Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Chapter 591 - 594: Who’s Next?

Zhang Yucheng was actually crushed to death with a single step?

This was something no one could have anticipated, and even Zhao Qian couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

"Is this for real?"

The crowd at the scene was utterly shocked.

In their eyes, Ye Qingchen was merely at the Celestial Venerable Third Layer, with slight talent at best, but still a notch below Zhang Yucheng. Yet, who would have thought that with one move, he would stomp Zhang Yucheng to death.

Zhao Mo, in particular, was stunned on the spot.

’He actually dared to kill Zhang Yucheng?’

In Zhao Mo’s view, gathering people to deal with Ye Qingchen was like a tiger hunting a rabbit, an effortless endeavor.

It was likely that Ye Qingchen wouldn’t even have the chance to counterattack before being killed. Yet, Zhao Mo never expected Ye Qingchen to be so ruthless and decisive, killing without any hesitation.

"This is a huge trouble! That’s the precious son of the City Lord of Thunderstorm... How could the City Lord of Thunderstorm just let this go after his death!"

Zhou Hai was on the verge of tears.

He had already known that things today wouldn’t end easily, but he never expected them to spiral into such a dire situation.

"Little bastard, you court death!"

After a brief moment of shock, a roar came, and a figure was about to descend from the void. It was Zhang Yucheng’s guard, who wanted to act upon seeing the Young Master being killed!

Zhao Qian, Zhang Yucheng, and others were not weak in their cultivation, and given their background, no one dared to attack them. The guards had been standing cheerfully in the shadows, but who could have expected this scene to occur.

Bang!

A figure appeared in the void, thin and with a face like a chiseled blade, like a sleek leopard. He was Zhang Yucheng’s guard, Zhang Wenjie!

"Boy, who gave you the guts to kill my Young Master?"

Zhang Wenjie roared with overwhelming pressure that swept across the area like Mount Tai crashing down.

With Celestial Venerable Seventh Layer’s cultivation, he was extremely fierce, causing everyone by the river to change their expressions. The weaker ones trembled, nearly unable to stand. Even Zhao Qian and the others felt a surge in pressure.

Yet, Ye Qingchen was unfazed, as if he were enjoying a gentle breeze.

"Killed, and that’s that. If you aren’t satisfied, come and meet your death too!"

Ye Qingchen calmly said.

Inside, his Qi Blood surged, like volcanic magma continuously accumulating. After a month of healing, his state had not only been restored to peak but even surpassed the day he fought Du Di.

With just a step away from the threshold, he could enter the Celestial Venerable Fourth Layer. Even without the lotus seed, a fierce battle was all he needed!

"Courting death!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenjie became even more furious, stepping forward to crush this arrogant boy.

At this moment.

Zhao Qian suddenly spoke:

"Zhang Wenjie, there’s no need for you to act. Leave this boy to us!"

"That’s right, Zhang Yucheng was my close friend. His death at this boy’s hands cannot go unavenged, or I will never find peace in this life," Shi Yiming said coldly.

"This is a battle among us young ones, naturally, we’ll solve it ourselves!"

Gong Wenqing said.

Be mindful.

Zhao Qian and his comrades are descendants of prominent families, considering themselves unparalleled geniuses. Though not as remarkable as Tuoba Ye or Wu Xingyun, they are extremely proud. How could they allow a guard to step in? It would imply their incompetence if so many of them couldn’t handle Ye Qingchen.

If word got out, wouldn’t it make them a laughingstock?

"Fine!"

Though extremely unwilling, Zhang Wenjie eventually turned around and faded into the background.

Ye Qingchen stood there with a calm demeanor, showing slight regret at Zhang Wenjie stepping back. With his current strength, only those at the Celestial Venerable Seventh Layer could make him wary.

Once he enters the Fourth Layer, he would not fear Zhang Wenjie either.

"Who among you wants to die first? Or do you want to come at me all together?"

Ye Qingchen nonchalantly said.

"Ye Qingchen, don’t be arrogant. Zhang Yucheng had just entered the Celestial Venerable Fourth Layer, and was killed because of his carelessness. Do you really think your strength can overwhelm us all?"

Shi Yiming said coldly.

"Clang!"

As he spoke, his right hand twirled, forming a seal.

The sound of a sword rang out, and an ancient sword behind him unsheathed with a clang. Once in hand, Shi Yiming’s aura surged rapidly, yet he did not rush to attack but stood still.

At this moment, Circulation Spiritual Qi seemed to be drawn, pouring in rolling surges.

"This is the ’Moonlight Sword Technique’ from the City Lord of Bright Moon, a Celestial Tier Middle Grade Sword Technique. Once executed, the sword shadows fill the sky, leaving no room for escape. This boy is doomed!"

Zhao Qian folded his arms, a cold smile on his face.

The crowd instantly became wary.

Celestial Tier Middle Grade Sword Technique! They hadn’t expected Shi Yiming to have mastered such sophisticated swordsmanship. Many people immediately lost hope for Ye Qingchen.

Especially Zhao Mo.

Earlier, he had been frustrated over Ye Qingchen’s impressive display and the killing of Zhang Yucheng. But now, seeing Shi Yiming’s overwhelmingly powerful aura, he became cheerful again.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

As the words fell.

Shi Yiming lifted his long sword and, with a flicker of his body, suddenly split into hundreds of figures. The crowd looked up to see the sky filled with Shi Yiming’s images.

Everywhere was filled with raging Sword Qi!

"What bizarre swordsmanship!"

The riverside crowd was transfixed.

If they faced this sword strike, they’d certainly be at a loss, not even knowing where the true body was.

"Is this the power of Celestial Venerable Fourth Layer?"

Many gasped.

’How will he handle this?’

They all wondered, turning their gaze to Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen stood there casually, seemingly unprepared.

"He’s doomed! This Bright Moon Sword Technique, once executed, is unfathomable even to Ghost and God. With his cultivation, he can’t pinpoint Shi Yiming’s true body among the hundreds of figures!" Gong Wenqing sneered.

But before he could finish, his smile froze.

In the crowd’s incredulous gaze.

Ye Qingchen stepped out gracefully and gently reached out with a finger pointing forward!

This seemingly light and insignificant gesture caused those countless figures to disappear like snow under the blazing sun!

All things fabricated, akin to dream and illusion!

In an instant.

Above the heavens, Shi Yiming’s true form was revealed.

"Not good!"

Shi Yiming was terrified, but it was too late to escape. In his horrified gaze, Ye Qingchen’s finger gently tapped the tip of his sword.

"Crack!"

The dignified Celestial-grade Lower-grade Spirit Sword shattered from the tip, fracturing inch by inch. In the end, it struck Shi Yiming’s chest!

"Boom!"

A dull sound echoed.

Unable to withstand the terrifying force, Shi Yiming’s chest was penetrated, he flew backward, dead even before hitting the ground.

One finger to shatter all techniques!

One finger to crush the Heaven Sword!

One finger to kill Celestial Venerable!

As everyone’s expressions drastically changed, Ye Qingchen slowly crossed his arms and said indifferently:

"Who’s next?"