Chapter 42: The Combat Power of the Zhou Tian Astral Divine Body!

The next day, at the Ye family estate, Ye Qingsong summoned all the clan members to the family martial arts arena, placing them on high alert. Meanwhile, Ye Chen accompanied Li Tianyuan, sitting casually on a nearby chair and sipping tea in a relaxed manner.

"Master, are we just going to wait like this?" Ye Chen asked, looking up at Li Tianyuan, who was seated beside him.

"Indeed, just wait patiently," Li Tianyuan replied with a slight nod. His divine sense had already enveloped the entire Lin'an City, detecting a massive force rushing toward the Ye family estate to carry out a siege. However, Li Tianyuan showed no intention of stopping them, allowing those formidable enemies to arrive at the doorstep.

As time slowly passed, the members of the Ye family, despite knowing that Ye Chen's master was backing them up, could not help but grow tense. After all, among the incoming attackers were Deity Transformation cultivators—beings they had only ever heard of in legends.

"Old man of the Ye family, where is Ye Qingsong? Get out here and accept your death!"

A voice suddenly shattered the silence, instantly echoing through the entire Ye family estate. Following that, over a hundred figures descended into the martial arts arena, every single one of them exuding an overbearing and arrogant aura.

At the very front stood Song Tianhao and Song Xuanyuan, flanked behind by a dozen cultivators clad in black. Each of them emitted a powerful presence, unmistakably all cultivators at the Yin-Yang realm. Clearly, these were disciples of the Demonic Sword Sect, though the elder named Wu had not yet shown himself.

Seeing the Ye family members already waiting in formation, Song Tianhao sneered coldly and stepped forward.

"Heh, Ye Qingsong, looking at this formation of yours, could it be that you still intend to put up a stubborn resistance?"

"Let me tell you the truth. Today, with the arrival of the Song family, your Ye family is destined for annihilation!"

"I advise you to surrender obediently and save me some trouble. Otherwise, not even a fly will be left alive in your Ye family today."

Song Tianhao assumed an imposing posture, completely dismissing Ye Qingsong. With so many Demonic Sword Sect cultivators under his command, this force was more than enough to crush any minor clan. The Ye family only numbered around a hundred people, the vast majority being Qi Condensation practitioners. Even with two Core Formation experts among them, how could they possibly withstand such a formidable lineup?

"Humph! Song Tianhao, don't think you can run wild in the Ye family just because you have the Demonic Sword Sect backing you. Today, this old man wants to see what ability you have to wipe out my Ye family!" Ye Qingsong scoffed coldly, staring back at Song Tianhao with unyielding anger. With the terrifying entity currently drinking tea backing him up, he felt completely unfazed.

"Ye Qingsong, oh Ye Qingsong, we have fought for all these years, and even at this stage, you still dare to run your mouth!" Song Tianhao sneered disdainfully. He pointed back at the Demonic Sword Sect disciples and continued, "Look at them. Every single one of these men possesses the cultivation of the Yin-Yang realm. Now, with your pathetic little strength, what do you have left to resist?"

With that, Song Tianhao waved his hand, signaling the Demonic Sword Sect cultivators to strike and wash the Ye family in blood.

"Master, this disciple wishes to test his skills!"

Seeing the dozen Yin-Yang realm cultivators, Ye Chen felt eager to try, his eyes burning with fighting spirit as he requested permission from Li Tianyuan.

"Go ahead!"

"Since you've been cultivating for a while, it's a good time to use them to test your results." Li Tianyuan waved his hand, his indifferent expression concealing a deep sense of anticipation.

Although Ye Chen was only at the mid-stage of the Profound Entry realm, he possessed the supreme constitution known as the Universe Star Divine Body and had practiced two supreme immortal techniques imparted by his master. His combat power was bound to be terrifyingly immense, easily enough to crush ordinary Yin-Yang realm cultivators a full tier higher than him.

Ye Chen cupped his fists in a salute, then leaped forward, landing right before the dozen Demonic Sword Sect cultivators.

"A mere Profound Entry realm cultivator dares to provoke our Demonic Sword Sect? You are truly courting death!" Seeing Ye Chen approach with reckless abandon, the Demonic Sword Sect cultivators sneered repeatedly.

In an instant, a dozen flying swords were summoned simultaneously.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!*

The sky was filled with flying swords like a torrential downpour, overwhelming Ye Chen with a fierce momentum that was both shocking and spine-chilling. Seeing these terrifying flying swords, even the Ye family members could not help holding their breath, beads of cold sweat covering their foreheads.

Yet, facing such a ferocious and terrifying barrage, Ye Chen's expression remained calm, without a shred of panic.

"Break!"

He let out a furious roar, channeling the power of the nine heavens' stars into his fists, and threw a punch forward. In an instant, a dazzling star manifested, forming a brilliant giant fist of starlight that swept outward with destructive fluctuations.

*Boom, boom, boom!*

The giant starlight fist crashed into the sea of flying swords, producing muffled, thunderous explosions. All the flying swords proved as fragile as blocks of tofu, easily shattered by the power of the stars.

