Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Chapter 207: Chapter 208: You Have Lost!

The entire scene was dead silent.

Besides the sound of the waves falling from the water column, there was no other sound.

No one expected this.

During this clash, Ye Qingchen, who was only at the Profound Pill First Heaven, actually held an absolute advantage in this confrontation!

”Is this Ye Qingchen’s strength?”

”One punch!”

”With just one punch, he blew Shi Potian away! This is simply monstrous strength! How can he be this strong?”

Many people around could not help but exclaim in disbelief.

A few disciples from the Spirit Coffin Sect were dumbfounded, as if their throats were suddenly grabbed, and their cheers were abruptly cut off.

They suddenly remembered.

During the previous conflict in the villa, Ye Qingchen had said that he was only using twenty percent of his strength. At that time, they didn’t believe it at all, but now they truly felt the terrifying power of Ye Qingchen!

”Ye Qingchen!”

In the distance.

Shi Potian suddenly leapt up, disheveled, drenched, completely unlike his former elegant self, extremely embarrassed. His gaze at Ye Qingchen was icy cold.

He originally planned to defeat Ye Qingchen in public to show Chu Yao his strength. Unexpectedly, he was the one blown away by Ye Qingchen with a single punch.

To him, this was an enormous humiliation.

”I was just underestimating the enemy!”

He decided not to hold back anymore and planned to finish Ye Qingchen with one move.

”Zheng!”

Amidst everyone’s shocked gaze, Shi Potian let out a fierce roar and took a step onto the lake surface. With a flick of his right hand, the long sword from the scabbard ’buzzed’ into his hand.

With a slide forward, he moved with the sword as if an arrow shooting out. The entire figure almost drew a thousand-meter-long giant wave on White Cloud Lake, resembling a White Dragon riding the waves, extending all the way to Ye Qingchen.

A thousand meters was only a moment for Shi Potian.

The cold light at the tip of the wave was precisely Shi Potian’s sword light.

Like the fangs of a venomous dragon!

Like a flash of lightning!

As if it could tear everything apart.

”Good timing!”

Ye Qingchen nodded, slowly raising his right hand.

After reaching the Profound Pill Realm, he seemed to have undergone a transformation, not only had all the scars from past battles healed, but his right hand seemed forged of white jade, delicate and boneless, even more beautiful than a woman’s hand.

He made a gentle wave with his hand.

This wave seemed casual, but it was like a divine palm descending, vast and mighty. A massive force suddenly surged through his palm, rushing madly forward.

”Boom!”

A dull, loud noise suddenly sounded.

As seen, that thousand-meter-long wave suddenly trembled, as if colliding with some object. The crest of the wave was indented, revealing a gigantic palm print, more than ten feet in size, vivid and lifelike.

The white wave only lasted a moment before it exploded.

”No good!”

Shi Potian’s pupils shrank, no longer as composed as before. His long sword in hand turned, slicing, slashing, stabbing, and chopping... Instantly, he executed one hundred and eight sword strikes.

Simultaneously.

With a flick of his wrist, these one hundred and eight sword strikes merged into one singular, piercingly powerful strike, crashing against Ye Qingchen’s terrifying palm force.

”Bang!”

An explosive sound suddenly echoed.

He deserved to be a strong figure from the Spirit Coffin Sect of the Tongxuan Continent; this sword forcefully broke through Ye Qingchen’s palm strike. But he too was struck by the residual force of the palm, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, and flew back with even greater speed than before, nearly losing grip of his sword!

”How is this possible?”

It wasn’t just Shi Potian; even the spectators almost bulged their eyes out.

Ye Qingchen stood there without moving, merely waving a hand to make Shi Potian spit blood. That palm had exceeded ordinary imagination, far beyond what normal people could wield.

Especially Duan Yuan, Lingkong, and Duanmu Chengfei, with mouths agape, forgetting to close them.

At this moment.

Shi Potian roared internally.

”How can this guy be so powerful? He’s only at the Profound Pill First Heaven. Why has he reached such a level?”

Initially getting blown away by Ye Qingchen’s punch could be explained by underestimating him. But this time, he had given his all, how could he still be defeated? The opponent had casually struck, while he had fully exerted himself.

Originally.

He wanted to defeat Ye Qingchen publicly, but he was pushed back by him twice!

”I don’t believe it!”

Shi Potian suddenly roared in anger, surging upward.

Boom!

At this moment, the lake surface beneath him suddenly exploded.

Instantly, a massive water wave soared into the sky, turning the entire White Cloud Lake into a raging sea. Under countless shocked gazes, it transformed into a towering wave over a hundred meters high.

And Shi Potian, stood atop the waves.

”Ye Qingchen, dare you take this move?”

As the giant wave formed, it surged forward with the force of a tempest, almost like divine wrath. From afar, Shi Potian seemed a Sea God commanding the waters, an indomitable force!

This fierce momentum made everyone present to be awestruck and visibly change color.

Could Ye Qingchen withstand this move?

The crowd eagerly watched.

”Take your move?”

”Sure!”

Facing this surging wave, Ye Qingchen remained expressionless.

People saw Ye Qingchen slowly grasp his sword, as a towering figure suddenly rose behind him, three meters tall, seemingly capable of holding up the heavens and earth.

Then, the figure mirrored Ye Qingchen, moving as he drew and swung the sword.

”Zheng!”

The sound of a longsword leaving and entering its scabbard echoed simultaneously.

This sword strike exhibited no anomaly, like child’s play.

Yet the towering wave split abruptly, like cutting through water with a blade, immediately parting. It spiraled out of control, recklessly surging toward the outer parts of the White Cloud Lake.

The elders of the eight Major Sects immediately set up heavy defenses to protect the people outside the lake.

But the exploding lake water turned into a melancholic rain curtain, falling down drearily.

Splash!

Now.

As seen, Shi Potian, who originally stood atop the wave, suddenly screamed miserably and plummeted from mid-air, blood splattering the sky, directly falling into the lake. A sword mark was cleaved across his chest.

The sword mark was bone-deep, bloody, even staining the water underneath him red.

Yet Ye Qingchen stood atop the lake unmoved.

The pouring rain was kept three meters away, as if emerging from a desert, not a drop touching him. Under the spectators’ astonished gaze, Ye Qingchen walked step by step toward Shi Potian, his calm voice echoing over White Cloud Lake:

”Shi Potian!”

”You’ve lost!”