Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Chapter 611 - 614: Crush Them All

Ye Qingchen had no intention of provoking this group of Alchemists.

However.

He underestimated the evil in human nature.

These Alchemists, for the sake of profit, actually teamed up against him. Although it was clear that Bai Mu was manipulating everything behind the scenes, these Alchemists willingly became his lackeys.

As the saying goes, "If others do not offend me, I will not offend them."

But now the others had already come to his door.

Ye Qingchen naturally had no plans to show mercy!

"Boom!"

As Ye Qingchen pointed a finger, it landed on Cheng Tong’s giant sword. In the void of Martial City, a terrifying thunderous explosion echoed. Moreover, a dense and powerful white mist suddenly erupted from Ye Qingchen’s finger.

Like a giant cloud ring, the smoke swiftly swept in all directions, turning into a stormy tidal wave. The surrounding stone slabs on the ground could not withstand this horrifying force, shattering inch by inch into dust.

The people in Martial City were instantly thrown into a tsunami, violently flung away.

There was no time to get up.

At this moment, everyone hastily looked forward and witnessed an astonishing scene:

The giant sword, with its boundless sword light that seemed capable of slicing through anything, suddenly stopped in mid-air. No matter how hard Cheng Tong tried, he could not make the sword edge advance another inch.

Blocking that giant sword was a finger as intricately carved as jade.

"Clang!"

Under the gaze of countless shocked eyes,

the giant sword, capable of cleaving Mount Tai and severing rivers, unexpectedly snapped into two pieces. At the same time, Cheng Tong, whose cultivation was at the Celestial Venerable Seventh Layer, shuddered all over and spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

The entire person was sent flying by the residual force of that single finger, crashing into the crowd. Upon landing, he rolled out dozens of yards.

"How is this possible?"

The crowd buzzed with astonishment.

Everyone looked at Ye Qingchen with disbelief.

"Isn’t this guy an Alchemist?"

"How could he have such a high cultivation? He just blasted Cheng Tong away with one finger?"

"Dual Cultivation of Pills and Martial Arts? How is this possible?"

You should know.

Whether it’s Alchemy or cultivation, both require a tremendous amount of time and effort. Even if someone chooses just one, it is extremely arduous. Even a genius practicing both would have to spend multiple times the effort, making it hardly worth the effort.

Therefore.

Dual Cultivation of Pills and Martial Arts has always been known, but no one truly pursued it.

As the crowd reeled in shock.

You could see.

Ye Qingchen had stepped forward, directly confronting the oncoming Cultivators. Facing dozens of Cultivators at once, he showed no signs of anxiety, with one hand behind his back, walking as leisurely as if strolling in a garden!

"Kill!"

With a roar, a Cultivator lunged from the left. He was even larger than Cheng Tong, almost like a humanoid beast, wielding a windmill-like battle axe in his hands.

As he charged at Ye Qingchen, he swung his arms in a circle, the battle axe creating a fierce shadow and accompanied by gusts of fierce wind, rushing forward. As the enormous battle axe swept across, flames burned on its surface, causing the surrounding temperature to increase several times over, like roaring flames.

Boom!

Instantly.

Within Martial City.

Countless wooden objects spontaneously combusted, with endless waves of fire surging up!

"Gu Han has made his move!"

Bai Mu’s eyes lit up.

These Cultivators were all hired by him at a high price as a precaution. After all, being an Alchemist himself, he had connections, and the other party surely had theirs too.

Although Gu Han’s cultivation was only at the Celestial Venerable Sixth Layer, with his Innate Divine Power, when exerting his full strength, even a Celestial Venerable Seventh Layer expert must avoid his sharp edge!

And Gu Han had the same confidence in his axe, believing that even if Ye Qingchen were made of steel, this axe of his would split him in half on the spot!

However.

What he did not expect was.

