464: Chapter 464 I don't know where the limit is either!

The moment the three of them attacked, the entire underground space shook violently. Cracks spread frantically across the ceiling, and massive chunks of rock came crashing down!

Fractures on the ground exploded outward like a spiderweb, and dust filled the air!

The members of the Hall of Saints lying on the ground were knocked unconscious by the terrifying shockwave!

Too fast!

Too strong!

Three old monsters at the mid-stage of the Tianyi Realm attacking simultaneously—the power was simply world-destroying!

However...

Standing his ground, Ye Chen watched the three figures charging toward him. Far from panicking, he actually smiled.

"Now this is more like it."

"Whether I can draw out a few more Heaven Realm experts depends on you guys!"

As his voice fell, Ye Chen moved.

He didn't charge forward or retreat. Instead, he stood in a stable stance and slowly raised both hands.

The opening move.

Taiji.

His movements were incredibly slow—so slow that everyone present could see every arc his arms traced.

Yet, it was these sluggish movements that caused the expressions of the three mid-stage Tianyi Realm old monsters to change simultaneously.

This was because they discovered their attacks were being easily blocked by those seemingly soft palms.

BOOM!!!

Frederick's fist slammed into Ye Chen's palm. The force, enough to shatter a small mountain, was like a clay ox entering the sea—disappearing without a trace.

CLANG!!!

Auguste's longsword stabbed toward Ye Chen's wrist. The cold light swirling around the blade flickered frantically, but with a twist of his wrist, Ye Chen diverted the sword's edge, causing its power to vanish completely.

Sshhh!!!

The thousands of stones poured down like a rainstorm, but three feet in front of Ye Chen, they were all blocked by an invisible wall of qi. They then turned into a storm, swirling in front of Ye Chen to form a vortex wall.

Three people, three killing moves, were all intercepted by one man using only his bare hands.

Ye Chen's hands continued to move slowly, his actions as smooth as flowing water and drifting clouds, neither hurried nor slow.

Frederick's fist was led astray, Auguste's longsword was stuck, and the old man's spiritual attack was neutralized into nothingness.

The three of them tried their hardest to break free, only to find their bodies firmly bound by an invisible force, unable to move at all.

Frederick's face turned beet red, veins bulging on his forehead. "This... what kind of sorcery is this?!"

Auguste gritted his teeth, gripping his sword with both hands in a desperate attempt to slash at Ye Chen, but the tip of the sword seemed welded to Ye Chen's wrist, remaining perfectly still.

The other old man couldn't even speak; his face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Ye Chen stood in place, his hands continuing their Taiji movements, a faint smile on his face.

"Sorcery? This is called Yin Yang Liangyi. You foreigners don't know a damn thing."

Within the Houtu Inheritance, there was a technique called Yin Yang Liangyi.

It possessed no inherent power, but it could absorb an enemy's offensive force and return it to them through a unique form.

And this move made Ye Chen nearly invincible within the Tianyi Realm...

The faces of the three men turned various shades of blue and white.

They wanted to retort, but found that even opening their mouths had become difficult.

With every movement of Ye Chen's seemingly slow hands, an unstoppable force surged from all directions, squeezing their bodies, compressing their meridians, and making it impossible for them to breathe.

Auguste gritted his teeth, squeezing out each word: "What... what level have you actually reached?"

Not just him—the other two, and even everyone else present, wanted to know the answer.

Because...

Ye Chen's strength had always been a mystery.

To this day, no one knew the truth.

But he was ridiculously strong.

Hearing this, Ye Chen said calmly, "Not much, just a bit stronger than you all."

"A bit?"

Frederick's eyes widened.

Wait...

Taking on three at once so easily is just 'a bit'?

Bullshit!

To resist this much power, he must be at least at the peak of the Tianyi Realm!

"Yes, I can only describe it as 'a bit'."

Ye Chen nodded, looking serious. "Because... I don't know where my limit is either. Can you guys help me find it?"

The three of them were completely stunned.

How could they not be?

This was absolutely the most direct display of arrogance they had ever seen!

But the guy actually had the right to be arrogant!

It was infuriating!!!

The three were so choked by Ye Chen's words they almost spat blood.

Frederick was the first to snap; he let out a violent roar.

"Arrogant brat! This old man will risk it all against you!"

