Chapter 660: Scared Out of Wits
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Ye Qingsheng and Ye Ziyi's scorn had all transformed into chill. They were not fools; although the opponent's profound aura was indeed only at the third level of the King Xuan Realm, they clearly knew what level of power was needed to accomplish what had just happened…
The Seven Nation Ranking Battles had never attracted their attention, because to the Sacred Grounds, the seven nations were merely low-level existences. Even the strongest, the Shenhuang Empire, would never be taken seriously if not for the deterrent of the Phoenix deity. As for the Seven Nation Ranking Battles, to them it was just a slightly more intense game among weaklings. They had even heard the name "Yun Che" only because the Shenhuang Empire had been defeated for the first time in the Seven Nation Ranking Battles, and also because Ye Xinghan, after returning from the Shenhuang Empire, had gnashed his teeth over the name "Yun Che."
At this moment, they began to vaguely recall… three years ago, when Yun Che single-handedly defeated the ten strongest young experts of the Shenhuang Empire, his profound strength level had been at the Earth Xuan Realm. At that time, almost everyone in the Sun Moon Divine Palace had refused to believe it, even treating it as a joke.
And the ten Shenhuang disciples he had defeated were all at the mid-stage King Xuan… some even at the late stage.
If that rumor was true… then Yun Che at the Earth Xuan Realm could defeat late-stage King Xuan practitioners, so now that his profound strength had reached the King Xuan Realm…
The scene just now had struck Ye Qingsheng and Ye Ziyi too heavily; their minds trembled violently and could not calm down. Facing this young man whose profound aura was only at the third level of the King Xuan Realm, an increasingly clear sense of palpitation began to arise.
Ye Qingsheng could no longer laugh. He could only pray that what had just happened was an unrepeatable "coincidence." Grinding his teeth, he waved his arm: "All of you, together… take him down!!"
At Ye Qingsheng's command, the nine black-robed Thrones erupted with profound energy simultaneously. With low roars, they charged at Yun Che from different directions, each with vicious eyes and holding nothing back. Nine powerful profound auras stirred up crisscrossing spatial ripples… The fact that a companion had been killed in an instant by a youth half a major realm weaker could perhaps be understood as a peculiar "accident." But with nine attacking together, such an accident… could never happen again!
Before today, nine Thrones at Level 8 or above besieging a Level 3 Throne would have seemed utterly ridiculous. Yun Che's current profound strength level might indeed be the King Xuan Realm, but his actual combat power could never be measured by conventional profound strength levels. Though he was also in the King Xuan Realm, the power of a Throne to him now… was only worthy of being described as "pathetically weak."
Facing the siege of nine Thrones, Yun Che's feet did not move an inch, and even his gaze showed not a ripple. He merely raised his arm, and a blue light shimmered in his palm. With a wave of his arm, nine points of Ice Spirit shot out… The Ice Spirits were incredibly fast, tracing nine long-lasting blue trajectories in the air. The nine Thrones did not even see the blue light before the Ice Spirits struck their chests.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack…
The blue light was as small as a firefly, but the moment the Ice Spirits touched the nine Thrones, their entire bodies were instantly enveloped in blue light, turning into ice sculptures… and from the inside out, thoroughly frozen!
No screams, no terror, let alone any movement of resistance—only the overlapping sounds of ice crystallization… The next moment, the nine ice sculptures crashed down from the air simultaneously.
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
The ice sculptures hit the ground and all shattered instantly. Some broke into pieces all over, some snapped into several chunks, and the lightest case was broken at the waist, covered with dozens of cracks. The person who had been flying the highest turned into a pile of ice shards… But on the ground covered with debris, not a trace of blood was seen. Because even their blood had been frozen solid in that single instant.
"Wha… what?!" Ye Qingsheng and Ye Ziyi both stepped back… The pupils of these two powerful Overlord Emperors constricted, and even their legs trembled visibly.
Nine high-level Thrones, frozen in an instant… And the most terrifying thing was that after their frozen bodies fell naturally, they shattered like ordinary ice blocks hitting hard ground!
As high-level Thrones with King Xuan Realm profound energy protecting their bodies, even if they fell from an abyss of ten thousand zhang, they would never break their bodies. Even if frozen, their protective profound energy should still exist… Even if they died in that instant, their profound energy should not dissipate completely immediately.
But the scene before their eyes was so horrifying that they could hardly believe their eyes… They began to wonder if this was nothing but a nonexistent illusion… or a nightmare.
Unless… in that instant, not only their bodies but also their profound energy had been completely sealed by ice…
But how could such power appear in someone only in his early twenties, with a profound aura at the King Xuan Realm?
"Ah…" Behind Yun Che, the Ice Cloud girls gasped, instinctively raising their hands to cover their lips. The Ice Cloud Seven Immortals were also stunned… The scene before them was millions of times more shocking than the instant kill of a Level 9 Throne just now.
