Yang Yin's voice wasn't loud, yet it was so full of vigor that it carried throughout the entire hall.
Immediately, a wave of mocking gazes focused on Ye Chen.
The disciples of the Cold Wind Sect all knew they were in for a good show.
"To think you'd still be shamelessly clinging to me at a time like this. You're really asking for death!"
Seeing that Yang Yin was about to stand up for her, Zhou Qingyue couldn't help but look a little smug.
Ye Chen frowned, looking coldly at Yang Yin. "And who are you?"
"Hm?"
Ye Chen's words were far from polite. Yang Yin raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Come here and kneel obediently. I can overlook your rudeness."
It was easy to see that Zhou Qingyue truly despised Ye Chen.
Thus, he planned to thoroughly humiliate Ye Chen to win her favor.
It was also a chance to show off in front of Zhou Qingyue.
After all, not long ago he had boasted that he would make Ye Chen kneel before him.
Ye Chen gave Yang Yin a cool glance.
He recognized the man's attire; the youth before him was clearly from the Nine Nether Sect.
Ye Chen slowly walked up to Yang Yin.
Seeing how obedient Ye Chen was, Zhou Qingyue scoffed, "I didn't realize you were so spineless."
Yang Yin wore a faint smile, looking calm and nonchalant.
Ye Chen's cooperation made him feel quite pleased with himself.
Amidst the surrounding gazes filled with derision, Ye Chen came to a stop before Yang Yin.
With his hands behind his back, he looked down on Yang Yin, who was still seated, and suddenly grinned.
"Just what do you think you are? You dare tell me to kneel?"
With that, Ye Chen struck out with his palm, terrifying power surging through his meridians!
"Insolent!"
Yang Yin cried out in shock and anger. He had never imagined that Ye Chen would actually dare to attack him.
"A mere cripple like you dares to attack me? You don't know your own limits!"
The aura of the Eighth Layer of Blood Condensation burst forth. In his fury, Yang Yin had no intention of holding back; with a wave of his palm, he intended to kill Ye Chen on the spot.
"It's over! Young Master Yang is truly furious this time!"
"That kid is really asking for it. Even if he survives, he's going to lose more than just a layer of skin!"
The onlookers sneered.
"BOOM!"
A dull thud echoed solidly through the hall.
The aftershock turned into a boundless wave of energy, spreading out in all directions.
However, amidst the spreading wave of energy, the scene the crowd had imagined failed to materialize.
Instead, it was Yang Yin who coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, even denting the wall behind him with the impact.
"This... how is this possible?!" As the crowd came to their senses, their faces changed dramatically.
"Yang Yin!"
Shen Yanyue's expression faltered.
Beside them, Mu Shanhong's expression darkened. He leaped forward, landing at Yang Yin's side.
"Elder Mu... I... I'm fine..."
Yang Yin struggled to his feet. He looked at Ye Chen's impassive face, his heart filled with nothing but boundless humiliation and shock.
'How is this a cripple with no cultivation?'
'I must have been played by that bitch Zhou Qingyue!'
Rage boiled in Yang Yin's heart, and a murderous aura exploded from him.
In any case, he had already made his threats.
Moreover, to be sent flying by Ye Chen in front of so many people... he had been utterly disgraced!
Before he settled his score with Zhou Qingyue, he first had to kill this bastard, Ye Chen!
"Kid, you really hide your strength well!"
"I was careless with that last strike!"
Yang Yin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression terrifyingly sinister. "This time, however, your luck has run out."
A surging wave of Spiritual Power erupted from his entire body.
A cyan phantom seemed to materialize behind him as waves of a powerful aura swept through the hall.
"That's the Nine Nether Skill! It's an advanced Cultivation Technique that only Inner Sect Disciples of the Nine Nether Sect can practice!"
"Once mastered, one can embody the Nine Nethers, and their combat prowess will far exceed that of others in the same realm!"
The many disciples of the Cold Wind Sect were utterly terrified by the aura fluctuating from Yang Yin's body.
This time, even if Ye Chen's cultivation hadn't been crippled, he was sure to be killed on the spot!
"Nine Nether Fist!" Yang Yin's face glowed with confidence. He knew just how powerful this technique was!
"Insignificant tricks. Does a mayfly truly dream of shaking a colossal tree?"
Ye Chen sneered, and an even more enormous phantom materialized behind him.
The phantom was the size of a mountain, its pair of blood-red pupils like two blazing suns. At first glance, its towering body seemed too large for the entire hall to contain!
Ye Chen frantically activated the World-Shaking Record of the Demon God, and even his eyes seemed to glint with a ferocious light.
"BOOM!"
After another clash, the expression on Yang Yin's face froze before turning deathly pale.
Just a moment ago, he felt as though a Demon God had thrown a punch. A thick Evil Qi had swept over and enveloped him, eroding his very flesh and blood. Waves of unbearable, intense pain left him almost unable to speak.
The scene left everyone present stunned into a trance.
A deathly silence descended upon the hall. No one could have predicted that events would take such a turn.
"Wait... my Dantian..."
Yang Yin's face suddenly contorted. He discovered that the Evil Qi in his body had corroded his Dantian.
"DAMN IT! YOU CRIPPLED MY CULTIVATION?!!"
Hearing Yang Yin's heart-wrenching scream, the crowd could no longer remain calm.
"What? How is that possible?" Mu Shanhong rushed to Yang Yin's side. After a careful examination, his heart went cold.
'The number one genius of this generation of their Nine Nether Sect... was crippled just like that?'
"Ye Chen, I never thought your cultivation wasn't crippled!"
"But why did you need to cripple Yang Yin's cultivation just to show off in front of me?"
"Do you realize the catastrophe you've caused?"
A fragrant scent wafted by as Zhou Qingyue flew to a stop before Ye Chen, her eyes filled with a mixture of shock and killing intent.
"Enough nonsense!"
Ye Chen looked at Zhou Qingyue and attacked in the very next instant.
"You bitch! You can go to hell with him!"