*Puff, puff, puff...*

In the blink of an eye, fragments of the flying swords scattered in all directions, grazing and wounding several Demonic Sword Sect cultivators.

"How... how can this be?!"

"He actually broke all of our combined flying swords with a single move!"

Witnessing Ye Chen shatter their flying swords firsthand, the Demonic Sword Sect cultivators stood frozen in shock, utterly unable to believe that a mere Profound Entry realm cultivator could be this powerful.

Watching Ye Chen effortlessly rout a dozen Demonic Sword Sect cultivators with a single punch, the members of the Ye family were equally astonished. They had never witnessed such a formidable Profound Entry realm cultivator, let alone imagined that Ye Chen possessed such terrifying strength.

"It seems Chen'er has truly found a good master, acquiring such powerful divine abilities," Ye Qingsong muttered, his eyes filled with shock as he gazed at the formidable combat power Ye Chen displayed. If the disciple he taught was already this powerful, just how terrifying must the master be?

Ye Qingsong found himself unable to fathom it, and the heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart finally settled completely.

"Isn't that trash from the Ye family, Ye Chen? How does he possess such terrifying strength?" Song Tianhao's face turned gloomy. Ye Chen's sudden appearance shocked him, leaving him deeply puzzled. Everyone in Lin'an City knew that the son of the Ye family's eldest young master had been mediocre in talent since childhood. But now? Ye Chen had become so formidable that he defeated a dozen Demonic Sword Sect cultivators with a single move and even shattered their combined sword array—it was simply preposterous!

Was this really the Ye Chen he knew? What on earth had happened to him?

"Father, do not panic. Watch as this child slaughters Ye Chen and then washes the entire Ye family in blood!" Song Xuanyuan scoffed coldly and charged forward.

Although he was somewhat surprised by Ye Chen's inexplicable strength, he believed that with his own cultivation at the Great Circle of the Yin-Yang realm, he could easily suppress Ye Chen.

"Haha, Song Xuanyuan, you came at the right time! Today, let us settle all the grievances and scores of these past years once and for all!" Seeing Song Xuanyuan charge over with murderous intent, Ye Chen laughed excitedly; he had waited a long time for this day.

The two of them had grown up together in Lin'an City, and since their families were fierce competitors, conflicts between them were constant—though Ye Chen was always the one who suffered. After all, his talent was mediocre, while the other was naturally gifted, cultivating at a speed far outstripping his own.

"Trash will always be trash! Even if you stumbled into some lucky chance, so what? I will still trample you under my feet just like before!" Song Xuanyuan laughed hideously. With a step forward, dense spiritual energy surged and gathered in the palm of his hand, transforming into a long sword that emitted a biting chill.

"Ye Chen, go to hell!"

With that, Song Xuanyuan drove his sharp sword forward, piercing through the air directly toward the center of Ye Chen's brows.

"Wanting me dead won't be that easy."

Ye Chen showed no fear whatsoever toward Song Xuanyuan. He clenched his fists tightly, gathering the vast and mighty starlight power within them until his hands glowed with brilliant radiance. He met Song Xuanyuan's sword edge head-on with a direct punch.

*Clang!*

Sparks flew, and the sound of metal clashing rang out through the clouds, deafening and echoing clearly all around.

Ye Chen stood firmly in place without moving an inch. In contrast, Song Xuanyuan was sent flying backward, coughing up a mouthful of blood the moment he crashed onto the ground.

"The Universe Star Divine Body, ranked in the top ten of the three thousand physiques, truly lives up to its reputation!" Watching the strength Ye Chen displayed, Li Tianyuan could not help praising aloud.

"Impossible! How did you become so strong?!" Song Xuanyuan looked up in sheer disbelief. Three years ago, when Ye Chen left Lin'an City, he was nothing more than good-for-nothing trash; now, he had leapt past him in a single bound. If the scene were not unfolding right before his eyes, he would never have believed it.

"Song Xuanyuan, you overestimate yourself."

"A scholar who parts ways for three days must be looked at with new eyes. The current me is no longer the trash you could bully at will."

Ye Chen sneered, taking a step forward to chase down the flying, blood-spitting Song Xuanyuan like lightning. He raised his right fist high, preparing to deal the final, fatal blow.

"No..."

"Elder Wu, save me!"

Seeing Ye Chen's fist hurtling toward him, Song Xuanyuan was scared out of his wits. He shrieked in panic for help while mustering his final breath to mobilize his spiritual energy for defense.

"insolent brat, how dare you!"

Accompanied by a furious roar, a gigantic hand descended from the sky, aiming a vicious slap straight at Ye Chen's head. The colossal palm carried terrifying force, warping the void itself and intent on crushing Ye Chen's skull into pieces.

"A dispute between juniors, and you, an old fogey, dare to meddle? What kind of ability is that?"

However, Li Tianyuan, who had been sipping his tea the entire time, merely smiled and said coldly, "Scram!"