Ye Chen's rage was boundless. He and Zhou Qingyue were betrothed, yet she had secretly been intimate with another disciple.
Now that she thought his cultivation was crippled, she had immediately broken off their engagement to curry favor with someone else.
Ye Chen had long since reached the end of his patience!
The killing intent in Zhou Qingyue's eyes made him cast aside his last shred of hesitation!
As a violent surge of Evil Qi erupted from him, Ye Chen's fist, carrying a peerless force, shot ferociously toward Zhou Qingyue!
"How dare you cause trouble in my Cold Wind Sect! Ye Chen, you have a death wish!"
Zhou Qingyue's face was like frost as she unleashed the full might of her aura—Ninth-Layer Blood Coagulation Realm.
She had known the Luoyun Sect's secrets for a long time, so she had always treated her engagement to Ye Chen as a complete joke.
Ye Chen might have once been hailed as a prodigy, basking in glory, but in the end, he was just a pawn secretly groomed by the Luoyun Sect.
Once the time was right, he was meant to have his very essence and cultivation sacrificed, turning him into a useless cripple.
Seeing Ye Chen's attack ruin the budding alliance between the Cold Wind Sect and the Nine Nether Sect, Zhou Qingyue's killing intent flared. Her longsword left its sheath as a streak of sword light lanced straight at him.
BOOM!
A shockwave swept through the entire grand hall.
The weaker disciples could barely stay on their feet. They staggered backward, looks of pure shock on their faces.
"How is this possible?!"
"His power... it actually seems a bit stronger than the Saintess's?"
As the Cold Wind Sect disciples stared in shocked disbelief, Zhou Qingyue fell from the billowing dust cloud like a kite with a severed string, spraying blood as she crashed to the ground.
"You…"
She clutched her heaving chest, struggling to get up.
Her eyes, fixed on Ye Chen, were filled with utter terror!
'She never imagined that not only was Ye Chen's cultivation intact, but he was even stronger than before!'
Ye Chen remained expressionless. With a flick of his finger, a dark purple light bloomed at the tip.
"No!" Zhou Qingyue watched helplessly as the dark purple light shot into her Dantian. Her face instantly turned deathly pale.
'Her cultivation... was crippled!!!'
"Weren't you two so eager to get together?"
"It's perfect. Two cripples can be a pair of star-crossed lovers. Not bad at all."
Ye Chen clasped his hands behind his back, his expression impassive.
Both Zhou Qingyue and Yang Yin glared at Ye Chen, their faces twisted with venomous hatred.
As a Saintess and a Saint Heir, they had fallen from heaven into hell. Without their cultivation, it was only a matter of time before their sects abandoned them!
"Ye Chen!"
Just then, Shen Yanyue could no longer sit still.
As the Sect Leader of the Cold Wind Sect, how could she maintain her dignity when a mere junior had stormed her sect and caused a scene in public?
What's more, he had crippled the Cold Wind Sect's own Saintess!
His sheer audacity left her both shocked and enraged. She rose slowly to her feet, her eyes filled with a chilling killing intent.
"Sect Leader Shen."
Just then, Mu Shanhong also walked over slowly to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Shen Yanyue.
His expression was grim. "This brat publicly crippled my Nine Nether Sect's Saint Heir and ruined our reputation! Please hand him over to me. I will make him understand the meaning of a fate worse than death!"
"I'm afraid I cannot," Shen Yanyue replied, her tone ice-cold. "Letting him off without a few centuries of torture would be far too lenient."
"Very well." Mu Shanhong did not argue. He nodded. "Let's subdue him first! Then you can torture him for a decade, and we'll come and collect him. We'll take turns torturing him—only then will the hatred in my heart be sated!"
"Agreed," Shen Yanyue replied.
They spoke casually, as if Ye Chen was of no consequence whatsoever.
Hearing this, the disciples weren't surprised at all. Instead, a sense of faint anticipation began to stir among them.
As the Sect Leader of the Cold Wind Sect—one of the three great sects of Lei Province—Shen Yanyue had already reached the Spirit Sea Realm many years ago.
This world was cruel and dangerous, with a strict hierarchy. The gap in power between each Great Realm was immense.
With a powerhouse of the Spirit Sea Realm making a move, Ye Chen was surely doomed.
But Ye Chen acted as if he hadn't heard the exchange between Shen Yanyue and Mu Shanhong. He simply asked, "Where is Xu Yingwu? Where has your sect hidden him?"
"You're at death's door, and you still have the mind to worry about someone else?"
Shen Yanyue laughed, her fury palpable. "I don't know how, you little bastard, but your cultivation wasn't crippled!"
"But a mere Blood Coagulation Realm Cultivator has no right to act so presumptuously in my Cold Wind Sect!"
With that, she struck!
A terrifying aura instantly filled the entire grand hall!
At that moment, it wasn't just the disciples who felt the crushing pressure; even many of the Cold Wind Sect's higher-ups felt as if they were suffocating!
And yet, as they gazed at Shen Yanyue, their eyes burned with a fervent, fanatical light.
'How many years has it been? They could finally see their Sect Leader take action once more!'
"Sect Leader! You must... you must avenge me!"
Zhou Qingyue gritted her teeth, her gaze fixed on Ye Chen, dripping with venomous hatred.
She couldn't wait to see the Sect Leader strike Ye Chen down, forcing him to his knees to beg for mercy!
The vast phantom of a Spiritual Sea materialized behind Shen Yanyue. Her robes billowed violently as a Palm Seal, radiating an astonishing aura and resembling a towering mountain, smashed straight down toward Ye Chen!
'So, this is a Spirit Sea Realm Cultivator?'
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. After cultivating the "World-Shaking Record of the Demon God," his perception had become exceptionally sharp.
He could tell with a single glance that Shen Yanyue was at the Third Layer of the Spirit Sea Realm.
Anyone else facing an opponent an entire Great Realm above them would have been scared witless long ago.
But Ye Chen was different.
The ancient demonic divine art, complemented by his Chaos Five Elements Body, worked in perfect synergy to amplify his combat prowess to an incredible degree!
Below the Spirit Sea Realm, he was invincible! Even against those above it, he could still hold his own!!!
A phantom of the Demon God rapidly materialized behind him, and Ye Chen seemed to merge with it, his entire body enveloped in a shroud of roiling Evil Qi.
He didn't retreat. Instead, he charged straight up to meet the descending Palm Seal and threw a punch!
BOOM!
BOOM!
A series of violent explosions erupted one after another in the air above the grand hall.
At this moment, the Cold Wind Sect's magnificent main hall finally gave way, exploding with a deafening roar and collapsing into a pile of rubble.
"Such a powerful aura!"
"Sect Leader Shen's power has actually improved again!"
Mu Shanhong waved his hand, dispersing the shockwave. His expression was rather grave.
'But he quickly relaxed. With Shen Yanyue taking action, no matter how arrogant Ye Chen was, he couldn't possibly cause any more trouble, could he?'
Soon, the dust settled, and the scene was revealed to all.
Instantly, everyone was dumbfounded.