The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 57: The Whereabouts of the Infinite Iron

Everyone looked at the scene fearfully, their faces showing expressions of disbelief.

An even more terrifying scene unfolded, as the shattered objects gathered together, merging onto the black palm seal.

The black palm seal instantly doubled in size!

If this palm were to fall, it would surely crush a car!

Let alone a mortal body!

Is this the power of the White-faced Buddha?

A seemingly light palm with such might?

"Controlling objects with the mind, that’s a technique of the Spirit Master!"

"What a Spiritual and Martial Dual Cultivation!"

"No wonder it’s the White-faced Buddha! This kid is going to be smashed into pulp!"

The crowd exclaimed.

In the blink of an eye, the black palm seal crashed down like covering the sky and the earth.

Zhao Yiran and others even closed their eyes, unwilling to witness the tragic scene.

"Get lost!"

But suddenly, they heard Ye Qingtian shouting, and the black palm seal shattered, exploding in mid-air and dispersing into nothingness.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The White-faced Buddha staggered back several steps to steady himself, his chest heaving with surging energy and blood,

Shocked!

The audience was shocked!

"Huh? Sound Wave Technique? I didn’t expect you, kid, to be a Martial Arts Dao member, no wonder you’re so arrogant!"

The White-faced Buddha exclaimed.

The entire venue was immediately stunned.

Zheng Chengxin and others didn’t expect Ye Qingtian to be a Martial Artist?

"To take this move, he must at least be an Early-Stage Martial Form Martial Artist!"

An expert from the Zheng Family analyzed.

"Hiss! So terrifying!"

Everyone gasped.

"But what if you are in the Martial Form Realm? Let me show you the power of a Spirit Master! Nine Nether Demon Buddha Slash!"

The White-faced Buddha shouted.

Instantly, a peculiar atmosphere pervaded the conference hall, terrifying black evil energy swirling around the White-faced Buddha.

"Whizzing sounds..."

Countless knives flew out from all directions, shooting towards Ye Qingtian like lightning.

Like bullets, they tore through the air, leaving long white trails, the fierce wind whistling, unbeatable.

The experts from various families realized that these flying knives were actually the weapons on their bodies.

The White-faced Buddha’s Spirit Technique had reached a level of doing as he pleased and taking objects from a distance!

The speed of the flying knives was fast like lightning, undoubtedly comparable to bullets.

"The White-faced Buddha’s move is probably uncatchable for even a Late-Stage Martial Form; a Mid-Stage Martial Form could only be instantly killed!"

"This kid at the Early-Stage Martial Form has no chance to fight!"

"But it’s a shame! So young, he’s already at the Martial Form Realm, a martial arts prodigy!"

...

A dozen flying knives suddenly came, instantly overwhelming Ye Qingtian.

"Clang! Clang!"

"Clang! Clang!"

...

But in the next moment, a sharp sound of metal clashing pierced everyone’s eardrums.

Then, they witnessed an unbelievable scene—

The flying knives seemed to strike granite, completely unable to penetrate Ye Qingtian’s body.

"Huh? He’s also an External Body Training Martial Artist?"

Everyone was astonished, their hearts nearly jumping out.

"Crack!"

...

An even more terrifying scene occurred; the weapons that were bounced off exploded into powder in mid-air, vanishing into thin air.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Including the White-faced Buddha.

"No! You’re also a Spirit Master! A Metal Element Spirit Master!"

The White-faced Buddha exclaimed.

The weapons of these martial artists were all made of Refined Steel, shattering instantly; it could only be by Martial King cultivation or a Metal Element Spirit Master.

"What? Not only an External Body Training Martial Artist? But also a Spirit Master?"

Especially Zheng Chengxin, who was already an expert at the Martial Master Realm.

He considered himself among the top ten, even the top five, of the young generation in the Northwest.

The White-faced Buddha and other experts praised him as a genius seen once in decades, who could advance to Martial Form, even Martial King, given time.

But now Ye Qingtian, who was younger than him, was such a monster!

Not only an External Body Training Martial Artist but also a Spirit Master.

This made him intensely jealous!