Before his voice even faded...

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood into his palm!

That mass of essence blood instantly turned into a blood-red mist, wrapping around his entire right arm.

In the next second...

His aura actually surged by thirty percent. The muscles on his right arm bulged, veins popped, and the entire arm grew a size thicker!

"Blood Demon Art?"

"Frederick, are you crazy?!"

The other old man cried out in alarm, his expression changing drastically.

This Blood Demon Art was Frederick's trump card, a secret technique that traded years of life for a brief surge in strength.

Once this move was used, even if he didn't die, he would lose twenty years of his lifespan!

But Frederick didn't care anymore.

He had lived for over ninety years; if he was publicly humiliated by a twenty-something youth today without teaching him a lesson...

Where would he hide his old face?

"Die!!!"

He shouted fiercely, his entire being like a blood-colored meteor, carrying a world-destroying momentum as he slammed toward Ye Chen!

"Let's go together!"

Auguste also threw caution to the wind.

He flipped his right hand, and that pitch-black longsword actually shattered inch by inch, turning into countless tiny black fragments.

Those fragments swirled and condensed in his palm, finally forming a black orb the size of a fist.

Inside the orb, electric arcs crackled, emitting an aura that made one's heart tremble.

"Dark Devour!"

Auguste gave a low shout, and the black orb crushed toward Ye Chen like a black hole; wherever it passed, even light was swallowed!

The other old man also stopped holding back.

The speed at which his hands formed seals was too fast for the naked eye to catch. He muttered incantations, and with every syllable, his aura surged.

The moment the ninth syllable fell, he snapped his eyes open. His cloudy old eyes now shimmered with an eerie golden light!

"Spiritual Storm!"

He roared hoarsely as an invisible spiritual force erupted from between his brows like a hurricane, sweeping toward Ye Chen!

Everywhere that spiritual force passed, the stones on the ground were pulverized, cracks on the walls spread frantically, and even the air was distorted and deformed!

They...

Had all given their everything!

Ye Chen nodded with great satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

"If you don't fight for your lives, how will I gain anything?"

The moment his voice fell, he moved.

It was no longer Taiji, no longer using softness to overcome strength, but...

A single punch.

Yet, it was this ordinary punch that caused the expressions of the three mid-stage Tianyi Realm old monsters to change at once.

Because they discovered...

This punch seemed to possess infinite power!

And even more so, this punch was unavoidable!

BOOM!!!

The punch's force collided with the three attacks, and a deafening explosion erupted in the underground space!

The sound was like rolling thunder, causing the entire underground space to shake violently once again!

The shockwave swept outward like a physical thing. The members of the Hall of Saints still on the ground were swept up, slamming into the walls like ragdolls and falling unconscious on the spot!

Amidst the dust, three figures flew backward in different directions like kites with broken strings!

Frederick was the first to land. His body slammed hard into a wall, causing the entire wall to collapse and bury him under the rubble.

The old man who practiced spiritual power crashed into the wreckage of a tank. The wreckage rolled away from the impact, and his body bounced twice on the ground as he spat blood, unable to get up again.

Auguste flew back over ten meters, his feet plowing two deep furrows into the ground until his back hit the steps of the high platform, barely stopping him.

He knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood. The black orb formed by his pitch-black sword had long since dissipated. His right hand was trembling violently, and his palm was covered in blood.

The dust slowly cleared.

Ye Chen stood in place, having not retreated a single step.

His fist was still in its striking position, without even a red mark on his knuckles.

"A pity."

He shook his head and withdrew his fist, looking regretful. "I thought you could hold out a bit longer."

Auguste knelt on the ground, looking up at Ye Chen with eyes full of disbelief.

He had seen it.

The moment that punch came, he had clearly felt the terror of that power.

It wasn't mid-stage Tianyi Realm.

It wasn't even peak Tianyi Realm.

It was a kind of power they simply couldn't comprehend...

He became stronger as his enemies did!

The stronger they were, the stronger this guy would become alongside them.

That feeling...

Was too terrifying!

Auguste swallowed and asked in terror, "What... what level are you at exactly?"

Ye Chen looked down at him and smiled faintly.

"I told you, I don't know."

"But I'm definitely stronger than you all."

He paused, then added, "Oh right, I should be much, much stronger than you."