He had never mobilized his spiritual power on such a large scale before, and the Demonic Palm he had just released consumed almost no spiritual power.
In other words, if all the spiritual power is released this time, it may be able to withstand hundreds or thousands of Demonic Palms.
As Chen Ye mobilized the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, he looked at the roaring golden dragon in front of him, and couldn't help but think
This was his first serious move, and it would be too boring if it didn't have a cool name for the move.
But what name should I choose...
As Chen Ye was thinking about it, suddenly the image of a bald man in yellow clothes from an anime appeared in his mind.
Okay, let’s call it this!
After coming up with the name of the move, Chen Ye smiled with satisfaction and then swung his fist.
At this time, the spiritual power on his fist had gathered into a solid entity. The light blue spiritual power slowly floated above his fist and rolled, as if it had been eager to gush out.
Feeling that the mobilization of spiritual power had reached its limit, Chen Ye suddenly swung his fist down and punched out!
At the same time, he called out the name of the move: "Seriously, one punch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a light blue wind gushed out from his fist, and there was a "Woo!" sound.
The area covered by this fist wind was as large as the sky, and it stirred and deformed the space as it rolled.
When this move was first released, unparalleled terrifying pressure instantly enveloped all areas within sight.
The monks who were watching the battle from afar, who had not yet entered the defensive formation, were instantly blown away by the pressure and began to bleed from their mouths and noses.
Even within the defensive formation, the situation was not optimistic. Cracks flashed across the barrier formation, as if it was about to break.
"Quick, work together to repair the barrier, or we might all die!"
Many independent cultivators who were in charge of setting up the formation shouted and began to organize everyone to pour their spiritual power into the formation.
Not many people believed in this battle to annihilate the Sanyuan Sect at first, so it was even less likely that cultivators of high realms would come to watch the battle.
Those who can come to watch the battle are all cultivators of low realms who come to watch the fun.
These cultivators at a lower level, facing the pressure released by Chen Ye, almost could not survive even with the help of defensive barriers!
Although they expected the aftermath of the pressure to be strong, they did not expect it to be so terrifying!
At this time, Dongfang Huan was under his own sect protection formation and did not feel the horror of this pressure.
Looking at Chen Ye's confident look, he couldn't help but laugh:
"Do you think that you can be invincible in the world just because you have a chance, and ignore the heritage passed down by our Sanyuan Sect for so many years!?"
"You will pay the price for your ignorance, go to hell!!"
Just as Dongfang Huan was roaring hysterically, the golden dragon had already rushed in front of Chen Ye.
At the same time, Chen Ye's fist hit the golden dragon in the face.
In an instant, a loud noise was heard, like the cry of a giant dragon.
“Boom!!!”
The moment the golden dragon came into contact with the fist wind, it was crushed into nothingness and disappeared into the air like smoke.
The shock wave formed by the collision of the two attacks directly collapsed the surrounding mountains, and countless "boom" sounds were heard, like the wails before the end of the world.
Although the golden dragon disappeared in the air, Chen Ye's fist wind did not stop, and still rolled and swept downwards!
Dongfang Huan stared at the scene in the air with his eyes wide open, his mouth open and motionless.
How could their Sanyuan Sect's most proud protective formation, the product of the painstaking efforts of countless cultivators, not even be able to defeat Chen Ye, a man he had once defeated?!
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! That person is not Chen Ye at all!
He was obviously unable to accept the reality and just stood there in a daze, with all sorts of random thoughts starting to run through his mind.
But Chen Ye's fist wind did not give him a chance to think. In just a blink of an eye, the fist wind had arrived in front of the barrier of the sect protection formation.
Countless Sanyuan Sect disciples within the barrier watched this scene and shouted in horror!
"Master, please! Quickly open the sect protection formation and let us out!"
"Otherwise we'll all die here!"
Dongfang Huan came to his senses after hearing his disciples' cries for help.
But looking at the devastated scene before him, Dongfang Huan did not choose to escape.
Although his attack was shattered, as long as the sect protection formation is still there and can withstand Chen Ye's attack, he still has a chance to counterattack!
"No, not walking! Pour your spiritual energy into the sect protection formation. Let's push forward together. Quick!"
When the disciples heard the sect leader's words, they all trembled uncontrollably.
The Sect Master was clearly mad. Their previous counterattack had been easily crushed. How much longer could this protective formation withstand?!
Now they all regretted it so much, regretting not listening to Chen Ye’s previous words and quitting Sanyuan Sect early, and regretting not coming to this place!
But it was no use regretting it, so they had no choice but to put their hands on the barrier and apply spiritual power to it.
At the same time, Chen Ye's fist also roared and hit the barrier of the sect protection formation!
“Crack!!”
As soon as the fist wind touched the protective sect formation, the barrier made a sound like shattering glass and shattered into spider-web-like cracks.
Then the fist wind showed no sign of stopping, and there was another "click" sound, and the barrier was shattered in an instant. Countless golden barrier fragments floated in the air like glass fragments.
Without the defense of the sect protection formation, the terrifying pressure contained in the fist wind that was so close to him instantly enveloped Dongfang Huan.
Dongfang Huan was at the very center of the area enveloped by the coercive pressure. As a cultivator at the fifth level of the Divine Hidden Realm, he actually had difficulty standing under this coercive pressure.
His expression was still ferocious and terrifying. Facing such an attack, he knew he would not survive!
Dongfang Huan began to manipulate the spiritual power in his body and released the evil magic that he had been practicing in secret!
"Sacrifice, sacrifice to me!"
He shouted crazily, and at the same time, his spiritual power spread rapidly around the ground like ink dripping onto rice paper.
As soon as the disciples of Sanyuan Sect came into contact with this spiritual power, they were instantly absorbed and turned into mummies.
All the disciples didn't even have the chance to scream before everything was absorbed.
Dongfang Huan's cultivation also began to soar suddenly, gradually rising to the fifth, sixth, and ninth heavens!
His appearance gradually began to change, his body size began to grow rapidly, and his muscles expanded wildly.
The color of the skin changed from flesh to purple-blue, which was extremely terrifying, like a humanoid monster.
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