Chapter 157 One Person Suppresses a Sect

What is dominance?

What is invincibility?

Before this moment, perhaps many still didn't understand the meaning of dominance and invincibility.

Until they witnessed it with their own eyes, seeing Ye Wuji casually slay Saint Martial Murong Yun with ease, they finally understood what dominance and invincibility truly meant.

Suddenly, amidst the silent space, came the sound of a zither, melodious yet stirring.

As if from that zither music, they saw a general leading troops into battle, seizing the enemy's head amidst a myriad of soldiers.

They saw an unparalleled powerhouse, overlooking the world, standing shoulder to shoulder with the heavens, daring to outshine the sun and moon.

One person, causing all things under heaven to pale in comparison.

And at this moment, isn't Ye Wuji just like that?

"To have a true confidant in life is such a fortunate thing."

Ye Chen turned around, only to see Lin Miaoyin playing the zither, which made him show a heartfelt smile. Such zither music was exactly to his liking.

"The Dan Saint Palace shall fall today!"

Ye Chen strolled out, still as calm as ever, but his cold words made everyone in the Dan Saint Palace turn pale.

Even Murong Yun couldn't match him with just one sword. Who else in the entire Dan Saint Palace could contend with Ye Wuji?

Even Murong Jue, perhaps, couldn't be his opponent.

For a moment, everyone in the Dan Saint Palace seemed timid and fearful, showing signs of trepidation.

Ye Chen didn't care whether the Dan Saint Palace was shocked or frightened. Stepping forward, he directly appeared in front of Murong Wanjun, without any dazzling brilliance, only a seal falling like a mountain.

Murong Wanjun exclaimed, hurriedly crushed a talisman, and his figure disappeared in an instant, seemingly activating some spatial talisman.

"Trivial tricks."

Ye Chen sneered.

With a grasp of his hand, the blossoming palm print instantly contracted, the vast expanse of space, like a young swallow returning to its nest, was caught under his palm, as if that piece of space had shrunk to inches.

"Shaking the space, how is this possible?"

Murong Wanjun, unable to escape, was extremely frightened, continuously inhaling cold air.

It was said that only those who reached the pinnacle of Immortal Martial could control some degree of spatial manipulation, capable of shrinking space to inches, intimidating a region, leaving no escape.

And at this moment, Ye Wuji could control space, even the instant teleportation talisman couldn't break through. How could this not make people tremble with fear?

Immediately, the seal fell, like thousands of giant mountains, crushing one side.

Terrified, Murong Wanjun exerted all his strength but couldn't resist Ye Wuji's crushing.

"No..."

Murong Wanjun let out a horrified and desperate scream, then his body exploded, turning into flesh and dissipating, disappearing completely from the world as if he had never existed.

With one palm, Murong Wanjun vanished into thin air.

This scene made everyone change color again, and the Dan Saint Palace looked grim and extremely unsightly.

Ye Chen had no intention of showing mercy, with each palm strike, dozens of imperial martial experts died miserably under his hand, and even many warships exploded in mid-air.

The remaining imperial martial experts fled in panic, and the entire Dan Saint Palace showed signs of collapse.

"Ye Wuji, if you cease your vendetta against the Dan Saint Palace now, my Dan Saint Palace will not trouble you either." Murong Jue's expression turned dark, gritting his teeth.

And this statement undoubtedly indicated that Murong Jue had softened.

Even the vendettas between brothers and generations could be abandoned as long as Ye Wuji stopped.

"What is dominance? What is invincibility? At this moment, Ye Wuji is just like this, suppressing a sect with one hand, making Murong Jue bow his head and soften. Who else in the Dark Profound Territory can achieve this?"

"Too terrifying."

With Murong Jue's softening, the crowd burst into commotion, shocked.

Even the vendettas between brothers and generations could be abandoned, just because Ye Wuji was too terrifying, one person could suppress the entire Dan Saint Palace.

Murong Jue had no choice.

"If you can defeat it, you want revenge; if you can't, you want to soften. Where does the world find such good things?"

Ye Chen showed no mercy, mocking.

The palm prints continued to erupt. In just a few breaths, dozens of imperial martial experts died miserably under his hands, and even many warships exploded in mid-air.

"Ye Wuji, are you really going to fight to the death?" Murong Jue shouted angrily. As the master of a sect, he had softened, even willing to give up his greatest grievances. What else did Ye Wuji want?

"So arrogant, Ye Wuji!"

Murong Jue and Murong Jue both attacked. Their sleeves waved, and seven rays of light, like a rainbow piercing through the sun, cut through the sky, which were seven sacred-grade mysterious weapons, exuding a powerful aura, crushing towards Ye Chen.

Swoosh!

Explosions resounded, and everyone saw seven rainbows constantly exploding, turning into countless tiny and dense silver needles, like a rain of swords.

Each silver needle was sharp and terrifying, seemingly unstoppable, capable of piercing through everything. Even martial warriors of the same level would probably not dare to confront them head-on.

"Ye Wuji, take my sword!"

Murong Jue also took action, his long sword trembling, sword light flooding the sky, a faint sound like the roar of the sea, engulfing Ye Chen.

Father and son both took action, without any reservations, wanting to oppress Ye Chen with a powerful blow, otherwise, today there would be no chance of victory.

The killings of the two were extremely terrifying, even Mo Wenjian would probably find it difficult to withstand.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring at Ye Chen.

This collision would probably determine the outcome of today's storm: would Ye Wuji crush the Dan Saint Palace, or would the Dan Saint Palace still have a chance of winning?

"Bringing a knife to a gunfight."

Ye Chen remained calm, even sneering.

With one hand outstretched, the Wind and Cloud Palm covered the sky, like an iron wall, blocking all the endless silver needles.

With his other hand lightly pressed, Murong Jue's sword aura was completely shattered.

Immediately after, he stepped forward, his speed as fast as a ghost, appearing above Murong Jue and Murong Jue in an instant.

"How is this possible!"

Murong Jue and Murong Jue were both shocked to the core. They had gathered all their strength for one attack, but Ye Wuji had casually defused it? He wasn't harmed in the slightest. How was this possible?

While they trembled, Ye Chen's hand emitted a glimmer, and the Nine Nether Platform suddenly appeared, bursting forth, enveloping the area, emanating a terrifying aura of destruction, descending from above.

In an instant, Murong Jue's expressions were filled with extreme fear.