"Old man, are you going to continue to be arrogant now?"
Ye Chen held a three-meter giant sword in his hand and slowly pushed forward with unstoppable momentum.
"No, I don't believe it!"
He didn't know whether it was too difficult to accept, or whether he didn't want to believe this cruel fact that subverted his perception. After a moment, a ferocious killing intent like a beast suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Even if your combat power is stronger, it's just because you hold the Regicide Sword in your hand. No matter how high the level of the Regicide Sword is, it can't increase your combat power to the point where it defies heaven!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers, and with a "buzz" sound, a cracked stone tablet appeared out of thin air in his hand.
It is only the size of a palm, but it is full of the vicissitudes of time, and the aura it exudes is breathtaking.
"This is the ancient Zhenzong artifact of our Fanyun Sect, called the Zhenshan Stele!"
He held the stone tablet with one hand and gritted his teeth and said: "You can be proud of yourself if you can force me to use the mountain tablet, even if it means death!"
His palm holding the stone tablet shook.
"Buzz!"
The stone tablet instantly rose into the sky, making a dull thunderous roar.
As it flew up, the stele was still enlarging rapidly. When it reached an altitude of several hundred meters, it had expanded from the size of a palm to two hundred meters high, towering like a mountain and overwhelming the world.
"Mount-mountain monument?"
Looking at the towering behemoth above his head, Ye Chen was not afraid, but nodded with satisfaction, "This weapon is not bad. If I kill you, maybe it can be used by the people around me!"
"fart!"
Wu Zhan was furious and furious, "You will be the only one who will die. When I smash you into a pulp, the regicide sword in your hand will also change hands from now on!"
This time, before Ye Chen could say anything else, he controlled the hand holding the mountain monument from a distance and suddenly waved it down.
"Buzz!"
It was as if the Zhenshan Monument was being pulled, and it instantly descended from the sky with a power that could destroy the world.
Before the strength arrives, the energy arrives first!
Just the fierce wind blowing from above made Ye Chen's clothes and long hair make a "hunting" sound.
The huge monument pressing towards him was like Mount Tai, casting a shadow that instantly enveloped him. The overwhelming feeling of oppression was so overwhelming that it almost made people suffocate.
However, facing this vast mountain-like monument, Ye Chen not only did not retreat, but instead raised his head, his eyes full of high fighting spirit.
"Old man, since you don't give up, I'll let you see what it means to be someone outside the world, and there is a world outside the world!"
As he spoke, he held the regicide sword tightly and thrust it upward in an extremely strange trajectory.
The movement seemed slow, but the thrusting regicide sword and the arm behind it suddenly became blurry, as if they were just an afterimage, making it hard to see clearly.
"The fourth form of Sword Song to the Nine Heavens, Pierce the Heart!"
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
When a sword thrust out, it made a sharp sound that broke through the air, but it was densely packed.
On the tip of the sword, sharp blades shot out one after another, hitting the pressing mountain monument.
"Keng clang clang!"
The first one was just to ask for a mark on the Zhenshan Monument and then dissipate.
But this type of combat skill is the best because it comes continuously, one after another.
After continuous heavy blows, when the seventy-ninth sword light hit the same position, the mountain-holding monument that was originally pressing down with mighty force stopped falling.
"Is there such a thing?"
Wu Zhankuang frowned, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
But when he saw the next scene, he realized that he had indeed far underestimated Ye Chen's combat power.
"Keng clang clang!"
The sound of metal clashing continued.
In Wu Zhan Kuang's unbelievable eyes, the sword light continuously hit the same position at the bottom of the Zhenshan Monument.
Just now, it was just to stop its falling, but with the continuous impact of the sword light, it actually blew the mountain-holding monument upside down.
"Kakaka!"
At a certain moment, the mountain-like Zhenshan Monument made a burst of intensive cracking sounds.
Looking up, I saw that the surface of the Zhenshan Monument was covered with countless fine cracks.
"Stop, stop quickly!"
Wu Zhan was so anxious that he screamed, "If you don't stop, I will lose my mountain-holding monument..."
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, the sound of explosions came from high in the sky.
Under his gaze with splitting eyes, the two-hundred-meter-tall mountain-mountain stele was shattered into pieces, flying into fragments all over the sky.
"puff!"
Wu Zhan looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying as if he would fall from the sky at any time.
After all, the Mount-Suppressing Monument is his weapon, and if it is smashed head-on by Ye Chen, he, the master, will definitely suffer a certain degree of backlash.
"As for how strong it is, it turns out it's just that the thunder is loud and the raindrops are light!"
Ye Chen shook his head, his face full of disappointment.
He thought that a stone tablet with such a terrifying appearance should be able to withstand the full attack of the combat technique he just used. But now it seems that he overestimated the strength of this weapon.
"You, you...poof!"
Wu Zhankuang wanted to say something more, but the blood spurted out of his mouth blocked what he wanted to say.
"You are very depressed and confused, aren't you?"
Ye Chen said with a half-smile but not a smile: "You, a majestic Quasi-Emperor Realm warrior, have been in seclusion for a hundred years before finally transitioning to the Quasi-Emperor Realm. But just after you came out of seclusion, you were suppressed and beaten by me, a ninth-level emperor-level warrior.
Do you think God is being cruel to you if you fight back?"
"puff!"
Another mouthful of blood spurted out.
But this time, it was not because he was seriously injured, but because he was angry with Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was right, it was indeed too difficult for him to accept this cruel fact.
In order to successfully transition to the quasi-emperor realm, he pretended to be dead and stayed in seclusion for a hundred years. Even his son Wu Fazhi didn't know.
I originally thought that if I successfully came out of seclusion, I would be able to dominate the entire southern region.
Unexpectedly, after leaving the seclusion, before he could sweep through the heroes of the Southern Region, he would be beaten by a little guy who appeared out of nowhere and was unable to fight back.
This feeling made him so depressed that he almost went crazy.
"Have I spent a hundred years in seclusion in vain?"
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but scream up to the sky, his tone full of endless sadness and despair.
His most proud weapon has been shattered by the opponent. How can he not be desperate?
But immediately, he seemed to have figured out something, wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth, bowed to Ye Chen from a distance, and said sincerely: "You win, I am willing to surrender to you, I just ask you to let me and Fanyun Sect go."
A way out!"
"oh?
Are you pledging allegiance to me?"
Ye Chen said with great interest.
Cheng Lie on the other side frowned.
"Yes!"
Wu Zhankuang nodded and said bitterly: "Since my skills are inferior to others, I seem to have no choice but to surrender!"