Huan Yuehua struggled to his feet. He once had the appearance of a middle-aged man, but now his hair was streaked with white—a clear sign he had burned his life force.
What he never expected was that even after burning his life force and using a Secret Technique to raise his strength to a level comparable to the Sixth Layer of the Martial King Realm, he was still no match for Ye Qingchen.
At this mont, Huan Yuehua was utterly in despair.
He had already used all his trump cards against Ye Qingchen, but to no avail.
There was one thing, however, that he couldn't fathom. When exactly did I offend such a formidable enemy?
From the mont Chen Qingye appeared, his target had been squarely set on the Huanyue Sect, opposing it at every turn. Starting from his arrival in Illusory Moon City, he had swept through the entire Spirit Pill market. Afterward, in Thunder Valley, he defeated Xi Jianwei to make a na for himself. Following that, he had stord the Huanyue Sect to rescue Xi Jianwei, killed Huan Yuehua's own son in the Chaotic Labyrinth, and had now even killed his wife. Soon, he himself would die at Chen Qingye's hands.
Huan Yuehua couldn't understand. If this was rely business competition, why go to such lengths?
Ye Qingchen looked at Huan Yuehua's despairing eyes and sneered inwardly. This was the exact outco he wanted: for Huan Yuehua to die in disgrace and despair. After all, this very man had hounded Ye Qingchen's poor mother to her death.
Not only had the Huanyue Sect's reputation in the Spirit Pill industry plumted, but with Lin Lanxin interfering in the life-and-death arena, Huan Yuehua's na had beco even more infamous.
His reputation is ruined, and now he's starting to despair. It's ti to send this man on his way! Ye Qingchen thought. But before that, he wanted to push Huan Yuehua into even deeper despair.
With a flash, Ye Qingchen appeared before Huan Yuehua. The man was already at death's door and couldn't react in ti before Ye Qingchen kicked him to the ground.
Ye Qingchen squatted in front of him, looking at his despair-filled face, and spoke slowly in a low voice.
"Huan Yuehua, I know you're curious about why I'm targeting you. I might as well tell you now. My na is not Chen Qingye. My real na is Ye Qingchen."
Huan Yuehua murmured the na to himself, but his dull eyes remained devoid of any spark.
Ye Qingchen continued coldly, "Surely you haven't forgotten the Ye Family of Qingyun Town? You hounded my mother to her death. Today, I am here for my revenge!"
Huan Yuehua's eyes suddenly filled with a complex storm of emotions: realization, terror, vexation, regret, and utter disbelief.
"You… you are her son?" Huan Yuehua scread hysterically. He couldn't believe that the Ye Family from Qingyun Town, whom he had always looked down on, could produce such a dazzlingly talented youth like Ye Qingchen.
In just over a decade, the boy from back then now possessed the power to slay him.
Seeing Huan Yuehua's deepening despair, Ye Qingchen revealed a cold smile. "I cannot live under the sa sky as my mother's killer! Now, die!"
After speaking, Ye Qingchen slowly raised his Qingfeng Sword, ready to grant Huan Yuehua his end.
But at that mont, as if finding a new sliver of hope, Huan Yuehua bellowed, "Saint Heir, save ! I have sothing important to tell you!"
Hearing the shout, Ye Qingchen feared that any delay could lead to complications. He hesitated no longer and thrust his Qingfeng Sword down fiercely.
However, an energy barrier mysteriously materialized in front of Huan Yuehua, blocking the Qingfeng Sword. No matter how hard Ye Qingchen tried, he couldn't breach it in the slightest.
The Saint Heir, who had been lounging lazily on the high platform, slowly rose and flew toward the arena.
Ye Qingchen's eyes turned to ice as he watched the Saint Heir approach.
From her seat in the stands, Qin Yue was even more astonished. She had personally set up the Formation around the arena. Even a full-force attack from a peak-level Martial King Realm expert could not possibly breach the Formation from the outside to affect the match. Its very purpose was to prevent interference.
Yet this Saint Heir, seemingly without effort, had sohow made Spiritual Energy bypass the Formation and stop Ye Qingchen's attack, all from his seat on the high platform.
Just how strong is this Saint Heir?
The Saint Heir landed on the arena. He glanced at Huan Yuehua lying on the ground like a dead dog and shook his head. Then, with a faint smile, he spoke to Ye Qingchen, "You're quite interesting. First, you defeated Li Rui, and then you defeated Huan Xinghe. Both my dogs have been humiliated by you. However, This Holy Son does not plan to pursue the matter. You may leave now."
Ye Qingchen shook his head firmly. The chance to kill his mother's murderer with his own hands was right before his eyes; how could he willingly give up? Even knowing the Saint Heir was formidable, Ye Qingchen was no pushover.
Still, he decided to try diplomacy before force. "Saint Heir, Huan Yuehua and I agreed to a match in the life-and-death arena. Our fates were to be our own. Are you planning to disregard the continent's rules and interfere?"
Ye Qingchen's words made the Saint Heir burst out laughing, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
The Saint Heir looked at Ye Qingchen with amusent. "Rules? Rules are made for the weak. Let
enlighten you: in my presence, This Holy Son *is* the rule! Don't think you're invincible just because you defeated a few pieces of trash. In the eyes of This Holy Son, you're no different from an ant."
Ye Qingchen sneered back, "Since the Saint Heir has no regard for the continent's rules, then I won't hold back either."
After speaking, Ye Qingchen activated his Dual Pupil Martial Soul at full power. His Willow Wood Martial Soul instantly rged with his body. Simultaneously, he channeled the Heaven-Burning Ancient Jade Spirit Fire into his Qingfeng Sword, ready to attack the Saint Heir at any mont.
The Saint Heir, however, seed unbothered. Looking bored, he even took a folding fan from his robes and began fanning himself leisurely.
Under the observation of his Dual Pupil Martial Soul, Ye Qingchen could see that the fan in the Saint Heir's hand was just an ordinary fan.
To dare underestimate
like this... I'll make him pay the price!
With this thought, Ye Qingchen imdiately launched his most powerful strike, the Wind Blade Sword Technique, slashing toward the Saint Heir.
His attack was even stronger than the one that had defeated Huan Yuehua, yet the Saint Heir simply stood there indifferently, not making a single move.
Naturally, Ye Qingchen wouldn't miss this opportunity. In an instant, the strike from his Wind Blade Sword Technique was poised above the Saint Heir's head. With just a thought, Ye Qingchen could decapitate him.
It was only then that the Saint Heir slowly raised his hand. Without even a trace of Spiritual Energy fluctuation, he t the Wind Blade Sword Technique with that ordinary fan.
CLANG!
The previously unstoppable Wind Blade Sword Technique was deflected upon contact with the fan. Disbelieving, Ye Qingchen relentlessly attacked again with the Wind Blade Sword Technique
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