This was power they had never witnessed, power that completely exceeded their understanding!
Instant killing of a Level 9 Throne was something Ye Qingsheng and Ye Ziyi could still accomplish. But instantly killing nine late-stage Thrones was absolutely impossible even if the two of them joined forces… Moreover, when Yun Che had struck earlier, they still had not sensed any profound energy fluctuations. Throughout the entire process, Yun Che had merely waved his hand casually… as if it were nothing but an effortless gesture.
The two of them completely stopped breathing, and the cold inside them expanded dozens of times. At that moment, Yun Che's gaze fell directly on them, and an intense killing intent locked them firmly in place.
Locked by Yun Che's killing intent, their entire bodies turned abruptly cold. They felt as if a python had coiled tightly around their bodies, its venomous fangs pressed against their throats.
A fear they had never felt before spread through their entire bodies. If they had been uncertain about the gap between their strength and Yun Che's before, now that they were locked by his killing intent—an indescribable bone-chilling cold, a trembling of the heart and soul they could not control, and a pressure that made their profound energy shrink and hard to circulate—they knew in terror that this young man's profound strength was not only far beyond the King Xuan Realm, but compared to the two of them, mid-stage Overlord Emperors, he surpassed them by nearly a whole level!
Such an overwhelming pressure, they had only felt before from Emperor Sovereigns.
The Yun Che before them… could raise his hand and kill nine late-stage Thrones… and he was absolutely capable of killing both of them!
Ye Qingsheng's feet shifted slightly backward—a gesture ready to flee at any moment. At this point, he could no longer be arrogant. He forced himself not to show fear, and growled: "Yun Che! Do… do you know who we are…"
"I don't know who you are," Yun Che's every word was like a heavy boulder smashing into their chests: "But I know… you two will soon be dead men!"
Chi!!
Before Yun Che's voice had fully faded, his figure had already become blurry, and his true body appeared like a ghost right in front of Ye Ziyi… His speed was so fast that no one had reacted at all. When he appeared before the two, their gazes were still fixed on his lingering afterimage.
"Ah!!" The sudden arrival of his figure startled the already tense Ye Qingsheng, who let out a strange shriek and shot backward. Meanwhile, Yun Che's right hand had locked firmly around Ye Ziyi's throat. With his arm raised, he lifted the man completely off the ground.
Ye Ziyi's eyes bulged to their maximum, his eyeballs protruding severely, and his entire face turned blood red… The grip on his throat was too vicious and too tight, preventing him from even letting out a whimper of pain. Moreover, all the profound energy in his body was completely suppressed and sealed by a domineering force, leaving him unable to muster even a shred of resistance. He hung limply from Yun Che's hand like a stiff corpse.
Ye Qingsheng retreated in terror, and the women of the Bing Yun Fairy Palace were all pale with shock… Ye Qingsheng and Ye Ziyi were two extremely powerful Overlord Emperors. It was these two who had driven the entire Bing Yun Fairy Palace into a corner. To them, these men were more terrifying than demons, and far stronger, seemingly impossible to resist or defeat.
But such terrifying beings were now dangling from Yun Che's hand by the throat, their muscles spasming instinctively, utterly unresisting… Even their hands hung limply, unable to lift them!
If not for absolute suppression of power, how could this mighty Overlord Emperor have no strength to resist at all?
Ye Ziyi's pupils gradually dilated, his almost bursting eyeballs filled with fear, despair, and desperate pleading. But Yun Che had no mercy at all. As his fingers tightened slightly, Ye Ziyi's throat bones silently turned to powder. Yun Che said in a low voice: "My Bing Yun Fairy Palace had no grievance with you, yet you were so vicious… Though you are merely a lackey… you deserve to die ten thousand times for your sins! Die!!"
The word "die" fell, and a flicker of flame flashed in Yun Che's eyes. Scorching Golden Crow Flame blazed from his hand, instantly spreading over Ye Ziyi's entire body, turning him into a man of fire. Ye Ziyi, engulfed by the Golden Crow Flame, writhed in agony, his pupils convulsing from pain. All fear and pleading turned into ultimate suffering and despair…
The flame surged high in Yun Che's hand. After a few breaths, it quickly subsided. As the fire died and the last ember fell, Ye Ziyi's body had completely vanished from that spot… not even a trace of ash remained.
The Ice God Temple was dead silent. The air had turned scorching, but Ye Qingsheng felt ice-cold all over, as if in an abyssal ice cavern. He watched helplessly as Ye Ziyi was burned to ashes in Yun Che's hand in just a few breaths, without even a moment of resistance… His own body went limp as Ye Ziyi's disappeared. As Yun Che's gaze slowly turned to him, he let out a shrill howl, clutched the wall, and scrambled out like a frightened dog fleeing with its tail between its legs.