Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Most Hated Are Traitors!

”Who goes there?”

Everyone’s bodies trembled, and they all looked up in unison.

They saw.

A figure standing quietly there, eyes like torches, resembling a statue that had existed since time immemorial. But upon seeing this figure, everyone’s faces turned pale, as if they had seen a ghost!

This figure was none other than.

The very same Ye Qingchen they planned to bury!

”How is this possible?”

”This kid is still alive?”

”He’s still breathing?”

At that moment, everyone felt an unparalleled sense of horror!

Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?

Before this, Ye Qingchen not only drank poisoned wine but also suffered dozens of fatal stab wounds. Such injuries would be deadly to anyone! Yet now, he stood alive right in front of them!

Zhao Youjing stared at Ye Qingchen in disbelief.

”Even after all that, you’re not dead? Then I’ll make sure you die for good!”

Being the henchman of the current Patriarch, Ye Cangliu, Zhao Youjing certainly couldn’t let Ye Qingchen return alive!

”You think you can kill me?” Ye Qingchen said, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Zhao Youjing.

The crowd exchanged glances, with Zhao Youjing leading the way, feeling like a beast was staring at him, making his heart race!

But seeing Ye Qingchen’s pale complexion, Zhao Youjing hesitated, then sneered:

”Ye Qingchen, you almost scared me! Even if you’re not dead, how much strength do you have left now? If you kneel before me, I might let your corpse remain whole!”

”You?” Ye Qingchen slowly narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, ”All your martial arts, I taught you! And you dare speak to me like that?”

”So what?”

A trace of mockery flashed in Zhao Youjing’s eyes.

”If you were at your peak, I wouldn’t dare confront you. But now you’re seriously injured, how much strength do you have left? Thirty percent? Or on the brink of collapse? Or are you using every last bit of your strength just to stand there?”

As he spoke, not just Zhao Youjing, but everyone around laughed heartily, their faces full of disdain.

You see.

For an ordinary person to practice martial arts, they must open the Twelve Major Acupoints in the body.

Each acupoint opened allows one to activate a meridian and refine a layer of True Qi. One to three layers of True Qi are called Martial Apprentices. Four to six layers of True Qi are called Martial Artists. Seven to nine layers of True Qi are called Martial Masters!

And Ye Qingchen, at a young age, had already reached the Qi Refining Seventh Layer!

The number one expert of the Ye Family!

Indeed, quite terrifying!

Even in Cyan Cloud City, he was unrivaled, otherwise, he couldn’t have built such a great empire. But now he’s exhausted, how much strength does he have left?

Even a common person could kill him easily!

Ye Qingchen slightly lifted his head, speaking softly:

”Mere servant, I won’t even notice you!”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youjing’s face changed. He frowned and shouted, ”You court death!”

Clang!

As soon as he finished speaking.

Zhao Youjing lunged forward, and with a swipe of his right hand, the longsword at his waist slashed out like a raging dragon.

”Clang!”

A crisp sound of the sword, like a dragon’s song, pierced the eardrum. The sword light lunged like a venomous snake, aiming directly at Ye Qingchen’s chest!

”He’s got nothing left, right?”

A guard sneered.

”Injured like that, even standing is difficult,” someone mocked, ”Even if he’s facing Zhao Youjing, a common person could stomp him! If I were him, I’d hide instead of running to my death!”

In his view.

Zhao Youjing was still at the peak of his power. Ye Qingchen was on the brink of collapse, even standing was difficult, how could he be an opponent? So he had no confidence in Ye Qingchen!

Not just him, no one in the crowd believed in Ye Qingchen.

Zhao Youjing was full of cold smiles.

As if.

The crowd shook their heads slightly, as if they could already see the former Young Master of the Ye Family being slain with a single sword, his blood splattering in the void.

But.

Just when a hint of a smile appeared, it froze.

Just as the sword light was about to reach Ye Qingchen, he slowly lifted his head and made his move.

Under the incredulous gazes of everyone.

Ye Qingchen raised his hand and waved it slowly, the strike seemed sluggish but arrived after the sword yet before his opponent, bypassing Zhao Youjing’s sword light and gently striking his chest!

”Crack!”

A crisp sound rang out.

Zhao Youjing’s chest caved in, the back protruding with a palm print.

With a shriek, Zhao Youjing flew faster than he came, streaking through the void, rolling several meters before coming to a stop!

”How is this possible?”

Cried out the surrounding onlookers.

Everyone widened their eyes, seemingly unable to believe it.

Zhao Youjing, who had been clamoring about leaving Ye Qingchen with a whole corpse, was knocked flying with a single palm strike?

”What are you fools waiting for?” sputtered Zhao Youjing, spewing blood in anger, ”Kill him together!”

”If he lives, we all die!”

This statement snapped the stunned guards back to reality, and they all roared like wolves and tigers, charging at Ye Qingchen!

”Kill me?”

Ye Qingchen’s gaze sharpened.

With a roar!

He took a step forward, a behemoth gone wild, crashing into the crowd.

These guards, just slightly better than ordinary people, were no match for Ye Qingchen. The first few guards met him and were sent flying, spewing blood!

The rest suffered injuries from mere touches, and just moments later, the guards were on the ground groaning in pain.

”How is this possible?”

Witnessing this, Zhao Youjing felt his heart sink into the abyss.

”You should die too!”

Ye Qingchen suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of ferocity, like a beast ready to devour!

Run!

Zhao Youjing, panic-stricken, possessed none of his former composure. Without hesitation, he spun his body, fleeing urgently out of the Chaotic Burial Mound!

”Ye Qingchen isn’t dead! Bad, I must report this to the family! Ye Cangliu will kill you!”

”Ye Qingchen, just wait to die!”

He thought to himself.

Faster!

He considered, as long as he escaped the Chaotic Burial Mound and returned to the Ye Family, he would be safe. No matter how powerful Ye Qingchen was, he couldn’t compete against the entire family! Just as he took a sigh of relief, he heard a mocking laugh behind him:

”Leaving now, don’t you think it’s too late?”

Ye Qingchen dashed out like an arrow, catching up in the blink of an eye!

”Get lost!”

Zhao Youjing screamed furiously, unleashing a punch like a cannonball!

This punch, with all his life’s power, could grind even a millstone to dust!

Yet.

Ye Qingchen’s eyes turned cold, and he formed a fist, meeting his opponent’s punch.

”Crack!”

The two fists collided.

Zhao Youjing screamed, his arm bending at an odd angle!

One punch, broken arm!

But Ye Qingchen showed no intention of holding back, flashed above Zhao Youjing, and stomped down!