The more they fought, the more alarmed Hong Qihai became. He held nothing back, but Ye Xingchen was clearly handling the situation with ease and not using his full strength.
If this continues, he will surely lose, and his Thunderfire Technique is explosive, not suited for prolonged combat.
"Be careful." Hong Qihai suddenly clasped his hands together, remaining motionless as if he had just spoken.
With an invisible roar, a burst of scorching true energy suddenly surged around him, burning like flames.
Behind him, a giant of fire seemed to appear with his hands clasped together, his imposing presence like a mountain.
"Heavenly Fire Fury?" Ye Xingchen gestured with his right hand, and in an instant, fragments of stone and green leaves condensed into several streams of killing intent, attacking the opponent. At the same time, he roared, "Break..."
With a thud, Hong Qihai staggered back three steps.
He was both shocked and furious; the first level of his Thunderfire Technique had actually been broken.
But then he changed his grip, turning his palms into fists, pressing them against his chest, and roared, "Thunderfire Fury..."
Without his noticing, a dragon's roar seemed to echo in the void. The scorching aura around him changed, and the fire giant behind him instantly transformed into blue and white lightning.
Ye Xingchen raised his right hand in the air, and with a hum, the sword pellet spun rapidly above his palm. With a clear whistle, several sword energies rushed towards him.
Hong Qihai's body trembled again, and he took five steps back.
He was furious. He gritted his teeth, changed the shape of his hands into flames, and with a boom, a gas of lightning and fire retaliated.
Ye Xingchen's body trembled, and he retreated.
Holding the Crimson Sky Sword, he looked at Hong Qihai, who was now surrounded by flames and lightning, exuding an astonishing aura.
The third level of the Thunderfire Technique: Dragon Elephant Roar.
"You've only mastered the Thunderfire Technique to the second level, and you can't control the Dragon Elephant Roar of the third level at all." Ye Xingchen laughed: "Now you're forcibly increasing your strength and entering the half-step Celestial Phenomenon realm to unleash the Thunderfire Dragon Elephant Roar, which is a self-destructive fighting style."
"After this battle, even if you don't die, your cultivation level will drop, and you will never be able to enter the fourth realm of the Celestial Phenomenon again."
"Hmph, so what? I didn't expect you to be so strong. I became famous ten years ago. If I were to lose to an unknown kid like you, how would I ever have the face to show my face in the martial arts world again?"
Hong Qihai said through gritted teeth, "Even if I kill you, my status in the underworld will remain the same."
"Stubborn to the end." Ye Xingchen shook his head.
"Hmph, killing you eliminates one formidable enemy; it's worth it no matter what." Hong Qihai sneered, "Kid, do you have anything else to say?"
"I have nothing to say, but you..." Ye Xingchen held the Crimson Sky sword, his aura rising little by little: "If you have any last words, hurry up and say them, or you'll miss your chance."
"You're still being stubborn even when you're about to die? Dragon Elephant Roar, kill him!" Hong Qihai roared, his hand gestures changed, and with a roar, the true energy of thunder and fire moved forward instantly, enveloping Ye Xingchen.
"Do you really think my strength is only at the Heavenly Realm?" Ye Xingchen laughed, his expression solemn: "The Supreme Jade Purity Dao Scripture cultivates the Immortal Path."
"You really think you have a chance of winning if you challenge the path of immortality with martial arts?"
Suddenly, Ye Xingchen pointed his right hand into the air and chanted loudly, "I offer my thunderous sword to the heavens, its sword energy shattering the sky for thirty thousand miles."
He pointed Chixiao towards the sky, and sword light immediately swirled around the blade.
In the dark night sky, a thunderclap suddenly resounded, and a bolt of lightning darted about in mid-air, echoing the Crimson Sky Sword in Ye Xingchen's hand.
In an instant, bright white sword energy flashed like lightning, followed by blue and white electric snakes centered on Ye Xingchen, instantly breaking through Hong Qihai's Dragon Elephant Roar and enveloping him.
The Thunderclap Sword is an extremely powerful sword technique used by the Supreme Jade Purity Daoist.
Ye Xingchen cultivates the immortal path, and even with his current strength at the Heavenly Realm, he can still kill a Celestial Phenomenon cultivator beyond his level, despite Hong Qihai forcibly activating the Dragon Elephant Roar and reaching the half-step Celestial Phenomenon realm.
However, they were no match for Ye Xingchen.
"You, you're not just at the Heavenly Realm, you're already at the Formless Dust Realm within the Great Celestial Phenomenon?" Hong Qihai stared at Ye Xingchen in disbelief, letting out a desperate roar.
Boom... A bolt of lightning enveloped him, his scream abruptly stopped, and with a bang, Hong Qihai's figure turned into dust in the lightning and disappeared without a trace.
Chi Xiao transformed into a small copper ball and returned to Ye Xingchen's wrist.
He slowly turned his head and saw that Na San Shao was sitting in a wheelchair with a look of horror on his face. His face was ashen and bloodless.
Hong Qihai is Na Sanshao's master, a master of the Heavenly Realm, and also his strongest trump card.
They originally thought that bringing in Hong Qihai would make dealing with Ye Xingchen a simple matter of lifting a finger.
But he never expected that Ye Xingchen's strength had already reached the Great Celestial Phenomenon level, leaving his master with not a trace of dust in the end.
"This is a personal feud between me and Young Master Na. If you don't want to die, get out." Ye Xingchen stopped in front of Young Master Na's wheelchair and glanced at Young Master Na's bodyguard.
Everyone clearly witnessed the scene of a sword killing a master of the Heavenly Realm.
The more than twenty bodyguards behind Na San Shao all turned pale, looking at each other in bewilderment.
"Get lost." Ye Xingchen uttered a single word, and a huge sound wave instantly formed, causing the bodyguards to stagger backward.
"Go, run!"
Someone let out a scream, and a group of bodyguards scattered and fled, leaving only Young Master Na alone in the courtyard.
Ye Xingchen walked up to Na Sanshao and stared at him: "You want a quick death too, don't you?"
“Kill me if you want, my ancestor Nalan Qingguan was a first-rank military officer… Ah.”
Before Na Sanshao could finish speaking, Ye Xingchen pierced his shoulder with a bamboo stick.
He screamed in agony, the excruciating pain making him feel like he was dying.
"I don't want to hear this nonsense anymore. I know that your ancestor, Nalan Qing, was a first-rank military official, commander of the Imperial Guards, and minister in charge of the Imperial Guards." Ye Xingchen grinned, "But that was more than a hundred years ago."
"The Qing Dynasty is gone. Only someone like you would be so unable to extricate yourself from the brief glory of your ancestors, right?"
"If you have the guts, just kill me." Na Sanshao's face was twisted and ferocious.
"I told you, if you want a quick and easy solution, then cooperate. I have a few questions for you." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "You and the Japanese both want to obtain the Jade Slip Heavenly Book. What secrets are hidden inside?"
“Yes, yes… the secret of immortality.” Na San Shao gritted his teeth: “That’s all I know.”
“You’re not being honest. With your personality, you wouldn’t cooperate with Japan if they didn’t tell the truth.” Ye Xingchen shook his head. Immortality? He didn’t believe such nonsense. Young Master Na definitely knew the reason.
He gripped the bamboo stalk that had pierced Na Sanshao's shoulder, and his inner energy condensed.
*Snap*... The bamboo stalk, as thick as a thumb, burst into bamboo strands, the thinnest of which were almost the size of a hair.
Ye Xingchen had mastered the control of his true energy. The bamboo strip exploded, blasting a hole the size of a teacup into Na Sanshao's shoulder.
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