It was as if an ancient god of colossal stature had crossed the long river of time, taking a single step to appear above the gates of the Cold Wind Sect.
The ancient god chanted a vast, celestial hymn. Its eyes were like blazing suns, and with a wave of its great hand, it reached down to seize what lay before it!
The entire Cold Wind Sect seemed to be nothing more than a speck of dust beneath that great hand. A sky-blotting shadow enveloped everyone present!
In an instant, a fear like the coming of the apocalypse assaulted every person's heart.
Under the god's oppressive might, everyone was like a small boat on a stormy sea, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
There was no astonishing explosion, nor were there any earth-shaking aftershocks.
As the ancient god's great hand descended, everything in the vicinity seemed to be annihilated along with it.
Thunder Shock Palm, Vajra Seal, Nine Nether Pupil Light...
These peerless martial arts, which could dominate a region, came from the hands of three Seventh Layer Spirit Sea Realm experts.
However, beneath that great hand, they all seemed so small and weak.
Without a shred of resistance, the three great martial arts were all annihilated, turning into nothingness.
And the three experts who bore the brunt of the attack, connected to it by their own auras, were instantly struck as if by lightning.
The trio's internal organs trembled violently as they spewed mouthfuls of blood. A look of incredible terror filled their eyes.
"This is impossible?!"
"Could this kid be the reincarnation of an Ancient Demon God? Why... why is he..."
Yan Qiushi didn't even have time to finish his sentence.
Under the Dao rhythm of the ancient god, his entire body vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed.
The Thunder Sound War Buddha and Yang Yan witnessed this firsthand. Both were scared out of their wits and struggled to flee.
"Young Friend Ye, stop!"
"I won't pursue you for my son's death anymore! It was my wretched son who provoked you first—his death was well-deserved! I'm willing to give you all the resources in the Nine Nether Sect's treasury as an apology!!!"
Yang Yan shrieked, his face a mask of terror. Where was the imposing aura of a father seeking revenge for his son now?
"It's too late!"
"I'll be paying a visit to your Nine Nether Sect's treasury! But you won't be leaving here alive today either!"
Ye Chen spoke, his voice now laced with a hint of demonic will.
Surging Evil Qi swirled around him, and his pitch-black eyes pulsed with an eerie light.
"No... NO!!!"
"Yin'Er, what kind of monster did you have to provoke?!"
Yang Yan only had time to let out a blood-curdling scream before his life was extinguished.
Like Yan Qiushi, he turned to nothingness on the spot, under the ancient god's soul-lulling Daoist hymn.
"Ye Chen!"
"If you insist on attacking me, the Vajra Temple will not let you go!"
The Thunder Sound War Buddha was scared witless.
A great, scar-faced warrior like him was now so terrified in front of the boy, who seemed like a Demon God descended upon the mortal world, that he nearly fell to his knees to beg for mercy.
"The Vajra Temple?" Ye Chen sneered.
"The Vajra Temple is the number one sect in Lei Province! Our abbot is an expert who has condensed a Primordial Mansion! You had better think this through!"
The Thunder Sound War Buddha hurriedly said, "If you just let me go this one time, I guarantee that when I return, not only will the Vajra Temple not settle scores with you, we will even ally with you and advance and retreat as one!"
"Even if the provincial government wants to arrest you, with the Vajra Temple stepping in, we can hinder them to some degree! You can still be safe here in Lei Province!"
However, Ye Chen laughed once more.
The disdain and contempt in his smile were even thicker than before!
"The mere provincial government is nothing to fear. Besides, what does the Vajra Temple even amount to? What makes you think your Vajra Temple is qualified to help me?"
"Just like the Nine Nether Sect, I'll be paying a personal visit to the Vajra Temple as well."
"I had no quarrel with your Vajra Temple, yet you dared to send someone after me. You're truly tired of living!"
Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his smile chilling and intimidating.
As the Thunder Sound War Buddha watched in despair, the Cangming Nether Emperor Hand swept over him again. His body instantly rose like dust, dissipating bit by bit until he was gone.
The entire area fell silent.
Three great experts had besieged Ye Chen, and in the end, they all met their doom, their bodies and Daos obliterated.
This nightmarish scene made everyone's hearts tremble, their faces deathly pale!
"How could this be...?"
"This is impossible... IMPOSSIBLE!!!"
Shen Yanyue's hair was disheveled, and the madness in her eyes gave way to waves of despair.
'I tried every means possible, luring experts from three different factions to deal with Ye Chen.'
'It was a situation no one else could have survived, yet Ye Chen resolved it with ease!'
This filled her heart with infinite regret.
'I should never have opposed this terrifying, Demon God-like boy!!!'
However, it was all too late.
Ye Chen lifted his gaze to Shen Yanyue.
He spoke indifferently, his voice like the judgment of a god, pronouncing Shen Yanyue's death sentence on the spot.
"An ant will always be an ant."
"No matter how much you struggle, you can't change a thing."
"You can join them in the underworld!"
As he finished speaking, a mysterious ripple washed over her, and like the others before her, Shen Yanyue turned to nothingness on the spot.
She didn't even make a single move to resist.
Ye Chen's power had completely surpassed her imagination.
In the moments before her death, her will to live was completely overshadowed by her fear of Ye Chen!
"Ye... Saint Heir Ye..."
Mu Shanhong stared blankly at the scene.
Freed from Yang Yan's control, he was at a loss for what to do.
"Yang Yan is dead. You are free now."
"However, with the Righteous Dao on the rampage, I'm afraid that in the eyes of the other prestigious orthodox sects, you've long been colluding with me and have been added to their most-wanted list."
Ye Chen looked at Mu Shanhong and said faintly.
Hearing this, Mu Shanhong gave a bitter smile. "I'm aware of that. But life is unpredictable. Who would have thought I'd end up in such a state?"
"Shen Yanyue is dead. How would you like to be the Sect Leader of this Cold Wind Sect?" Ye Chen said suddenly.
"What? Me, the Sect Leader?" Mu Shanhong was stunned, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"Shen Yanyue was at the same realm as you, the Third Layer of the Spirit Sea Realm."
"If she could do it, there's no reason you can't."
In the eyes of the other members of the Cold Wind Sect, Mu Shanhong was also a victim persecuted by Ye Chen.
After all, both he and Shen Yanyue had been forced by Ye Chen to attack their own disciples.
Therefore, while they were certainly hostile toward Ye Chen, they wouldn't necessarily feel the same way about Mu Shanhong.
"You can't go back to the Nine Nether Sect anyway."
"With Yang Yan dead, the various factions within the Nine Nether Sect will be fighting openly and covertly. I don't think you'd be able to win against them."
"You might as well stay here. As the strongest expert in the Cold Wind Sect, they won't dare to defy you."
Hearing Ye Chen's explanation, Mu Shanhong felt it made a lot of sense.
"Then I suppose I'll stay at the Cold Wind Sect for now."
'He also understood in his heart that if he listened to Ye Chen and tried to take over the Cold Wind Sect, he would likely be bound to Ye Chen's dark path for good.'