Nine Revolutions Star Technique

Chapter 300: Chapter 302: The Five Half-Step Celestial Saints

Five, Half-Step Celestial Saints?

From the moment the conversation between the two broke down, to when Lin Jian revealed his true intentions, and then to the appearance of these five Half-Step Celestial Saints—it all happened in the blink of an eye.

But no one had expected.

That the Spirit Coffin Sect would actually have such a hidden trump card!

Boom!

In an instant.

The guests in the Red Stone Inn turned pale with shock and retreated en masse. Even those who had suspected that the Spirit Coffin Sect had ulterior motives were now terrified at the scene before them.

”Is this the foundation of the Spirit Coffin Sect? To have five Half-Step Celestial Saints! It seems the Spirit Coffin Sect is truly planning to engage in a life-and-death struggle with Ye Qingchen; tonight is a banquet set to ensnare him!”

Everyone felt a chill down their spine.

Those with weaker cultivation levels even trembled and nearly collapsed in front of these five Half-Step Celestial Saints. In the presence of such power, they were like ants.

However.

Ye Qingchen remained calm, gazing deeply at the five people in front of him, his eyes narrowing as he asked:

”And you are?”

Ever since the five Half-Step Celestial Saints appeared, Lin Jian’s nervousness completely dissipated. He smiled faintly, adopting a commanding demeanor, and said to Ye Qingchen:

”Young Master Ye, allow me to introduce them to you!”

His eyes shifted to an old, dry, and thin monk wearing a robe. The monk stood still, exuding an extremely dangerous aura, like a human-shaped beast.

Those close to him felt as if he were a volcano ready to erupt, his Qi blood roared like a vast sea, emanating waves of deafening sound.

”This is Monk Jiuru, from the Western Domain, practicing the Great Vajra Divine Power. He has been recruited by the Spirit Coffin Sect and joined the Chongxiao Hall.”

Monk Jiuru remained silent.

He merely shifted his eyes to his nose, his nose to his heart, holding prayer beads, seemingly chanting.

”This is Chu Xianliu, the foremost Swordsman of the Eastern Domain, who has achieved mastery in Swordsmanship and can make anything his sword. Like you, he has also comprehended the sword force!”

Lin Jian continued.

Ye Qingchen looked up.

This Chu Xianliu, dressed like a shabby old Daoist, with white hair casually tied up with a withered branch, bore a wooden longsword on his back. His gaze was piercing as he looked at Ye Qingchen.

”As for this one, she is Ye Yuxin!” Lin Jian pointed to a woman in white. ”She is the Great Elder of the Battle Martial Hall; the brothers Jian Xun and Jian Cheng, whom you killed, were her disciples!”

Ye Yuxin was seen wearing a white long dress, barefoot in the void, her whole body surrounded by an icy white True Qi. Waves of coldness continuously emanated from her being, seemingly freezing the surrounding space.

Clearly, the True Qi she cultivated was a type of ice True Qi.

When the brothers Jian Xun were mentioned, her aura grew even colder.

”This is Lei Xingkong, like Monk Jiuru, also a Tributor of the Chongxiao Hall. And Han Yunsheng, whom you killed, was his close friend.” Lin Jian introduced another middle-aged man.

This man was robust and imposing, giving off an abyssal vibe. His right hand always rested on the knife handle behind his waist, poised like a lion ready to pounce, exuding an extremely dangerous feeling.

Everyone around him consciously kept a distance from Lei Xingkong, clearly intimidated by his presence.

Finally.

Lin Jian’s gaze fell on the last person, an elder in dark robes with white hair and a white beard. Among the five present, he had the most intense aura, and others clearly deferred to him.

His body exuded a surge of True Qi, like rolling black flames.

”This is Lin Xuanzi, the Great Elder of the Chongxiao Hall of the Spirit Coffin Sect!”

Boom!

