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Chapter 683 - 684: Ye Kongcheng

Chapter 683: Chapter 684: Ye Kongcheng

Seven elders appeared, dressed in golden robes, hands clasped behind their backs; all were Eighth Grade Emperor Level Martial Artists, with the leader being a peak Eighth Grade Emperor Level powerhouse.

"Hiss, those are the elders from the Ye Clan’s imperial family!"

"Kneel before the elders!" All the nearby citizens of Ye Cheng promptly knelt down.

"This is bad, so many elders have come!"

"We’re doomed!" Nine direct-line warriors went from joy to despair.

Ye Wudao gazed directly at the seven elders, unafraid.

"You brash young fool, you dare to disrupt the execution?" an elder from the Ye Clan’s imperial family shouted angrily.

"Don’t waste words on him, this young man must be a genius nurtured by the direct line!"

"Kill him!" several elders shouted murderously.

"You all go first!" Ye Wudao spoke to the nine direct-line warriors behind him.

"No way, we can’t abandon you!"

"Benefactor, we wish to live and die with you!" the nine direct-line young men said.

"Haha, no one is escaping, if you’re from the direct line, you must die!" an elder sneered, launching the first attack with a palm strike.

The nine direct-line warriors turned pale; they were just ordinary Spirit Level Martial Artists, no match for this group of collateral line elders!

In that instant, Ye Wudao threw a punch, carrying a terrifying dragon’s roar.

Bang!

Fist and palm collided, creating a shockingly loud noise.

The elder stumbled backwards, spitting out blood, his face deathly pale; "This lad is so strong, he must be at least a peak Eighth Grade Emperor!"

The other elders exchanged glances, then sneered; "Didn’t expect the direct line would send out such a master!"

"It looks like the direct line has really made a huge investment!"

The leading peak Eighth Grade Emperor elder stepped forward, sneering, "Who exactly are you?"

"You aren’t qualified to know my name!" Ye Wudao responded.

"Arrogant!" The peak Eighth Grade Emperor elder brandished a treasure sword, striking at Ye Wudao.

"Heavenly Tiger Sword Technique!"

Ye Wudao’s eyes were cold as he slashed with his sword.

"Dragon Prison Sky-Cleaving Slash!"

The two forces collided, tearing the sky apart as if it were splitting, shaking the earth.

Ultimately, Ye Wudao’s Dragon Prison Sky-Cleaving Slash was superior and completely overpowered the Heavenly Tiger Sword Technique.

Not good!

The peak Eighth Grade Emperor elder’s pupils contracted, and in the next moment, the Dragon Prison Sky-Cleaving Slash struck his body.

"Puh!" The peak Eighth Grade Emperor elder spat blood, a through-and-through wound appearing on his abdomen.

"This lad is a Ninth Grade Emperor Level powerhouse, form up!" the lead Eighth Grade peak elder exclaimed, and the six other elders nodded in agreement.

All seven elders burst out with their aura, extended both hands, and shouted, "Fierce Tiger Formation!"

Roar!

A tiger’s roar sounded, and a formation emerged in front of the elders with a fierce tiger phantom hovering above, significantly enhancing everyone’s strength within the formation.

"Kill!" All seven elders attacked Ye Wudao at once.

Ye Wudao immediately swung his sword to defend.

Bang!

A deep thud resounded as Ye Wudao staggered back, his face slightly pale.

"Brat, our Fierce Tiger Formation is capable of killing a Ninth Grade Emperor, you’re undoubtedly going to die!" the lead peak Eighth Grade Emperor elder sneered, attacking again.

Bang!

Bang!

Ye Wudao continuously defended, clearly exhausted!

"No good, I must end this quickly!" Ye Wudao’s eyes turned frosty.

"Devil’s Eye, activate!"

"Slaughter Battle Body, activate!"

In an instant, Ye Wudao’s power burst forth by twenty times.

