Silence!
The vast Mountain City was enveloped in dead silence. Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at the figure ahead, caught in a living silence of death.
Before this, they had speculated about how powerful this Celestial South Fierce God was, yet having never witnessed it with their own eyes. Only after personally witnessing it did they realize how feeble their estimations were. Ye Qingchen’s power had far exceeded their imaginations.
Blood Demon Ancestor!
Celestial Immortal Sixth Layer!
A world-shaking powerhouse that had occupied the Western Wilderness for thousands of years.
In everyone’s eyes,
Even if the Blood Demon Ancestor was at a disadvantage, at the very least, he could leave alive, fully intact. But now, faced with Ye Qingchen, not only did he have no ability to resist throughout, but he was also slapped to death in a single strike!
What kind of divine might is this?
"Slap!"
After slaying the Blood Demon Ancestor with one palm, Ye Qingchen slowly retracted his right hand, letting out a long breath of stale air. With the death of the Blood Demon Ancestor, among the twelve titans of the Western Wilderness, only the Blood Sword Ancestor remained.
’However, once tonight’s battle spreads, the entire Western Wilderness will surely erupt! Killing the Blood Sword Ancestor won’t be so easy!’
Ye Qingchen thought to himself, his gaze shifted, silently looking at Yuan Tiancheng, who stood by, completely dumbfounded. With just one glance, the proud disciple of the Blood Demon Ancestor shivered all over and knelt to the ground:
"Yuan Tiancheng pays respect to Mr. Ye!"
"Greetings to Mr. Ye!"
"Greetings to Mr. Ye!"
...
In that instant,
Not only Yuan Tiancheng, but everyone present was scared to the point of goosebumps, almost without any hesitation, quickly kneeling to the ground.
Fearing that if they delayed even a moment, they would end up like the Blood Demon Ancestor, with no place to be buried!
"Is the Blood Demon Ancestor your master?" Ye Qingchen didn’t seem to see anyone else and instead looked at Yuan Tiancheng with interest. Although this person seemed young, in reality, he was not young at all, and his cultivation was extremely terrifying, having reached the Celestial Immortal Fifth Layer.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Yuan Tiancheng knelt on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
"I seem to have just heard that you wanted to deal with me?" Ye Qingchen said with a half-smile.
"Dare not, dare not! Dare not!"
The overbearing Yuan Tiancheng who had not feared even when facing the Blood Demon Ancestor now broke out in a cold sweat all over. The schemes, power, strength, and dignity he relied on, what did they count for?
He had only one thought at this moment, and that was to survive!
"I truly didn’t realize it was you, I thought the Ancestor deceived us! If I really knew Mr. Ye had arrived, even with multiple lives I would not dare say such a thing. Please forgive me, Mr. Ye..."
Thump, thump, thump!
The fierce wind howled, the surrounding was dead silent, only the sound of Yuan Tiancheng desperately kowtowing remained.
Everyone around was also deeply prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift their heads. Even when facing this figure, they deliberately suppressed their breathing, fearing to draw the attention of the Celestial South Fierce God!
Unaware of how much time had passed, when no sound was heard, some demon cultivators dared to lift their heads, only to find that Ye Qingchen had left at some point.
"Finally gone!"
"Yeah, barely escaped with our lives!"
"Is this the terror of the Celestial South Fierce God?"
Many demon cultivators slowly got up, realizing their backs were soaked with cold sweat. Yuan Tiancheng’s legs were even weaker, unable to stand up for a long time, filled with the lingering fear of surviving disaster!
...
In one night,
the entire Western Wilderness was completely shocked.
Among the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness, the most senior, oldest, and third-ranked Blood Demon Ancestor was slapped to death by someone, and the entire Mountain City was leveled to the ground.
Moreover, with the prior incident of the seven titans jointly issuing a secret order, even the slowest demon cultivators sensed something was amiss and began to investigate the course of events.
As a result,
once these messages were spread, the already tumultuous Western Wilderness was as if a heavy bomb was dropped.
"Is it true? In the battle at Holy Spirit Mountain, the Eight-faced Buddha perished?"
"Daoist Monarch Bai Gu, Ye Jingzhou, Demon Tathagata... eleven demon sect titans combined to besiege him, only to have four killed on the spot and the remaining seven titans flee in panic?"
"Ye Qingchen chasing all the way, counterattacked the Western Wilderness, publicly killed the Blood Demon Ancestor in three moves? Now only the Blood Sword Ancestor remains among the demon sect titans?"
These pieces of news left the people of the Western Wilderness dumbstruck and incredulous.
This time,
Ye Qingchen’s reputation thoroughly overawed the Western Wilderness.
If previously, those in Western Wilderness scoffed at the self-proclaimed Celestial South Fierce God, even rudely saying, "What nonsense Celestial South Fierce God? It’s just that in a mountain without tigers, a monkey proclaims himself king!"
But now,
by himself, he nearly swept through the titans of the Western Wilderness, even chasing and counterattacking, such a method was simply godlike to the extreme, far beyond what people could imagine.
In the face of such strength, who wasn’t terrified, who wasn’t fearful?
...
Western Wilderness, Blood Sword Mountain.
At the highest point of the mountain, a giant Blood Sword stood, the Blood Sword was translucent, like blood jade forged without a trace of impurity or flaw. The bloodthirsty Sword Intent permeated from the sword, enveloping the mountain.
At this moment,
a group of Celestial Immortals gathered under the Blood Sword.
"Ancestor, no matter how powerful Ye Qingchen is, he wouldn’t dare step into the Western Wilderness!" a Celestial Immortal said with a cold expression.
"That’s right, we’ve occupied the Western Wilderness for thousands of years; in terms of heritage or power, it can’t be compared with the Thirty-Six Sects of the Celestial South!" Another Celestial Immortal Elder angrily said, "If he dares to come, we’ll let him know our methods!"
"A mere Ye Qingchen thinks he can counterattack our Western Wilderness is just wishful thinking!" one person snorted coldly, "Let alone our Blood Sword Mountain, has he even considered the countless demon cultivators of the Western Wilderness? Ye Qingchen wanting to attack our Blood Sword Mountain, at least he has to shed a layer of skin!"
"And the Blood Demon Ancestor!"
A Celestial Immortal Elder sneered, "His first action upon returning to the Western Wilderness is to gather his men and besiege Ye Qingchen. The Blood Demon Ancestor’s first disciple, Yuan Chengtian, is also a top-level Celestial Immortal. No matter how strong Ye Qingchen is, can he alone resist the power the Blood Demon Ancestor has painstakingly built over the years?"
Sitting beneath the Blood Sword, the Blood Sword Ancestor looked at the indignant people below him, secretly breathing a sigh of relief:
’Indeed!’"
’Though Tiancheng covets the Blood Demon Ancestor’s position, when faced with a formidable foe, he shouldn’t be so careless. With the Blood Demon Ancestor’s forces, though it’s hard to kill Ye Qingchen, it’s not impossible to drive him away!’
Just as these thoughts arose in his mind,
suddenly,
a Celestial Immortal Elder stumbled into the hall under the startled, puzzled, or perplexed gazes of everyone, couldn’t help but shout:
"Ancestor, we’re in big trouble!"
"Ye Qingchen stormed into Mountain City, killed the Blood Demon Ancestor in front of everyone with a palm and left unimpeded, no one dared to stop him!"
As the words fell,
the hall fell into dead silence, a pin drop could be heard.