"Qingcheng, are you okay?" Ye Chen asked with concern.
"I'm fine, be careful, this Holy Son Haoyue is very powerful." Luo Qingcheng reminded.
"Hmph, just him?" Ye Chen sneered disdainfully.
"Thunder is coming!"
Ye Chen roared and mobilized the source of thunder. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning bolts as thick as buckets danced like silver snakes, striking towards the people of Haoyue Xianzong.
"ah……"
Screams rang out one after another. The disciples and lackeys of the Haoyue Immortal Sect were struck by lightning and screamed like ghosts. Their bodies were charred and they fell to the ground twitching continuously.
The Holy Son of Haoyue's face changed drastically, and he quickly used a defensive magic weapon to resist the attack of thunder and lightning.
He really didn't expect that Ye Chen, who relied on sneak attacks last time, would be so powerful now.
"With just this little ability, you dare to provoke me?"
Ye Chen sneered, and his figure flashed, appearing in front of the Holy Son of Haoyue.
"you……"
Before the Holy Son of Haoyue could react, Ye Chen kicked him away.
“Crack!”
With a crisp sound, the dantian of the Holy Son of Haoyue was shattered by Ye Chen's kick, and all his cultivation was destroyed.
"ah……"
The Holy Son of Haoyue let out a shrill scream and rolled on the ground, covering his lower body.
Ye Chen's kick not only destroyed his cultivation, but also made him lose his qualifications as a man.
"You...how dare you..."
The Holy Son of Haoyue glared at Ye Chen with resentment, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.
"Dare to set your sights on my wife, this is what will happen!" Ye Chen said coldly.
"My father is the leader of the Haoyue Immortal Sect. If you dare to cripple me, the Haoyue Immortal Sect will not let you go, and neither will the Tiangong Academy!"
The Holy Son of Haoyue had a face full of resentment and pointed at Ye Chen with trembling hands.
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