"Too strong!"

Looking at Ye Qingchen, slaughtering all directions in the sky, none of the inner sect disciples watching felt anything but a cold bucket of water poured over their heads, feeling icy cold and trembling!

Before the action, they didn’t take Ye Qingchen seriously. In their view, how much power could a pretty boy, who won first place by cheating and relied on Su Moran’s protection, possibly have?

So.

Before this, they had thought of all kinds of possibilities!

They thought that with just one encounter, Ye Qingchen would be stomped on severely, beaten to tears!

They also thought Ye Qingchen could not rival the inner sect, and his actions were only bravado. Once an inner sect disciple made a move, he would flee immediately!

They even thought Ye Qingchen, knowing he was outmatched, would kneel and beg for mercy out of fear!

However.

Never had they imagined Ye Qingchen would slaughter all directions. This group of what was nearly the strongest and most formidable inner sect disciples were, in his eyes, no more than pitifully weak!

"Is this for real..."

Even Meng Tian’s eyes were about to pop out!

Although.

He often fantasized about becoming strong one day, wanting to trample underfoot those who once humiliated and bullied him, to vent his pent-up anger.

Yet he knew it was just a pipe dream. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

But now, Ye Qingchen had realized this fantasy!

"How could this kid possibly be!"

The Seven Peaks Elders were completely shocked by the scene before them.

Especially Marquis Guangjun, feeling both shocked and furious!

...

Above the heavenly dome!

Ye Qingchen stood in the void, his Qi blood surging, battle intent like crashing waves. His thick and unparalleled aura had not weakened in the slightest compared to before.

However, he was facing three hundred and sixty-seven Half-Step Human Immortals; even dripping water can wear through stone, and many ants can kill an elephant. How could Ye Qingchen not be injured at all?

But the strong recovery ability brought by the cultivation of the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique allowed him to return to his previous unscathed state within just a few breaths!

This scene was enough to make anyone despair.

However.

The despair was not over yet!

Ye Qingchen stood in the void, suddenly stepping forward, rushing straight ahead.

A disciple blocking his way was hit as if struck by a prehistoric beast, his body making cracking sounds, like a rag doll, spewing blood and flying off the scene!

"Damn it!"

Lei Xing, ranked fifth in the inner sect, let out an angry roar, biting his tongue and spitting blood. His once-weak aura flared up like gasoline on a fire, instantly soaring to its peak, and even momentarily surpassing his peak, approaching Human Immortal status.

At the moment his aura reached its peak, the entire inner sect trembled violently; ancient trees hundreds of yards away were ripped apart, and even distant rockery and boulders cracked with a series of snapping sounds!

In this storm of violent aura, Lei Xing rushed fiercely at Ye Qingchen!

"Kneel!"

However.

Facing this attack, not inferior to a Human Immortal’s strike, Ye Qingchen advanced rather than retreating, directly slapping down.

With a ’boom’ sound.

Lei Xing let out a miserable scream, and was instantly slapped down on his knees, half his body smashed into the ground, unable to rise! His aura, like a punctured balloon, rapidly weakened to the extreme, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"It’s over... it’s over..."

Zhang Nanxuan, watching Ye Qingchen slaughtering the scene, no longer had the composure and calmness he once did, only deep fear remained. Although the disciples were not dead, being hit by Ye Qingchen’s move had turned them into half cripples.

Even if they were healed in the future, they could never return to their peak. If it were just one or two, he could have held it together, but this involved nearly seventy percent of the inner sect’s Half-Step Human Immortals; even he could not bear the consequences of this matter.

At this moment.

Ye Qingchen was still continuing!

Boom!

He abruptly turned, forming multiple afterimages, instantly reached a disciple, and delivered a punch straight to the core. Even though the opponent was prepared, quickly raising his arms to block Ye Qingchen’s punch!

However.

This disciple, named Liao Fan, ranked beyond the hundredth in the inner sect; no matter how quick his reactions were, how could he be faster than Ye Qingchen? A fist as crystal as jade bypassed his defenses, smashing heavily against his chest!

"Boom!"

The power of the punch seemed to shatter the sky and ground.

"Puff!"

Liao Fan spewed blood mist into the air.

Stumbling unbalanced, he crashed to the ground like an arrow off the string, rolling hundreds of yards and stirring up a cloud of dust before stopping!

At this moment.

There were fewer than ten Half-Step Human Immortals still standing in the field.

"Tap!" "Tap!" "Tap!"

It was the sound of Ye Qingchen’s footsteps on the bluestone slabs, each step echoing in everyone’s minds.

The remaining few were novices at half-step Human Immortal, quickly grouping together in fear at Ye Qingchen approaching them, shaking like quails. Among them was Li Yichao, who, despite his fear, managed to hold on:

"Ye Qingchen, you act cruelly, totally disregarding the brotherhood; you’re doomed..."

Ye Qingchen ignored him, flicking out a finger.

"Swoosh!"

A finger force rapidly crossed the void, piercing through Li Yichao’s chest before anyone could react.

"How dare you?"

Another Half-Step Human Immortal, enraged with wide eyes, gripped his spear tightly, his muscles taut, ready to strike like a poised leopard.

However, Ye Qingchen unleashed another finger strike.

Instantly.

That Half-Step Human Immortal’s chest was also pierced, crashing to the ground like a broken kite, passing out directly!

"Who else wants to try?"

Ye Qingchen’s gaze swept across them.

Clang!

One of the Half-Step Human Immortals, without the slightest hesitation, dropped his weapon, knelt down, and kowtowed fervently: "Mr. Ye, I admit defeat! Your Martial Arts Divine Techniques are beyond my match! Please spare me!"

As soon as he spoke.

The remaining Half-Step Human Immortals immediately snapped back to reality, clattering down their weapons, shouting, and bowing repeatedly: "Mr. Ye, I admit defeat!" "Mr. Ye, I admit defeat!" "Mr. Ye..."

At that moment.

Previously vigorous and formidable, three hundred and sixty-seven Half-Step Human Immortals are now utterly defeated, leaving no one daring to stand in the field!

Within the inner sect.

A dead silence.

All the watching disciples, pale-faced, felt as if plunged into an ice cave.

Only Ye Qingchen stood tall, his long robe fluttering, his composure undiminished. Under Zhang Nanxuan’s incredulous gaze, he slowly turned his head, smiled faintly, and said:

"The inner sect, so what?"

With those words.

Zhang Nanxuan’s face turn the most dreadful shade.

And the Stewards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were mourning like they had lost their parents!