A faint sigh came from the void. It seemed to be mixed with helplessness and vicissitudes.
Suddenly, layers of vitality clouds covered the sky and earth, sweeping with an endless pressure.
The clouds seemed to stir heaven and earth as a dazzling light soared into the sky from the depths of Purple Cap Mountain, penetrating everything in the world.
Then, under everyone’s gaze, a figure sat cross-legged in the clouds. He sat there like a god, refining and opening on his own, and strange phenomena kept appearing.
It was this seemingly ordinary figure that made everyone present feel a terrifying power.
He was Purple Cap Mountain’s patriarch—Zi Qingcang!
He was also the only remaining saint in the Kunlun Ruins since the great calamity 500 years ago. If Ye Chen had not killed the five supreme sect masters consecutively, he would probably not have known about this existence until now.
“Is this the power of a saint?”
Countless people held their breath.
However, Ye Chen’s expression remained the same. He stepped into the clouds with a flash and looked at the figure 300 meters away.
The figure was dressed in white. He looked like a fourteen-year-old boy, but he had white hair and wrinkles. His eyes were deep, as if they could pierce through the world.
“Fellow, you came after all!”
A deep helplessness appeared in Zi Qingcang’s eyes as he said, “I know why you’re here!”
“Do you?”
Ye Chen was slightly stunned. He then came to a realization, “Since you know why I’m here, how dare you show yourself and fight me? Do you think I can’t kill you even if you’re injured?!”
“After this battle, I will give you an explanation!” Zi Qingcang sighed softly. A trace of blood dripped from the corner of his lips, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.
“In that case, let’s fight!”
Ye Chen stomped the ground and threw a punch.
His terrifying punch scattered the clouds in all directions. With a flash of his body, like a plane flying past, he created a white stream that was 300 meters long.
A powerhouse on the ground was shocked, “Physical strength? Mad Southern Ye is fighting the old saint with his physical strength alone?!”
“Look, Mad Southern Ye’s body is crystal clear. Could it be that he has become a saint?” Someone exclaimed.
Everyone took a closer look and saw that Ye Chen’s body was pure gold in color. There was divine radiance surging all over his body. They could not help but look shocked.
“Interesting!”
The black-robed man on the carriage a hundred kilometers away suddenly opened his eyes, “This body is comparable to a saint’s body!”
“What? A saint’s body?!”
The four Drought Demons around him were shocked, “My lord, didn’t the nine schools destroy the saint’s body?”
“This person might be the only saint’s body left!”
The black dragon-robed man’s eyes moved slightly, as if he could see through the void, “But why don’t I sense a familiar aura from this person? Could consciousness have been born from the body of a dead saint’s body?”
Zi Qingcang was calm as he watched Ye Chen punch him directly. He extended his arm and grabbed at the air.
In the next moment, endless origin energy turned into a dazzling sword shadow in his hand as he directly faced Ye Chen’s punch.
Boom…
The two collided.
Ye Chen’s golden fist shook the air. It was extremely fast and ferocious as it landed on the dazzling sword shadow. The sound shook dozens of kilometers away.
“What a powerful body!”
Seeing this, many people gasped.
Relying on his physical body to resist the sword of the saint!
It was something that they had never seen or dared to imagine before.
Even Zi Qingcang frowned. He did not expect Ye Chen’s body to be so powerful.
It was as if any supreme giant would instantly die if they were brushed by his sword.
Buzz!
Zi Qingcang retreated tens of meters in a flash. Then, he waved his sleeve and a black palm fell from the sky. It was like the sky had been destroyed.
Boom…
Ye Chen attacked again. He turned into a dazzling light beam and shot out of his own accord. The golden fist force shattered the air and produced a violent sound.
Rumble…
Everyone felt a sharp pain in their ears, as if a bolt of lightning had exploded.
After that, a golden and black energy converged in the air, and the explosive energy waves swept out like a tide.
Bang, bang, bang…
The shockwaves from the collision alone were enough to split the Purple Cap Peak in half. The giant mountain broke, and a crater was formed in the ground.
“Too scary, too scary!”
Someone mumbled to himself. No one knew if he was talking about how terrifying the saint Zi Qingcang was or if he was talking about how Ye Chen could fight Zi Qingcang to this extent.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Zi Qingcang coughed softly as his face turned a little pale. He had been seriously injured by the Corpse King before this, and he had exhausted too much energy fighting Ye Chen now.
“The old saint vomited blood?”
“Heavens, how is this possible?!”
However, the people on the ground did not think so. Some of them thought that Ye Chen had injured him.
In the face of such gossip, Zi Qingcang grabbed at the broken half of the Purple Cap Peak.
The sixty-meter-tall peak was forcibly sucked into the air. It was like a giant mountain, towering and majestic, blotting out the sky.
Zi Qingcang shouted, “Suppress!”
Boom!
The giant mountain descended from the sky and turned the world upside down. It suppressed Ye Chen directly as if it had locked onto him.
Everyone’s expression changed.
After Ye Chen roared, the light in his eyes shone brightly. He charged forward. ‘I’ll break it with one punch no matter how powerful you are!”
The golden fist was like a small sun that breathed fire, making people unable to open their eyes.
Rumble…
The second collision between the two shattered the space on the spot. The energy waves that erupted were incomparably violent, like a tsunami.
Crack…
In the end, that mountain peak still could not endure his fist. A corner of it first cracked, and then it released a deafening noise, shattering with a sound, turning into rocks that scattered in all directions.
At the next moment, Ye Chen closed in and attacked in an extremely domineering manner. The air rumbled as he attacked. The space collapsed with every step he took.
Zi Qingcang’s expression changed slightly. Then, he performed a hand seal and formed an illusory golden shield in front of his chest.
Bang…
Ye Chen’s divinity was overwhelming. The vital energy and blood in his entire body surged as he cracked the sky with his bare hands. He punched the golden shield forcefully.
A crack appeared on the golden shield before it shattered. The remaining force landed accurately on Zi Qingcang’s body.
Under everyone’s gaze, Zi Qingcang retreated several steps before finally spitting a mouthful of blood.
His face looked even older, and a hint of vicissitude flashed across his deep eyes, “I lost, I’ve lost…”
The world fell silent after hearing that!