At the instant after this collision, a terrifying scene unfolded — the Handprint of the Great Demon Sky Palm rapidly collapsed. Despite its immense and vast size, it still collapsed, while Ye Tian’s Returning to Dust punch merely lost 30% of its Divine Light and continued forward.

This advance met head-on with the shadow of the "Gun Falling to the Netherworld."

"Clang!"

A piercing sound.

Similar to a nail scratching on glass — only magnified ten thousand, a million times.

Accompanied by a light that nearly pierced everyone’s eyes.

Then.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The enormous, narrow gun shadow that seemed endless began to collapse in segments!!!

Shattered.

It shattered just like that.

And the Fist Seal of the punch Returning to Dust still hadn’t vanished into nothingness or shattered. The Divine Light on the Fist Seal dimmed by another 40%.

Leaving about 30% remaining.

That Fist Seal headed toward Ye Yang.

Right before Ye Yang’s eyes.

Ye Yang’s complexion finally grew pale, and there was a slight twitch.

No more care for anything else.

He shouted loudly: "Heavenly Demon Painting!!!"

A scroll brimming with endless Demonic Qi appeared suddenly.

As if a curtain of light, it blocked Ye Tian’s punch Returning to Dust.

The punch Returning to Dust transformed into void.

"Phew..." Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief this time, feeling soaked in sweat all over.

Ye Yang subconsciously looked toward Ye Tian.

"My dear brother, is this what you call giving me guidance?"

Ye Tian spoke, sighed: "I thought after half a year, you could give me a bit of surprise, but unexpectedly..."

Ye Tian’s voice paused, somewhat helpless: "You are weaker than I expected, even weaker than my imagination."

Speaking, Ye Tian raised his hand, pointed at Xing Jiusi and fifteen or sixteen True Martial Realm strong people inside the pavilion: "Why don’t you let your good senior brother and those who follow you, come at me together!"

Ye Tian smacked his lips, truly feeling a bit bored.

Weakness should have its limits.

Someone like Ye Yang being so weak really is...

"Pfft..."

Could Ye Yang bear such humiliation?

Could he accept such reality?

A twitch in his throat, a rush of bloody sweetness surged.

Relative to his current minor injuries, Ye Yang faced a bigger wound in his state of mind!!!

He had been so confident, supremely proud, exceedingly noble, utterly playful, how could he accept it now?

The feeling of falling from the heavens straight down to the eighteenth layer of hell almost drove him directly mad.

Fortunately, his current Martial Arts had a slightest demonic taste, thus avoiding immediate madness and loss of control.

"Huff, huff..." Ye Yang breathed heavily, staring at Ye Tian, his eyes filled only with unnameable dread and venom.

And at this moment, the atmosphere across Zhan Yuan Square, utterly indescribable by words.

Even Ye Zhenchen and Sui Qinglian, who absolutely trusted their son, believed Ye Tian would die by Ye Yang’s hand, let alone others?

Then, such a scene like dissecting eyeballs appeared truly before the eyes, who could accept it?

"Jinjin, pinch... pinch me, pinch me... pinch hard..."

Sui Qinglian felt dazed and confused, the emotional upheaval so overwhelming that she was not excited, but felt fainting, akin to epilepsy.

"Auntie, it is... really true, it’s true!!!"

Nangong Jin spoke, tears began to stream down... excitedly approaching madness, wishing to jump up.

"He seems to have hidden a lot of strength."

Jin Qingcheng felt somewhat disappointed, originally wanting to see the limit of Ye Tian’s strength, with some anticipation, but unexpectedly...

That Ye Yang simply couldn’t test Ye Tian’s strength at all.

Ye Tian probably didn’t even use one percent of his strength.

That Ye Yang really is a waste.

"Kill him!!!"

At this moment, Ye Yang suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Ye Tian, shouting with burning fury...

He was ordering Yang Bahuang and five or six others blocking by Ye Zhenchen and the people below the pavilion like Ye Jiuxian and the fifteen-six people.

If strength isn’t enough, numbers will suffice.

"I don’t believe it!" Ye Yang’s eyes turned red, half a year’s anticipation, supreme pride reaching the Sky Dome, shattered, he truly leaned toward collapse.

Luckily, Senior Xing Jiusi had already instantaneously moved to Ye Yang’s side.

"Junior brother, stay calm, you haven’t lost yet."

Xing Jiusi spoke calmly: "His strength is only slightly stronger than yours; otherwise, you’d already be dead. If he’s only slightly stronger, facing an encirclement by twenty or thirty True Martial Realm strong people might easily lead to death, even if not, when your injuries heal, senior brother and you will strike together. That kid must have injuries after being worn down by twenty or thirty True Martial Realm experts. This decline will lead to his death by our hands, even if pushed to the extreme, even if our brotherhood isn’t his match, at most senior brother tears the Communication Talisman for Master to descend."

With Xing Jiusi’s comfort, Ye Yang’s feeling and heart that were near collapse improved slightly.

Ye Yang clenched his fist tightly, nodding: "Yes, he must die!"

Then, Ye Yang’s mind moved, and various healing Elixir appeared in his hands, madly stuffing them into his mouth...

At this moment, Yang Bahuang, Ye Jiuxian, and the others, however, had solemn faces, a closer look revealed some fear and struggle.

But ultimately, all twenty to thirty True Martial Realm strong people began to approach Ye Tian.

Encircling Ye Tian.

Were they afraid?!!!

Of course, fear. Even the master Ye Yang, a half-step King Martial Realm expert, was crushed defeated by Ye Tian; Ye Tian’s strength is really... too strong. Such strength isn’t human, how can they be Ye Tian’s opponent at their Early, Late, Mid-Stages of True Martial Realm?

If possible, they wanted to flee.

Unfortunately, they cannot escape, as they’ve all consumed Ye Yang’s Elixir.

Elixirs capable of controlling their lives.

Escape means certain death, one thought from Ye Yang.

And fighting, united as twenty to thirty men, perhaps, a vast numerical advantage can induce a qualitative change, offering a slim chance?

"Boring."

Surrounded, Ye Tian truly seemed speechless, if Ye Yang and Xing Jiusi, those two half-step King Martial Realm experts, surrounded him too, struck together, perhaps he must exert slightly more strength, maybe offering a hint of fun. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Where’s the thought... Ye Yang and Xing Jiusi, directly watching the show???

"Don’t hold back, fight desperately, burn Essence Blood, burn life span, burn True Qi, burn everything, strike together, use secret techniques, use Divine Skills, use Divine Weapons!!!" At this moment, Yang Bahuang spoke, his voice hoarse, laden with a desperation driven to the brink, his voice loud, hoarse but with an alluring impact.

As Yang Bahuang shouted, his aura crazily surged.

Out of control-like, as if a tsunami.

...