Chapter 160 Creating Saintly Martial Artists

The reactions of Mo Wenjian and the others were not much different from those of Yin Zheng'an at the beginning.

They were all speechless.

Such a demand, daring to say it wasn't high, in the entire Nine Abyss, there was definitely only Ye Wujin.

This demand, was probably on par with those top forces in the Canglan Continent, or even surpassing them.

Ye Chen paid no attention to the reactions of the three, calmly saying, "Now, summon those who meet the requirements and all the Imperial Martial Ninth Heavyweights."

"Yes, Young Master Chen."

Although Mo Wenjian was somewhat speechless and puzzled, he still followed Ye Chen's instructions and ordered someone to summon these people.

"Now that the Myriad Sword Sect has become the No Bound Palace Sword Pavilion, I naturally won't treat you unfairly."

Ye Chen strolled out and came to Mo Li's side, suddenly reaching out towards him.

Suddenly, bursts of breaking sounds came from Mo Li's body, as if there were meridians appearing from within him, those meridians flowing with an extremely powerful aura, converging towards his dantian.

Mo Wenjian's eyes trembled.

Mo Daohua was also shocked at this scene.

The most shocked was Mo Li himself, instinctively wanting to resist Ye Chen's power.

"Don't resist unless you don't want to break through to the Saintly Martial realm." Ye Chen said in a deep voice.

"Break through to the Saintly Martial realm?!"

Mo Li's pupils widened, his face full of shock.

Could it be that Ye Wujin wanted to help him break through to the Saintly Martial realm?

Heavens, that's Saintly Martial! He had been trying for three years and still hadn't broken through, and Saintly Martial was not something that could be easily broken through.

Mo Wenjian and Mo Daohua were equally shocked.

Ye Wujin, was he really going to help Mo Li break through to the Saintly Martial realm?

This was too exaggerated.

The three of them all held doubts.

Only Wu Qingxue and Lin Miaoyin appeared indifferent.

They had witnessed too many miracles from Ye Chen, and even if Ye Chen said he would elevate Mo Li to Immortal Martial, they wouldn't doubt it.

Ye Chen paid no attention to the reactions of the crowd, exerting force with his palm, and those countless meridians suddenly boiled, merging into one and rushing towards Mo Li's dantian.

In an instant, Mo Li felt a more violent rumbling in his body, a vast aura continuously rising, instantly reaching the pinnacle of Imperial Martial, and faintly surpassing it.

Mo Li was shocked but also filled with joy. At this moment, he suddenly felt as if he had broken free from some shackles, and the bottleneck of the Imperial Martial pinnacle was now within reach, like a thin piece of paper that could be easily broken through.

"Break through."

Ye Chen's fingers pinched a seal and pressed it into Mo Li's body.

The winds and clouds changed, the rules of heaven and earth rushed into Mo Li's body like rivers into the sea, and sword shadows appeared in the sky, entering Mo Li's body.

At this moment, Mo Li seemed to have transformed into a sharp blade, appearing sharp and terrifying. All the power in his body collided fiercely against the bottleneck, hitting it with all his might.

Without any suspense, only a dull rumbling sound was heard, and Mo Li felt his sea of consciousness suddenly clear, his perception and reaction both sharpened, and the whole world seemed different.

"Is this the power of Saintly Martial?"

Mo Li stood almost dumbfounded, feeling the surging power within his body, feeling his breath, and feeling extremely excited, trembling all over, unable to believe his eyes as he looked at Ye Chen.

"Young Master Chen, have I... have I broken through?" Ye Chen smiled faintly, "Very good, the Sword Pavilion has gained another Saintly Martial artist."

He really broke through!

With Ye Chen's affirmation, Mo Li finally believed in the power within him, and immediately, he became ecstatic.

Then, he looked at Ye Chen with deep gratitude and immediately knelt down, not only grateful but also sincerely convinced.

Three years of hard work, but unable to win guidance from Ye Wujin in one moment, it was evident that Ye Wujin was truly extraordinary.

At this moment, he finally understood his father's decision. The Myriad Sword Sect joining the No Bound Palace was definitely a wise choice, the most correct decision.

Mo Wenjian and Mo Daohua were also shocked.

But their reactions were still very different.

Mo Wenjian was excited, with a smile on his face. His decision was indeed correct.

Mo Daohua, on the other hand, was shocked and amazed.

"He really did it?!"

Mo Daohua felt like he was in a dream, unable to believe what he was seeing. He slapped himself hard, it hurt.

He knew that everything was real, and at this moment, he admired Mo Wenjian's decision, deeply respected Ye Wujin, and had no doubts at all.

In the entire hall, except for Ye Chen, only Wu Qingxue and Lin Miaoyin remained indifferent.

"Master."

At this time, several young men and more than thirty Imperial Martial Ninth Heavyweights arrived outside the hall, their expressions respectful.

The strength of the Myriad Sword Sect was indeed stronger than the Three Abyss, with more than thirty Imperial Martial Ninth Heavyweights, almost none weaker than Xue Yunfan of the Northern Cold Palace, these were the true elites of the Myriad Sword Sect.

"Come in."

Ye Chen waved his hand.

Mo Wenjian's heart trembled instantly.

Before, he didn't know why Ye Chen had summoned these people, but now he knew.

Was Ye Chen planning to create Saintly Martial artists?

Heavens, this was terrifying.

Under the shocked gazes of Mo Wenjian and the others, Ye Chen had already come to a certain Imperial Martial Ninth Heavyweight, igniting his power and gathering it to impact the Saintly Martial realm.

The Saintly Martial realm corresponded to the rules of the Void Crossing in the Immortal Martial world, but the Saintly Martial realm in the lower realms had incomplete rules and was vastly different from the Void Crossing in the Immortal Martial world.

Ye Chen had long since restored his Void Crossing, and he had also comprehended the rules of martial arts. Moreover, the Saintly Martial rules of the fallen dynasty were incomplete.

The Imperial Martial Ninth Heavyweight was only a step away from the Saintly Martial realm, and Ye Chen could easily break through that step.

Without any surprise, another Saintly Martial artist appeared.

At this moment, not only were the people who broke through excited, but also those Imperial Martial Ninth Heavyweights, they were all extremely excited, their expressions trembling, their eyes shining.

This scene made Mo Daohua and Mo Li even more admiring of his father's decision. Far from questioning, they continued to give thumbs up.

"Heavens, this is too miraculous."

Mo Wenjian was dumbfounded, feeling dizzy as if in a dream.

He believed that joining the No Bound Palace under Ye Wujin's command was definitely not wrong, but he didn't expect that in just a moment, the Myriad Sword Sect would undergo such a drastic change.

No

, to be precise, it was the Sword Pavilion.

More than thirty Imperial Martial Ninth Heavyweights all broke through to the Saintly Martial realm, and the Sword Pavilion now had nearly forty Saintly Martial artists.

Heavens, the entire Nine Abyss probably didn't have so many Saintly Martial artists.

Just the Sword Pavilion alone would be enough to shock the entire Nine Abyss.

And the Sword Pavilion was just one line of the No Bound Palace. It could be imagined how vast the future of the No Bound Palace would be.

It was too far away, but just based on Ye Wujin's terrifying means of creating Saintly Martial artists, the No Bound Palace could already dominate the entire Nine Abyss.

The future of the No Bound Palace was truly something to look forward to.

At this moment, Mo Wenjian felt that his dormant blood was boiling, wishing to follow Ye Wujin, wield his sword, and see a broader world!