Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Boom!

With a single step forward, the void trembled.

No one could have imagined it.

Facing three veteran Earth Immortals, wielding the legacy of the Earth Immortal Race, and launching a full-force sweep. Ye Qingchen still had the courage to take the initiative to attack.

"Hmph!"

A hint of mockery appeared in Venerable Jiuru's eyes.

One must understand.

Although he seemed to be the weakest among the three, in actuality, as a defector of the Esoteric Zen Temple, his strength was not inferior to the veteran Earth Immortals of the Extreme North, especially with his mastery of the Esoteric Heart Method, he was both internally and externally refined.

"Young one, let me show you my prowess!"

Venerable Jiuru sneered, raising his hand with a wave.

Rumble!

In an instant, his Qi Blood surged within, flames erupted all around, transforming into a ferocious and terrifying fire dragon, which he then fiercely slammed towards Ye Qingchen!

"Trifling tricks!"

A trace of ridicule appeared on Ye Qingchen's face.

He lightly grasped with his right hand, and with a 'bang', the fire dragon disbanded, turning into scattered sparks within the void. In the shocked gaze of Monk Jiuru, he countered with a palm strike:

"In that case, behold my palm!"

Having said this.

Ye Qingchen's palm came slowly.

Venerable Jiuru's pupils shrank.

In the eyes of others.

Ye Qingchen's palm appeared casual and light, seemingly without strength. But in Venerable Jiuru's eyes, it was like a mountain collapsing, tremendously powerful. Without hesitation, he clasped his hands, intoning deeply:

"Cha!"

A golden light shield manifested instantly, like an upside-down Golden Bell, directly protecting his body.

At that moment.

Venerable Jiuru pushed his Qi Blood and True Qi to the limit.

The light shield transformed into a dignified Buddhist figure, akin to the Buddha's Golden Body. Simultaneously, hymns resonated, making one feel as if they were in the Great Leiyin Temple, facing countless Buddhas!

Yet, before Ye Qingchen's crystal-clear palm, it was as fragile as tofu, shattering with a single strike, the golden light vanishing inch by inch. His palm then landed on Venerable Jiuru's chest.

"Crack!"

Amid the astonished gazes of the people.

Venerable Jiuru's body suddenly shivered, his chest caved in sharply, while at the corresponding position on his back, a palm print protruded. Instantly, his blood surged backward, forming a blood arrow that burst forth.

This enlightened monk, proficient in Esoteric Technique, under Ye Qingchen's palm, fell from the sky and perished completely before hitting the ground.

"Nothing more!"

Ye Qingchen said indifferently.

A veteran Earth Immortal, annihilated just like that!

Erased by Ye Qingchen with a single palm!

Witnessing this scene.

Both Lei Chan and Leng Tong felt a chill in their hearts, showing fear on their faces. Even the countless Earth Immortals around were dumbfounded!

Venerable Jiuru's strength far surpassed Zhan Tiancheng, yet he couldn't withstand even a single palm from Ye Qingchen?

And Tang Mei'Er could hardly believe her eyes!

"How did this kid's strength grow so much in just three months?"

Lei Chan looked deeply at Ye Qingchen, eyes filled with disbelief.

Leng Tong was even more shocked.

He, more than anyone else, understood Venerable Jiuru's strength. If not seen with his own eyes, he could hardly believe what lay before him. However, he had no time to think.

Because Ye Qingchen was already stepping forth for a Celestial Kill!

"I refuse to believe this!"

Leng Tong's eyes narrowed, gleaming with a cold light.

As a dignified veteran Earth Immortal, he naturally had inviolable dignity. At this moment, anger surged within him. He struck his waist, and a black long blade jumped into his hand.

With the blade in hand, Leng Tong's aura condensing even further.

"Screech!"

He raised his hand, sweeping the blade, its radiance growing.

On the pitch-black long blade, dark energy surged, transforming into a black flood dragon hundreds of meters long. Concentrated to the extreme, the blade energy was as black as ink, as deep as night.

The black dragon's eyes resembled an abyss, capable of consuming everything.

"Boom rumble!"

The black dragon formed in an instant, carrying immense power as it lunged at Ye Qingchen. Even the sky seemed to darken abruptly. Such ferocity was enough to astonish anyone.

"Obscure Black Dragon Saber!"

Lei Chan immediately recognized the blade.

The Obscure Black Dragon Saber was Leng Tong's mightiest technique, a strike released with his life's essence gathered, meriting his status among veteran Earth Immortals.

It was said, Leng Tong used this technique to contend against three veteran Earth Immortals, killing one, maiming another, while the third fled!

Utterly terrifying to the extreme!

"What a terrifying strike!"

All the present Earth Immortals were aghast.

Even combined, they feared they couldn't withstand Leng Tong's strike!

"How will Ye Qingchen withstand this strike?"

Everyone looked on in anticipation.

Facing Leng Tong's unstoppable strike, Ye Qingchen remained indifferent, merely lifting his right hand, striking from afar.

"Boom!"

The void trembled, sounding like rolling thunder. A gigantic azure palm appeared out of nowhere. Surrounded by azure light, it was thousands of meters large, detailed in every way, like the hand of a deity.

As it formed, it pressed down with Ye Qingchen's motion.

"Dong!"

In that instant.

It was as if a Celestial Venerable raised a Heaven-Flipping Seal, and the Giant Spirit God reversed Buzhou Mountain.

This azure palm, with unparalleled power, smashed downwards. The black dragon, despite its ferocity, shattered instantly, turning to dust.

"What?"

Leng Tong's expression changed drastically.

Before he could react, the azure palm crushed the black dragon, still raging forward. In the astonished eyes of the crowd, it slammed Leng Tong into the ground, pulverizing him.

Finally, only an enormous palm print remained on the ground.

As for Leng Tong, there was no trace left.

The whole scene fell silent.

The myriad Earth Immortals were stunned, watching the scene in disbelief. Who could have imagined that Leng Tong, a veteran Blade Master, would be unable to withstand even a single palm from Ye Qingchen, like a chick being swatted dead.

"What a terrifying strike!"

Especially Lei Chan, whose eyes nearly popped out.

No matter the cultivation, realm, or techniques, Leng Tong shouldn't be defeated so utterly, unable to counter a single strike!

As he pondered this.

An ominous feeling crept up his spine. He abruptly lifted his head, seeing Ye Qingchen withdraw his hand, his cold gaze now directed at him.

"It's over!"

Lei Chan couldn't help but wail inwardly.

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