Chapter 137: I am Ye Wujin

"No matter how powerful the Peak Dan Emperor is, without reaching the Dan Saint realm, don't even think about disturbing my soul."

Murong Feng stepped forward, his long spear trembling once again, the spear light shining like dazzling meteors, incredibly fast, carrying boundless pressure, instantly landing in front of Wu Qingxue.

"Thousand Dreams Realm - Dream Entrance!"

"Gravity Golden Mountain!"

Wu Qingxue fought with all her might, but this time, the opponent's spear light did not stop, directly falling on the Gravity Golden Mountain, with a loud bang, Wu Qingxue was directly blasted back a hundred feet.

Wu Qingxue's strength was indeed very strong, but at most, she could only overwhelm people like Xue Yunfan. It was a bit difficult to contend with the strong ones on the Imperial List. After several collisions, she gradually fell into a disadvantage.

This scene made Murong Yi's expression slightly better.

"No matter who it is, dare to kill someone from my Dan Saint Palace, they will die." Murong Yi said coldly.

Murong Feng erupted with full force, the spear lights flashing like residual images, making it difficult to discern their reality. Gradually, he completely suppressed Wu Qingxue, shaking her into the air.

"Die!"

Murong Feng descended from the sky, his eyes cold, his spear falling like a falling star, emitting a terrifying destructive force, locking onto Wu Qingxue's heart.

The Gravity Golden Mountain was shaken away, and it seemed that Wu Qingxue was about to be defeated.

"She won't die."

Just at this moment, a clear voice resounded, accompanied by a palm print, suddenly appearing under the spear lights, rushing upwards against the sky.

The two forces collided instantly, with a resounding noise. The spear lights began to shatter, and even the long spear broke in an instant. The formidable force directly sent Murong Feng flying away, spitting out endless blood.

Murong Feng, heavily injured and defeated!

This instant change made everyone go crazy.

Mo Qingqing's divine eyes trembled!

Mo Li's pupils shrank, revealing a sharp light.

Murong Yi's eyes widened with horror.

Defeating the enemy with a flick of his finger, effortlessly, this guy, how could he be so terrifying.

Murong Feng was a strong figure on the Imperial List, not an ordinary Ninth Realm Martial Emperor. Yet, in front of him, he appeared so weak, like an ant or a speck of dust?

"Could it be that he is really Ye Wujin?!"

The crowd was in an uproar, shocked.

"Ye Wujin!"

Mo Qingqing's expression changed again.

Could the rumors from the Lower Third Abyss be true?

Is this person really Ye Wujin?

Murong Yi's heart trembled violently, and he stared at Ye Chen tightly, at this moment, he seemed to start believing.

Regardless of age or the strength to defeat Murong Feng with a flick of his finger, this person seemed to fit the legend of Ye Wujin. Perhaps the rumors from the Lower Third Abyss were very likely true!

"Dust, you've embarrassed us."

Wu Qingxue retracted the Gravity Golden Mountain and returned to Ye Chen's side.

"It doesn't matter, your potential surpasses his by a thousand times. In a few months, you will be able to overwhelm him." Ye Chen said indifferently. He had seen Wu Qingxue's growth.

Three months ago, she could barely contend with the Snow Guards of the Northern Cold Palace. Now, she could fight against an Imperial List strongman like this, which was already impressive. In a few more months, she would definitely surpass him.

"Who are you?" Mo Li stepped forward and came to Murong Feng's side. The two Imperial List strongmen stared at Ye Chen, seeming to have the intention to join forces against him.

"I am Ye Wujin."

Ye Chen didn't conceal anything, and immediately stepped forward, saying lightly, "Make way, or die."

Sure enough, it's him!

The people around were shocked again.

This person is indeed Ye Wujin.

From defeating Murong Feng with a flick of his finger, his strength is absolutely terrifying. The rumors from the Lower Third Abyss are likely true.

"It's hard to imagine that there is such a monstrous person in this world."

