Nine Revolutions Star Technique-Chapter 432 - 434: Now You Know Who I Am, Right?

Silence!

The entire Medicine King Pavilion was deathly quiet.

Everyone was quietly watching the young man in front of them.

For a moment.

The surrounding atmosphere immediately became eerie.

However.

Before everyone could recover from the shock.

"Boom!"

A sudden loud explosion resounded.

Suddenly, a sword light swept out from the previous ruins and crashed in front of everyone.

It was the Sword Slave who had been blasted away by a single finger earlier!

At this moment, the Sword Slave was in utter disarray, covered in dust, clothes torn, full of wounds all over, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Qingchen like those of a vicious wolf.

"Bastard, I want you dead!"

The Sword Slave’s face was ashen.

He was a dignified Strongest Celestial Saint, a prominent figure across the entire Sword Forest Continent, yet now he was humiliated in public by a mere boy’s single finger. How could he swallow this humiliation?

Boom!

As he spoke, the Sword Slave unleashed the aura of his Celestial Saint Eighth Layer without restraint, and the mighty Sword Qi burst forth from his body in an instant.

This terrifying Sword Qi ripped the surrounding air, leaving horrible sword marks on the stone slabs, pillars, and walls nearby.

Amidst the raging Sword Qi, the Sword Slave stepped out, shooting violently toward Ye Qingchen.

"Slash!"

A flash of sword light swept by.

At that moment, his figure was like a charging leopard, a howling gust of wind, an extreme bolt of lightning. Before anyone could react, the Sword Slave was already upon Ye Qingchen.

This was clearly a move of turning his body into a sword!

"Sword Slave, that’s Mr. Ye..."

Xie Wangsun’s expression changed drastically, and he quickly shouted.

"What?"

"Courting death!"

The Sword Slave hadn’t even finished listening when he saw Ye Qingchen, sitting there motionless, suddenly frown and stretch out his finger to point forward.

This finger landed directly on the brilliant sword light.

"Boom!"

A crashing sound echoed.

In that instant.

The Sword Slave felt an overwhelming force rolling over him. If the previous drop of water contained the power of a raging wave,

Then the power of this finger was like the waters of the Nine Heavens Milky Way, surging and pouring over him.

The Sword Qi he had gathered was unable to resist this vast torrent, and it shattered completely on the spot. At the same time, the massive force continued unrelentingly, crashing into his body.

"Crack!"

Under this terrifying force like an ancient tide, all the bones and internal organs of the Sword Slave were crushed on the spot, spewing a mist of blood, flying backward, dead before he hit the ground.

The entire place went silent.

At this moment.

Everyone seemed to have deliberately suppressed their breathing. Their eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the young man.

Just a single finger had annihilated a Strongest Celestial Saint?

What kind of ability was this!

"He’s actually Mr. Ye..." Lin Pojun’s mouth hung open, unable to close, as cold sweat soaked his body in an instant. Only now did he realize what kind of existence he had provoked?

Thud!

The Cultivator, who had previously been chatting carefree, dropped the Ivory Folding Fan in his hand to the ground, unaware.

No matter what he said a thousand times,

It could not compare to the shock of Ye Qingchen’s single finger.

"No wonder he’s not afraid of the Xingyue Alliance, no wonder he can casually take out a bottle of Moon God Pill. So he is Mr. Ye!" the master’s eyes were deeply fixed on Ye Qingchen.

Originally.

He thought this young man was ignorant of the Xingyue Alliance’s might.

Only now did he understand that the other party simply was not afraid of the Xingyue Alliance.

"Do you know who I am now?" Ye Qingchen slowly got up, calmly looking at Xie Wangsun, "You asked earlier what gives me the confidence to oppose the Xingyue Alliance. That single finger was my answer! Is it enough?"

Xie Wangsun’s face changed, and, with a ’snap,’ he retreated several steps, his heart filled with intense fear.

The Sword Slave’s strength, within the Divine Sword Manor, was at least among the top three. Yet he couldn’t withstand a single finger from Ye Qingchen? Earlier, he had scoffed at comparing Ye Qingchen to the Celestial God Sect, thinking them as equals.

Only now did he realize how terribly wrong he was.

Ye Qingchen lifted his eyes.

The Cultivators standing behind Xie Wangsun all bowed their heads deeply. If even the Strongest Celestial Saint Sword Slave couldn’t withstand Ye Qingchen’s casual finger, how could they?

Moreover, this was the man who single-handedly shook the foundation of the Celestial God Sect.

If not for him, Xingyue Alliance wouldn’t have had the opportunity to exist.

Taking a deep breath, Xie Wangsun paid his respects deeply, smiling bitterly, "I didn’t recognize you before, Mr. Ye. Please forgive this youngster’s ignorance."

"Since you desire this Dragon Bone Supreme Yang Grass, our Xingyue Alliance will yield it to you. I will not disturb you further! Please allow us to take our leave!"

Ye Qingchen’s imposing presence was overwhelming, like facing a primordial beast, leaving him no courage to remain.

Saying that, he turned to leave, leading the others to depart hastily.

"Want to leave?"

However.

Ye Qingchen chuckled coldly, shaking his head, "I’m afraid it’s not that simple?"

"Mr. Ye, what do you mean?" Xie Wangsun’s face changed.

"This Dragon Bone Supreme Yang Grass was what I first wanted, you just tried to butt in, there’s no need for you to give it to me!" Ye Qingchen continued, seeing Xie Wangsun’s puzzled look:

"Moreover, your men have repeatedly threatened and even attacked me. Do you think you can just leave like this?"

"Now, I give you two choices!"

"First, break your legs and crawl out!"

"Second, I do it myself!"

Xie Wangsun’s face changed drastically upon hearing this.

Others also gasped.

Only Su Muzhe shook his head silently.

As the Supreme Celestial Saint, how could Ye Qingchen allow someone like this to repeatedly provoke him? Sparing his life by only asking him to break his legs was already merciful!

"What, reluctance?"

Ye Qingchen said coldly.

At this, Xie Wangsun’s body trembled, his eyelids drooped. He never imagined his earlier words would come back to him. But he had no choice; he had brought this upon himself.

"Fine!"

Gritting his teeth, Xie Wangsun raised his hand and struck his knees heavily.

With two ’crack’ sounds, Xie Wangsun’s legs broke.

Despite sweating profusely in pain and his face turning pale, he did not utter a cry. Only with help could he barely stand. He lifted his head with difficulty,

"Mr. Ye, is this satisfactory?"

"Get lost!"

Ye Qingchen waved his hand as if dismissing an ant.

Everyone quickly supported Xie Wangsun to leave, not daring to stay. Lin Pojun and others lowered their heads, blending into the crowd, not daring to make a sound, fearing catching Ye Qingchen’s attention.

The guests inside the Medicine King Pavilion were already stunned.

Left with only deep shock in their hearts!