336: Chapter 336 Is he at the peak of the Celestial Master realm?

Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. "Who do you think you are? You tell me to leave and I just leave?"

The Middle-aged Man's expression turned cold, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes.

"You're looking for death!"

The moment the words left his mouth...

The seven or eight black-clad figures behind him simultaneously released a powerful aura!

Earth Realm!

All of them were in the Earth Realm!

While they weren't top-tier, seven or eight Earth Realm experts appearing at once was a force to be reckoned with anywhere.

The leader took a step forward, looking down at Ye Chen with a threatening tone.

"Kid, if you don't cooperate, you'll provoke an existence beyond your imagination."

"When that time comes, never mind a minor martial artist like you; even if your backer is Xuanyuan Huo, he'll have to kneel and apologize to our young master-in-law!"

Ye Chen's gaze swept over them, the smile on his face becoming increasingly playful.

"A bunch of trashy Earth Realm cultivators are supposed to be beyond my imagination?"

"Oh right, I actually can't imagine it."

"After all, it's a rare sight to see a bunch of useless trash actually daring to come looking for trouble with me."

The expressions of the group changed in unison!

The Middle-aged Man leading them was so enraged he laughed.

"Good, good, good! Choosing the hard way over the easy way!"

"Let me tell you! We are from the Chen Family of Kunlun! My name is Chen De!"

"If you don't cooperate and come with us today, you'll be making an enemy of the entire Chen Family of Kunlun!"

"When that happens, no one in heaven or earth will be able to save you!"

Ye Chen was stunned for a second.

Then.

He tilted his head, a confused expression on his face. "What kind of thing is the Chen Family of Kunlun?"

Chen De's face stiffened, his anger flaring up as he blurted out.

"The Chen Family of Kunlun is not a thing!"

As soon as the words were spoken...

The entire area fell into dead silence.

The black-clad men behind Chen De, in particular, looked utterly bewildered.

Good heavens!

Did the boss just insult his own family???

Jin Meiting was stunned for a moment, then she covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking violently from suppressed laughter.

Miao Renfeng was even more direct; his old face turned beet red as he tried to hold it in, his lips twitching madly.

Even the monk suddenly looked up, pressing his palms together and laughing toward the sky.

"Amitabha, my Tathagata Buddha!"

"Hahaha..."

"This poor monk's merit is gone! Completely gone!"

"In over fifty years of living, this is the first time I've seen someone call their own family 'not a thing'!"

"Wonderful!"

Chen De's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He suddenly realized what he had just said.

Wasn't that basically insulting his own family?

The veins on his forehead bulged as he glared at Ye Chen, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"Kid! You're dead!!!"

Ye Chen spread his hands innocently. "I didn't say anything; you said it yourself."

Chen De: "!!!"

His chest heaved violently, and he finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Get him!"

"Take this scoundrel down!!!"

The moment he spoke, the seven or eight black-clad men behind him moved!

They didn't rush in blindly; instead, they shifted their positions, occupying eight directions with extreme speed!

Qian! Kun! Zhen! Xun! Kan! Li! Gen! Dui!

The Eight Trigrams!

The Eight Sword Formation!

The eight men simultaneously drew flexible swords from their waists, their blades shivering with a cold, piercing light!

In the next instant.

A profound sword intent rose from the eight of them simultaneously, weaving into an invisible sword net that enveloped Ye Chen and the other two!

Chen De stood outside the formation, a savage smile on his face.

"Kid, this is the Eight Desolations Sword Formation, a secret technique of the Chen Family of Kunlun!"

"With eight Earth Realm experts working together, it's enough to trap and kill a late-stage Heaven Realm expert. Even a Celestial Master wouldn't find it easy to escape!"

The monk's expression changed.

"Amitabha! This poor monk was just passing through to beg for alms, how did I get dragged into this?"

He pressed his palms together and bowed repeatedly toward Chen De.

"Benefactor, this poor monk is not with them!"

"How about..."

"You guys fight first? And I'll take my leave?"

As he spoke.

He hunched his back and tried to sneak away.

However.

Chen De shot him a glance, and two black-clad men immediately blocked his path.

The smile on the monk's face froze, and he retreated sheepishly.

Ye Chen stood where he was, his gaze sweeping over the sword formation formed by the eight men, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"A bit interesting."

"Eight people, eight positions, connected true qi, and synchronized sword intent."

"Offense and defense are one; they advance and retreat in sync."

"And they're all in the Earth Realm..."

"If executed properly, it would indeed be difficult for a Celestial Master to escape."

Hearing this, the smugness on Chen De's face deepened.

"At least you know!"

"If you're smart, surrender quietly and come with us!"

"Otherwise..."

He sneered, "Under this sword formation, not even your bones will remain!"

Ye Chen looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Trapping a Celestial Master, then..."

"Can it trap someone at the peak of the Celestial Master Realm?"

The smile on Chen De's face instantly froze.

The eight black-clad men behind him also froze in unison.

Peak of the Celestial Master Realm?

What did this kid say?

He's at the peak of the Celestial Master Realm???

Chen De suddenly snapped out of it, his expression shifting from shock to ridicule, and then from ridicule to wild laughter.

"Hahaha... Peak of the Celestial Master Realm?"