The crowd trembled, and someone of less than seventeen years old could kill an Imperial List strongman. It's hard to find a second person like him even in the vast continent, let alone compare with him.

Murong Yi's face was ugly.

He prided himself on his extraordinary talent. He was able to reach the middle stage of the Dan Emperor before the age of thirty, equivalent to the sixth realm of martial arts. He was definitely among the top of his peers in the Nine Abysses.

But compared to the two people in front of him, what was he?

Mo Qingqing's expression was extremely complicated, with shock and worry.

Mo Li's expression was the most solemn, even more cautious than Murong Feng.

This is the Wan Dao Sword Sect. Why did Ye Wujin come here?

Is it not enough to dominate the Lower Third Abyss and want to unify the Nine Abysses, continue to conquer, or for the Reincarnation Wood?

"I don't know why you are here?" Mo Li asked in a solemn voice, a long sword appearing in his hand at some point, trembling as if it wanted to be unsheathed.

"For the Wan Dao Sword Sect."

Ye Wujin said calmly.

Mo Li's expression trembled.

Mo Qingqing's expression changed dramatically.

But Murong Yi suddenly smiled.

It turned out that the other party did not come for them, but the Dan Saint Palace unexpectedly suffered casualties, and even Murong Feng was heavily injured and defeated, losing face.

"So it was a misunderstanding." Murong Yi's eyes turned, suddenly smiling.

"A misunderstanding?"

Ye Chen looked sideways and sneered, "I don't think so. If it weren't for my strength, would you admit that this was a misunderstanding? Dare to even lay hands on me, even if you have enough strength, it's a mistake. Do you think it's possible?"

These words made those people in the distance who were watching deeply resonate.

They were forced to detour, with grievances in their hearts, but what could they do?

Just as Ye Wujin said.

If you forcibly intrude without strength, it's justifiable to die. If you have enough strength, then it's called a misunderstanding. Is there such a good thing in the world?

Murong Yi's expression changed, and he said solemnly, "Someone dared to attack the predecessors. Come here, bring all those who attacked the predecessors."

Soon, several embarrassed figures were brought over, almost all of them were on the verge of death, breathing heavily, barely able to breathe, obviously unable to survive.

"Young Master, avenge us." Someone said intermittently.

Avenge your sister!

Murong Yi cursed inwardly.

That's Ye Wujin!

He didn't believe it before, but defeating Murong Feng with a flick of his finger made him have to believe it.

Such a strong person, although the Dan Saint Palace is not afraid, they don't want to offend him either. After all, he is too young. Who knows how his future

 achievements will be?

Offending a formidable enemy with great potential, even his grandfather would have to hold him accountable.

"Even if he dares to offend the predecessors of martial arts, now, use your lives to atone for your sins."

Murong Yi showed no mercy, directly waving his hand to send out several qi currents. Those who were heavily injured and almost dead suddenly turned pale as snow, unable to even utter a word before being killed off.

"Elder, the misunderstanding here has been cleared. I wonder if you are satisfied?" Murong Yi smiled at Ye Chen, his expression respectful.

At this moment, he wanted to withdraw and let the Wan Dao Sword Sect deal with Ye Wujin.

When two tigers fight, one will get hurt. Whether it is Ye Wujin or the Wan Dao Sword Sect, he will laugh in the end. If he intervenes again, he will definitely dominate the Black Abyss and even swallow up the Lower Third Abyss in one breath.

His idea is good, but Ye Chen will not give him this opportunity.

Only to hear Ye Chen coldly say, "Not enough."

Murong Yi didn't understand.

He saw Ye Chen raise his hand and point at Murong Feng.

In an instant, Murong Yi's pupils contracted violently.

He could sacrifice some people, but Murong Feng, not only was he his uncle, but also an Imperial List strongman, a absolute power of the Dan Saint Palace, how could he be easily sacrificed?

Ye Wujin, you are too much.