Ye Wudao stretched out the Heaven-Stepping Step, his strength surged another tenfold!

"Heaven-Stepping Demon Emperor Slash!"

Ye Wudao swung his sword, the terrifying blade light like the wrath of a Demon Emperor, fiercely attacking the Fierce Tiger Formation.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out, shattering the Tiger Formation instantly. All seven elders were blasted away, vomiting blood, three dead and four injured!

The entire crowd was shocked!

"Holy shit, who is this young man?"

"Even seven elders are no match for him!"

"Three dead, four injured!" all the bystanders were dumbfounded.

The nine chief warriors were even more stunned, disbelieving!

"My God, our benefactor is too powerful!"

"We have met a master!"

Whoosh!

Ye Wudao gasped heavily. Although he had defeated seven collateral elders in one breath, knowing this was Ye Cheng, and that any delay would be disadvantageous to him, he immediately said, "Chief warriors, let’s go; take me to your place!"

"Okay, benefactor, follow us!" the nine chief warriors quickly responded.

Soon, Ye Wudao left Ye Cheng, facing an endless stretch of Gobi desert ahead.

"Once we leave the scope of Ye Cheng and enter our territory, those dogs of Ye Cheng won’t chase us anymore!" A burly young chief warrior spoke up, gratefully saying, "Benefactor, my name is Ye Zhuang, how should I address you?"

"Ye Wudao!"

"You also have the surname Ye?" Ye Zhuang could hardly believe it.

"Hmm." Ye Wudao nodded.

Just then, a terrifying aura of slaughter descended fiercely.

Not good!

Sensing the momentum, Ye Wudao’s expression turned subtly ominous as he immediately turned around.

It was a youth in black clothing, around thirty years old, his face cold, holding a treasure sword, his body emitting a fearsome aura of slaughter!

"Holy shit, it’s Ye Kongcheng!"

"He was originally a genius of the chief lineage, and also the adopted son of Clan Leader Ye Lingtian! However, this man betrayed Ye Lingtian, joined the most powerful collaterals under Ye Tianba, treating the traitor as his father, and was appointed as the Junior Clan Leader of the collaterals!"

"Benefactor, be very careful, this Ye Kongcheng is a Second Grade Pseudo-Saint-level strongman!" the nine chief warriors were extremely nervous.

"Die!" Ye Kongcheng swung his sword, a sword light falling like a meteor.

Ye Wudao quickly raised his blade to defend.

Bang!

Ye Wudao vomited fresh blood, his complexion deathly pale.

"Benefactor, are you alright?" Ye Zhuang and others worriedly asked.

"Don’t worry about me, run!" Ye Wudao yelled.

What?

Ye Zhuang and the other chief warriors were stunned.

"This is an order, run!" Ye Wudao shouted.

"No, we will not leave!"

"We chiefs, are not the ungrateful type!" Ye Zhuang and others refused.

Ye Kongcheng didn’t care about Ye Zhuang and the others at all, his gaze fixed solely on Ye Wudao, saying, "You look very much like my adoptive father Ye Lingtian!"

"Shut up, you traitor, you have no right to mention him!" Ye Wudao rebuked angrily.

"Your identity is really suspicious, come with me, my father wants to meet you!" Ye Kongcheng mocked.

"Do you think I’m an idiot?"

"Heh, then go to die!" Ye Kongcheng sneered, suddenly erupting with a Second Grade Pseudo-Saint-level aura, oppressively pinning down Ye Wudao.

Sensing this aura, Ye Wudao’s complexion turned white!

He couldn’t move at all!

"Die!" Ye Kongcheng swung his sword to kill.

It was over!

Boom!

A tremendous sound erupted, forcing Ye Wudao to open his eyes involuntarily.

Was he dead?

It didn’t seem so!

"Who is it?" Ye Kongcheng frowned.

"Ye Kongcheng, you have crossed the line!" a mysterious voice came, resembling the low whisper of a tiger.