Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Chapter 283: Chapter 285: I Have 3,600 Swords!

”This youth must not be spared!”

The Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s gaze was indifferent, and the killing intent in his heart only increased instead of diminishing.

It must be known.

Even the Spiritual Splendor Celestial Saint of yore did not trouble him so much as this. Yet now, this fledgling young man has accomplished what others could not. Should Ye Qingchen survive this calamity, he will inevitably become the Strongest Celestial Saint in the future!

”I said it before, killing me won’t be that easy!”

Ye Qingchen stood in the void fearlessly, meeting the gaze of the Mo Luo Celestial Saint.

Upon hearing this, the Mo Luo Celestial Saint let out a cold laugh:

”Ye Qingchen, how long can you hold on? The time of an incense stick? Or half an incense stick? You exchanged your life for this cultivation at the Profound Core Ninth Heaven, and you think you can contend with me?”

Of course, he could see it.

Ye Qingchen’s cultivation was forcibly activated by squeezing his life force.

Though powerful, it was finite, dwindling bit by bit until he exhausted it all, which would be the day of Ye Qingchen’s demise. Yet he was also secretly resentful, unable to crush this junior outright and forced to drag the battle until the youth was completely spent.

”I’m not well off, but neither are you! You’re just a fragment of a soul; aren’t you afraid of dissipating your soul by squandering your power like this?”

Ye Qingchen said calmly.

Perhaps others were unaware, but Ye Qingchen knew perfectly well. The Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s power was also weakening; after all, he was merely a remnant soul, relying on life force stolen from others.

This life force, too, diminished as it was used.

And the gradually fading body of the Mo Luo Celestial Saint was evidence of this fact.

”It’s enough to kill you!”

The Mo Luo Celestial Saint shouted coldly.

He clenched his fists, his eyes shining brightly, and in that moment, his energy suddenly surged, as if he had drawn upon heaven and earth. It seemed as if the mist within the secret realm roiled fiercely and boiled over madly at that very instant.

Crack! Crack!

And at that moment.

Ye Qingchen also stretched his body.

With three Explosive Yang Pills, the power within him seemed endless, bringing forth a roar like a flowing river. And the overwhelming stellar force directly pierced through his body, transforming into a hundred-meter-tall silver flame.

The entire world seemed to split apart at this instant.

In the sky above were endless black clouds.

On the ground below lay a dancing, surging silver light.

The two forces collided fiercely, compressing and pressing against each other relentlessly. They transformed into a vast tidal wave, capable of shredding a Profound Pill Realm cultivator caught within the clash of these energies!

Under these terrifying forces.

Even.

The mountains beneath their feet rumbled ominously.

”Go!”

The Mo Luo Celestial Saint suddenly raised his hand.

Rumble!

In an instant, the immense black mist gathered behind him surged like a mighty wave, finding an outlet and crashing wildly forward. With just a simple hand wave, the power contained within exceeded everyone’s imagination.

The void quaked, as if heaven and earth were cleaved open in that moment, revealing a long black river that seemed to pour down from the Ninth Heaven, an utterly magnificent sight.

”Slash!”

Ye Qingchen swung his sword.

In that instant, boundless stellar force surged from within him, like a reversing galaxy, resembling a silver meteor shooting skyward as it collided head-on with the vast, unmatched black tide.

Rumble!

Though this sword cleaved the black river, Ye Qingchen was driven back repeatedly by the force, retreating hundreds of feet before managing to stabilize himself.

But immediately, the second strike of the Mo Luo Celestial Saint followed swiftly behind.

”Break again!”

Ye Qingchen did not relent.

All present watched in utter astonishment at the two combatants.

Their confrontation was earth-shattering, causing turmoil throughout the entire realm.

Xu Huai, Cui Geng, and the Confucian scholar clenched their fists involuntarily; never had they imagined that Ye Qingchen could match the Mo Luo Celestial Saint blow for blow.

”Is there a chance to win?”

Liu Luocheng watched in disbelief.

As of now.

Their lives and fortunes were all riding on Ye Qingchen’s shoulders, naturally hoping for his victory.

The cultivators who had previously attacked Ye Qingchen now had complex expressions. How terrifying was Ye Qingchen that even the Mo Luo Celestial Saint couldn’t handle him?

”If Ye Qingchen wins, won’t we die here?”

Momentarily, everyone was caught in thought.

They thought thus without knowing that Mo Luo Celestial Saint was on the brink of madness.

”What’s with this brat? This power should burn out his life force; how can he last so long? Why isn’t he dead yet?”

The Mo Luo Celestial Saint nearly ground his teeth to dust.

Originally.

He intended to wear down Ye Qingchen to death but found that he himself couldn’t hold on much longer.

”No good!” The Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s eyes turned cold, ”If this continues, even if I kill him, I will sustain severe energy depletion, forcing me into another slumber!”

With that thought.

The Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s phantom in the sky trembled fiercely.

It suddenly came to life, his eyes fierce, shooting out electric light, his expression cold and stern. His robe billowed, fluttering in the air. He appeared lifelike, almost becoming tangible.

He looked down, gazing directly at Ye Qingchen.

”Ye Qingchen, do you dare face my final move?”

Ye Qingchen was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He then saw the Mo Luo Celestial Saint’s arms lift suddenly, and the boundless black mist behind him seemed to come alive all at once. It circulated violently behind him, like ten thousand swords returning to their origin, transforming into a ferocious black dragon.

The black dragon coiled around the sky, reaching a length of three hundred meters, its dragon horns, scales, whiskers, and claws intricately detailed, resembling the descent of a real black dragon.

”Roar!”

As the Demon Dragon formed, it let out an earth-shaking dragon roar, causing the void to tremble. Its overwhelming pressure descended like liquid mercury, spreading downward.

The dragon’s fierce eyes were fixed squarely on Ye Qingchen.

”Good!”

Ye Qingchen understood that the moment of life and death had arrived, leaving no room for refusal.

Zing!

He brandished his long sword.

And at the same time.

He saw the boundless gales in the void surging in, numerous Wind Flying Swords soaring forth. Fully shaped by the wild winds, all three thousand six hundred of them, each sword was man-length, their sharp transparent blades gleaming coldly, capable of slicing through iron like mud.

Whish!

As Ye Qingchen gazed into the void, the three thousand six hundred Wind Flying Swords gathered behind him, lining up in a long formation like a returning legion of swords.

”Let me test your skills!”

Boom!

As Ye Qingchen’s words fell, he stomped his foot firmly.

Instantly.

The three thousand six hundred swords erupted in a brilliant blaze, forming a rainbow shooting skywards!