Ye Chen's voice was not loud, but he exuded a very determined and murderous aura, and everyone in the entire lobby could hear it clearly.
Everyone looked shocked and looked at Ye Chen in disbelief, not expecting him to say these words.
Although Mo Wencang has an eccentric temper and always acts according to his temper, and acts extremely willfully, his strength cannot be expressed with his mouth.
Currently, the two strongest combat forces in Xuanyuan Palace are Feng Hou and Mo Wencang.
Mo Wencang was so strong that even if the four elders joined forces, they could only barely draw a tie with him. In the past thousand years, Mo Wencang had fought against the top five sects of Lixing many times.
The elders have never been defeated in a fight, and even in the worst case, they managed to escape with ease.
Therefore, he, the current Palace Master of Xuanyuan Palace, had so many close followers who supported him in Xuanyuan Palace. Otherwise, with his character, he would have been cast aside by others long ago.
"Too impulsive!"
Wen Shengnan stood at the entrance of the lobby, shaking his head slightly, completely disapproving of Ye Chen's behavior.
She knew that Ye Chen was very strong and could kill Tianleizi instantly with one strike. His strength was far superior to those of them, disciples of the Xuanyuan Palace, but if his opponent were Mo Wencang, it would be a different matter.
Even Feng Hou, who was also frowning at this moment, winked at Ye Chen and said through a message.
"Brother Ye Chen, don't be impulsive. Don't worry about Cang's matter. I'll handle it!"
Ye Chen didn't hear anything, but looked straight at Mo Wencang.
"You said you want to compete with me?"
Mo Wenchang was silent for a moment, then chuckled, and said jokingly: "You have the Xuanyuan Emperor Seal of the Yellow Emperor, and I recognize your identity, but don't think that just because you are the divine son of my Xuanyuan Palace, you can ignore everything.
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"You are the son of God, and I am the master of the palace. In terms of status and reputation, you are trying to be weaker than me. When it comes to strength, ha!"
At this point, Mo Wencang sneered with disdain again. The meaning was self-evident, and it was obvious that he had never taken Ye Chen seriously at all.
"Don't tell me this nonsense!"
Ye Chen's face was calm and his voice was crisp.
"If you don't want to take action, that's fine. From now on, all matters concerning Xuanyuan Palace will be decided by me. All you need to do is keep your mouth shut and be a guest elder!"
Hearing these words, Mo Wencang's eyes suddenly sank, and his voice became much darker.
"Don't push yourself too far. Even if Huang Di is here, he wouldn't dare to talk to me like that!"
He was three feet away from Ye Chen and immediately took a step forward. A surging momentum burst out from him and filled the entire lobby. A terrifying pressure fell from the sky. Wen Shengnan was immediately forced out of the lobby, and many people in the lobby
The expressions on the faces of the elders whose cultivation was below the third-grade golden elixir became condensed, and their breaths became heavy and sluggish.
"Nine-grade golden elixir?"
When the four elders noticed this aura of power, their expressions changed drastically and they showed a bit of joy.
Mo Wenchang left Xuanyuan Palace for two months. Unexpectedly, within these two months, he would break through from the eighth-grade golden elixir to the ninth-grade golden elixir. This is undoubtedly good news for Xuanyuan Palace.
The next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Chen. Facing Mo Wencang, who had reached the ninth-grade golden elixir, almost everyone thought that Ye Chen would choose to avoid him.
But Ye Chen didn't seem to feel anything about it and just said lightly.
"The ninth-grade golden elixir is barely visible!"
"Let's go, let me see what you, the current master of Xuanyuan Palace, can do!"
As soon as the words fell, Ye Chen had already appeared outside the hall, and the next moment, he flashed again and appeared in the void outside the hall, standing with his hands behind his back.
"court death!"
The smile on Mo Wencang's face grew fiercer, and he didn't say much. In a flash, he appeared in the sky, leaving only a faint afterimage that dissipated over time.
"Deputy Palace Master, this..." The elders all looked at Feng Hou, wanting him to stop this battle.
Fenghou shook his head slightly. He knew that Ye Chen insisted on taking action against Mo Wencang because he wanted to gain the right to speak in Xuanyuan Palace. Only in this way could he stop Mo Wencang's mouth and let Xuanyuan Palace
The rest of the people were also convinced by him, and this battle was inevitable.
But he was really curious about how Ye Chen's strength of the third-grade golden elixir could be relied upon to dare to compete with Mo Wencang, who was cultivated in the ninth-grade golden elixir.
"It's not too late to take back what you said before!"
In the sky, Mo Wencang's power was astonishing, and a crack was torn apart in the void above his head. He looked at Ye Chen and sneered.
"Let's do it!"
Ye Chen ignored him and just waved his hand at him.
At this moment, many disciples of Xuanyuan Palace have gathered on the mountain peak, looking at the two people in the void from a distance. Although they don't know the reason, they know that the current master of the palace has taken action with the son of God who has just arrived.
Everyone's eyes are focused on the void, just to witness this battle and see who is stronger and who is weaker.
"Stubborn!"
Mo Wencang was already very dissatisfied with Ye Chen's attitude. The moment Ye Chen finished speaking, he immediately raised his palm and struck it into the void.
"Buzz!"
A powerful hand blasted the void downwards, revealing an extremely clear handprint, and the powerful energy had already crashed towards Ye Chen like a dragon. Sand and rocks suddenly flew around the main peak of Xuanyuan Hall, and the sky and the earth were darkened.
If Fenghou hadn't secretly used Haoran Qimen to protect the mountain peak, the power fluctuation of this attack would have been enough to destroy half of the mountain range.
How can a strike from a ninth-grade golden elixir be easy to deal with?
With the strong wind raging in front of him, Ye Chen just sneered, and then, under the gaze of countless eyes, he didn't make any unnecessary movements and just took a step forward.
"No defense, no dodge?"
Everyone looked horrified, and in the midst of the lightning and flint, the energy of Mo Wencang's palm had hit Ye Chen's chest firmly.
"Boom!"
The whole world suddenly shook, and a ripple of power visible to the naked eye spread outward from the place where Ye Chen was hit. Wherever it passed, many small hills and stone towers were blasted into powder. It can be seen that this
The attack is so powerful.
But no one was amazed by the power of this blow. Looks of shock or fear fell on Ye Chen.
I saw Ye Chen still standing firmly on the spot, not taking a step with the soles of his feet, not even shaking his body.
Many people were stunned. They couldn't believe it. Ye Chen actually resisted a blow from the ninth-grade golden elixir without suffering any damage?
"What?"
This scene was so incredible that even Mo Wenchang himself found it unbelievable and his pupils shrank. But at this moment, Ye Chen raised the sole of his foot and stepped heavily on the void with his right foot.
"Bang!"
The void beneath his feet sunk, revealing the shape of a huge sole, and the surrounding space collapsed and shattered.
As for Ye Chen himself, a blue light rushed forward, like a pop falling to the ground, and everyone could only see the light flashing away.
As for Mo Wencang himself, the hair on his hair stood on end at this moment, his body automatically gave out warning signs, and he planned to retreat.
But just as he had this thought, a fist wrapped in golden flames quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.
"Wow!"
The golden flame, with extremely hot and manic fluctuations, stopped when it was about to hit his face, and Ye Chen was standing in front of him, still maintaining the posture of punching, with a cold look.