With every introduction Lin Jian made, the crowd couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

These five were all prominent figures within the Spirit Coffin Sect, yet none had made a move in at least forty or fifty years, and many in the outside world no longer remembered them.

Who would have thought?

The Spirit Coffin Sect would actually dispatch all five of them.

No wonder Lin Jian was so confident before.

The crowd was simultaneously awed and terrified; it was unimaginable!

Each of them was a Half-Step Celestial Saint; any one of them could flatten Yun Ding City, yet now all five were mobilized, all for Ye Qingchen!

Even if one didn’t know them.

To see them standing proudly in the void, with black flames swirling, icy light shining, overwhelming Qi blood, enveloped in Sword Qi or saber intent, it was clear they were forces to be reckoned with.

”Young Master Ye, what do you think?”

After introducing each one, Lin Jian looked at Ye Qingchen with a half-smile.

In his view.

The imposing presence of Lin Xuanzi and the others would intimidate anyone.

However, Ye Qingchen merely cocked an eyebrow, smiling faintly:

”I thought the Spirit Coffin Sect would have more up its sleeve. I didn’t expect it would only amount to five Half-Step Celestial Saints! But given your status, you must hold significant positions within the Spirit Coffin Sect. In that case, I’ll kill these five first, as interest for the Spirit Coffin Sect’s pursuit of me!”

As his words fell.

The surrounding erupted in an uproar.

Everyone present gaped in disbelief, staring at Ye Qingchen.

”What did you say?”

Many almost had their eyes popping out of their heads.

Originally.

He thought that no matter how strong Ye Qingchen was, faced with these five, he would have to submissively surrender. Yet not only did he not fear them, he dared to threaten to kill these five.

”Hmph, ignorant brat, unaware of the immensity of the heavens and earth!”

Lei Xingkong scoffed coldly with his hands behind his back.

”I thought you were an extraordinary figure, but I see now you’re just a boastful junior.” Chu Xianliu stroked his long beard with a faint smile.

”Amitabha, the benefactor’s intent to kill is too strong.”

Monk Jiuru shook his head.

”Why bother talking to him, this little brat slaughtered my two disciples; I won’t rest until he’s dead.” Ye Yuxin narrowed her eyes, her voice growing colder, ”There’s another Half-Step Celestial Saint, Qin Wentian, in Yun Ding City. Let’s deal with him first to avoid complications!”

”Indeed, the five of us have come personally; we won’t return empty-handed!” Lin Xuanzi watched Ye Qingchen calmly, ”Kid, no matter how sharp-tongued you are, today I will take your head!”

Crash!

As his words fell.

Lin Xuanzi, Lei Xingkong, Ye Yuxin, Monk Jiuru, and Chu Xianliu—all five of them—exploded with the aura of a Half-Step Celestial Saint without warning.

In an instant, it was like a monstrous wave rolling over, encompassing everything, surging toward Ye Qingchen. Like five great mountains, they crashed down, engulfing the entire Red Stone Inn in moments.

”Not good!”

The combined aura of five Half-Step Celestial Saints was terrifying beyond measure. Everyone present turned pale with fear and retreated hastily, afraid of being caught in the fray and torn to pieces.

Boom!

As the crowd retreated.

They saw it.

The five auras soaring to the sky had already reached a terrifying height—five multicolored flames surged upward, sweeping over everything. Wherever they passed, be it tables, chairs, or beams, everything was pulverized instantly.

In their eyes, such overwhelming force seemed like heavenly wrath, unstoppable, unparalleled to the extreme!

This primordial might, like a raging dragon, was at Ye Qingchen’s front in an instant.

”Hmph!”

Faced with this overwhelming aura, Ye Qingchen raised his head abruptly, snorting coldly, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

”Today, I’ll show you the might of Ye Qingchen! With your blood, I’ll pave my way to destroy the Spirit Coffin Sect!”

Crash!

As Ye Qingchen finished speaking.

A surge of extraordinary aura burst from his body, transforming into silver fury, shooting straight into the sky!