"Do you fucking think peak Celestial Masters are as common as cabbages?"

"A peak Celestial Master in his early twenties? I've never heard of such a thing in my life!"

"Stop trying to play tricks!"

Previously, they had received intelligence that Ye Chen, in his twenties, had already entered the Celestial Master Realm and killed the Prison Master of the Black Prison.

They thought it was absurd!

It was most likely that old fogey Xuanyuan Huo had sent people to join forces and take down the Prison Master of the Black Prison just to 'create a god,' and only then did such a ridiculous story spread.

Suddenly.

He waved his hand and shouted sternly.

"Kill!"

"Just leave him with one breath!"

The eyes of the eight men sharpened as they thrust their flexible swords in unison!

Eight sword lights struck simultaneously from eight directions!

Sword intent intertwined!

Sword qi crisscrossed!

Like a Heavens Net and Earths Snare, it descended upon Ye Chen!

Jin Meiting's face turned pale, and the monk even hid behind a car.

Only Miao Renfeng stood his ground, unmoving.

He even let out a sigh.

His gaze was exactly like one looking at a bunch of fools who didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

Just as the sword qi was about to strike...

Ye Chen moved.

He simply raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and made a gentle grasping motion toward the air.

"Boom!!!"

A boundless, matchless surge of true qi erupted from his body!

The true qi was almost tangible, exploding outward in all directions with him at the center!

The eight incoming sword lights shattered simultaneously the moment they touched the true qi barrier!

The eight flexible swords snapped in response!

The eight black-clad men were sent flying back as if they had been hit head-on by a charging rhino!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The eight figures slammed into the ground, into cars, and onto the stone steps!

Not a single one could stand back up.

They curled up on the ground, spitting blood, their eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

Chen De stood there, completely dumbfounded.

Wait...

He hadn't seen wrong, had he?

The Eight Desolations Sword Formation, a secret of the Chen Family of Kunlun, was broken just like that???

He suddenly snapped back to reality and looked at Ye Chen. The arrogance in his eyes had long since vanished, replaced by nothing but boundless fear.

"You... are you really at the peak of the Celestial Master Realm?!"

Ye Chen withdrew his hand and looked up at him. "I don't know if it's the peak, but it's enough to kill you."

Chen De's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the spot.

Ye Chen took a step forward, walking unhurriedly until he stopped in front of him.

"Speak."

"Who exactly is your young master-in-law?"

"Why does he want to see me?"

Pausing for a moment, Ye Chen gave a harmless-looking smile. "Of course, you can refuse to answer, but if you do, the price you pay will be quite heavy."

Chen De's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"I... I'll talk!"

"Our young master-in-law's surname is Sima, his given name is Ling."

"He is the youngest son of Sima Li, the head of the Sima Family in the capital."

"He... he sent us to invite Mr. Ye, saying there are important matters to confront you about."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "Sima Ling? Someone from the Sima Family?"

Chen De nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes! He's from the Sima Family!"

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes.

"I haven't even gone to settle scores with the Sima Family yet, and they've already come to my door?"

"Old Miao, I'll leave this to you."

"Understood!"

Miao Renfeng reacted immediately, grinning as he pulled a jade-green short flute from his robes and began to play.

In the next moment.

The flute's sound wailed like ghosts crying in a graveyard.

Before the eight black-clad men groaning on the ground could realize what was happening, a rustling sound suddenly came from the ground.

Chen De looked down, and his face changed instantly!

Countless black ants were swarming out from the cracks in the concrete of the parking lot!

Those ants were huge, each the size of a fingernail, jet-black and shiny, and they crawled with startling speed!

"What... what is this?"

Chen De backed up two steps in terror, only to be blocked by a car.

The dense swarm of ants, like a black tide, instantly submerged the eight black-clad men lying on the ground.

"Argh!!!"

Shrill screams echoed through the parking lot!

The eight men rolled and slapped frantically, but the ants were like maggots on a corpse, crawling under their skin, into their clothes, ears, and mouths...

So much so that...

The screams grew weaker and weaker.

In just a dozen seconds, the eight men were completely silent.

The ant swarm receded, leaving only eight complete white skeletons on the ground, without even a trace of flesh left.

The skeletons were in twisted poses, as if they had endured immense agony before death.

Chen De's legs gave out, and he slumped onto the ground, a warm sensation spreading at his crotch...

He had actually wet himself in terror.

"Amitabha!"

The monk, hiding behind the car, pressed his palms together. "This poor monk saw nothing!"

Miao Renfeng put away his short flute and walked back behind Ye Chen, standing with his hands at his sides.

"Master, they've been cleaned up."

Ye Chen nodded, his gaze falling on Chen De, who was slumped on the ground.

"Don't be nervous."

"I won't kill you."

Chen De was stunned, his fear subsiding slightly, but he still didn't dare to move.

Ye Chen looked down at him and spoke calmly.

"Go back and tell that Little Sima."

"I'm still in Baisha Town today, staying at Wangjiang Tower."

"Tell him to crawl over here to see me."

"Remember, crawl over."

"If I don't see him before dark..."

Ye Chen paused, his gaze sweeping over the eight skeletons on the ground. "These people will be the future fate of his Sima Family."