"Kid, I admit you’re monstrous enough, you have a place among the geniuses of the young generation in the Northwest! But you just had to encounter me! Today, I will slay a genius!"

The White-faced Buddha sneered, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Not good!"

But as the White-faced Buddha’s voice fell, his body seemed to be confined, unable to move.

"Boom!"

A violent suction force exuded, Ye Qingtian seemed like a black hole, devouring everything, and the White-faced Buddha was drawn to Ye Qingtian’s front.

This scene shocked everyone present!

What kind of technique is this?

Telekinetic absorption?

The White-faced Buddha was actually drawn away!

Ye Qingtian used the Netherworld Forbidden Technique from the Ten Forbidden Techniques to search the White-faced Buddha’s memory.

"Infinite Iron comes from Demon Island?"

Ye Qingtian murmured to himself.

"Don’t kill me..."

The White-faced Buddha called out in plea.

"I told you, couldn’t you just answer obediently?"

"No! No..."

The White-faced Buddha let out a miserable scream.

"Bang!"

The next second, a loud explosion was heard, and the White-faced Buddha’s body exploded, turning into a mist of blood and shattering.

The unbelievable bloody scene shocked everyone on the scene.

The previously noisy and tumultuous conference hall suddenly quieted down to the point where a pin drop could be heard.

Zheng Chengxin, who had been waiting for Ye Qingtian’s death, turned pale, cold sweat pouring out: "Impossible! This is impossible! It must be an illusion? How could he kill the White-faced Buddha?"

He couldn’t accept this brutal reality.

Ye Qingtian, who was younger than him, could actually instantly kill the White-faced Buddha?

Doesn’t that mean his cultivation is very close to the Martial King?

"Bang!"

"Ah...my foot!"

A weapon of a Martial Arts expert fell to the ground, hitting his foot, invoking a cry of pain.

The heads of various families were still pretending to be calm, but their trembling bodies betrayed their internal shock.

Kang Juntao and his son gulped down a few mouthfuls of saliva, their faces full of bloodstain splashed from the explosion of the White-faced Buddha.

Chen Zhenhai, who always viewed Ye Qingtian unfavorably, was struck dumb, nearly losing his sanity, unable to accept this brutal fact.

As for Zhao Yiran, covering her mouth, she only felt a chill down her spine.

Her heart alarmed: How can he be so strong? Able to instantly kill even the White-faced Buddha?

Who is he really? How many secrets does he still hide?

"Do you know where Demon Island is?"

Ye Qingtian’s voice suddenly filled the venue, pulling everyone back to reality.

"Demon Island? Never heard of it!"

Everyone shook their heads.

Ye Qingtian’s face showed a hint of disappointment, it seemed the White-faced Buddha only heard of it, but didn’t know its location.

Ye Qingtian turned to Kang Juntao and his son, smiled, and said: "I already said, they are like ants to me!"

"Yes, yes, yes, the King, the great King of Atlantis..."

Kang Juntao’s lips trembled.

"King of Atlantis? Could it be you are the one who’s been moving across the Western Dark World?"

Over the years, Zheng Chengxin had been abroad, naturally hearing about Ye Qingtian.

"What do you think?"

"So, it was the King’s arrival!"

Zheng Chengxin was so scared he almost knelt to the ground.

"By the way, didn’t you just say to form an alliance? Then form an alliance."

Ye Qingtian said indifferently.

While many were still hesitating, Zheng Jianfeng immediately said: "We follow the King’s orders! The thirteen clans wish to form an alliance, serving the King!"

This being was more terrifying than the White-faced Buddha; why would the Zheng Family pass up this opportunity?

"The Liang Family is willing!"

"The Peng Family is willing!"

"The Hou Family is willing!"

...

Members of the thirteen clans expressed willingness.

Zheng Chengxin declared: "The first task after my alliance is formed is to help the King locate the Demon Island!"

"We are willing to do our utmost!"

The crowd cheered in unison.

"From now on, the King shall be the Alliance Leader!"

Zheng Chengxin announced, no one dared to challenge that.

Ye Qingtian’s gaze suddenly fell on Zheng Chengxin and a few others, causing their hearts to skip a beat.