break its spell, but he also broke its Ghoul Gourd. He even injured its mind with a single sentence.
"Insignificant tricks, and you dare to show off in front of me? Today, I'll let you see what a true Ghost Dao Magical Artifact is!"
Ye Chen chuckled softly. A black streamer suddenly appeared in his hand. The temperature in the room dropped as soon as the black streamer appeared.
"Hundred Ghosts Emerge!"
He waved the black banner!
Boom!
Boundless black smoke spread out from the black flag, accompanied by extremely shrill cries, and illusory and ferocious faces filled with resentment.
In an instant.
The entire third floor of the Maojia Hotel turned into a ghost town. Hundreds of ghosts roamed and howled.
Murong Yang had goosebumps all over his body at that moment. "H-how do you have such a terrifying magical artifact?"
"Oh, no!"
Old Fu's expression changed as he lost it and exclaimed, "We've guessed wrong. This brat is an Illuminating God Almighty. Run! Run now!"
He leaped toward the door as soon as he was done speaking. However, boundless black smoke blocked his way.
Just when he extended his left hand out of the black smoke, the sound of something biting his flesh came.
"Ahhh!"
Old Fu shrieked and pulled his hand back immediately. He realized that his left hand had turned into a piece of white bone from the shoulder down. There was no flesh at all.
Murong Yang was scared out of his wits when he saw that. He fell onto the ground by instinct. "Mr. Ye, d-don't kill me. My grandfather is an Illuminating God expert. You can't kill me …"
"Your grandfather came to look for me. He's going to die too. You should go first!"
Ye Chen waved the Hundred Soul Streamer again. Tens of black smoke charged at Murong Yang directly.
Crack, crack, crack …
As chewing noises were heard, a set of white bones appeared on the ground.
Plop!
Old Fu knelt onto the ground hard in fear. He knelt to Ye Chen one step after another in fear. "Mr. Ye, please spare my life. Please spare my life. As long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to bring you the Tiger Bone Flowers!"
"I've already given you a chance!"
Ye Chen shook his head lightly and pressed his palm on Old Fu's head. He performed the Soul Searching Tactic by force. Old Fu shrieked in pain, but he could not break free.
Soon, Ye Chen retracted his hand slowly.
His expression changed a few times. Eventually, he scoffed, "Yao Bingyue, you're really back at the Spiritual Medicine Mountain. You're lucky!
"But do you think you can get away with this? You're too naive. Since that's the case, you'll pay me back with your life! "
(PS: This is a chapter that I missed. I'm still missing one chapter.)
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