Ye Qingchen stood there unmoving, letting the axe strike his body. Just a "clang" was heard, sparks flew, and Ye Qingchen did not budge an inch. Not even a white mark was left on his body beneath his clothes.

"How is this possible?"

Gu Han almost bit his tongue off in disbelief, eyes wide with incredulity. Someone actually used their body to withstand his battle axe? Was their physique harder than the axe itself?

However, he didn’t have time to ponder over it, as Ye Qingchen had already raised his hand to counter with a punch.

"Not good!"

Gu Han swung his huge axe horizontally in front of him, trying to block Ye Qingchen’s punch.

"Crack!!"

A sharp cracking sound was heard.

His battle axe, under that punch, seemed as fragile as paper, easily penetrated. In the incredulous gazes of the onlookers, the axe even pierced through his chest!

Gu Han didn’t even have the chance to scream before he was killed instantly on the spot.

Immediately after.

Ye Qingchen flicked his finger, and a streak of finger force shot out, directly piercing the head of a cultivator who was descending from the sky, crashing him dozens of yards away.

Then he raised his right hand and gently slapped forward, striking down a cultivator who charged at him like a hunting leopard, smashing him into the ground, reducing even the corpse to dust.

Afterward, he stepped forward, slashed with two fingers, and a sword light swept through. A shadow was instantly split in two, blood raining down on the ground.

In the astonished eyes of the crowd, Ye Qingchen was almost like a god.

He advanced with his hands behind his back, each move effortlessly claiming a life. No matter how high the cultivation level of those present was, how they exploded with energy, or how they used secret techniques, no one could halt Ye Qingchen’s slightest step!

"How can this kid be so powerful?"

Bai Mu’s eyes were filled with fear.

He never thought this kid would be so powerful. He thought with himself and a few alchemists from Martial City, crushing such a young lad would be an easy task.

But the scene before him had far exceeded his expectations.

As for the other alchemists present, they nearly lost the ability to speak at this moment, simply staring at the scene before them in stunned silence. The cultivators present were already the strongest they had invited.

But now, these people were being slaughtered like chickens and dogs, almost without any power to fight back in front of this young man.

And where Ye Qingchen walked, the path behind him had already turned into a trail of blood, littered with corpses!

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Ye Qingchen stepped forward, his green robe spotless, without a trace of blood or dust. By this time, nearly nine-tenths of the cultivators were gone, unable to halt his advance.

"Mr. Ye..."

Bai Mu’s face was ashen, calling out in a trembling voice.

But Ye Qingchen ignored him, continuing to walk towards Bai Mu and the alchemists present.

"Stop, stop right there! If you take another step, don’t blame us for being rude!" A cultivator next to Bai Mu trembled as he held his sword. Yet he tried to muster his courage, shouting at Ye Qingchen with a voice that was more bravado than conviction.

"Noisy!"

Ye Qingchen remained impassive, flicking his finger directly.

A sharp finger force blasted into the man’s head, and before anyone could react, the cultivator’s head was already pierced through.

"How dare you?"

Another cultivator, eyes wide with rage, clenched his fists and gripped his long sword, True Qi surging, ready to strike. But Ye Qingchen didn’t even look at him, flicking his finger once more.

Instantly, the cultivator didn’t even have the chance to scream before his head was penetrated.

The crowd fell silent.

"Who else?"

Ye Qingchen slowly withdrew his right hand.

His gaze swept over the remaining cultivators, asking lightly.

Boom!

Under this gaze, the last trace of fighting spirit was utterly crushed in the remaining cultivators, leaving only endless cold fear in their hearts.

Only the sounds of ’clang’, ’clang’ were heard.

It was seen.

These cultivators could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts, and they all knelt down, having lost the courage to face Ye Qingchen. At this moment, Ye Qingchen stepped forward once more, arriving in front of Bai Mu, asking with a faint smile:

"Now, do you still want me to leave Martial City?"

In that instant.

Bai Mu’s face turned pale, like mourning the loss of parents.