Severe crackdown

  "How come your fireball is even bigger than mine?!"

  Wu Rong was suddenly shocked.

  The larger the fireball, the more ferocious the explosion. Fire magic emphasizes power rather than too much technique.

  Wu Rong's face changed greatly, and he trembled with fear. He turned around and ran wildly into the forest, preparing a fireball in his hand while shouting loudly at Yuan Hong, "Brother Yuan, quickly take action, hold him back, I'll blast him with a fireball! ...No good, his speed is too fast, he's going to catch up with me! Hurry, hurry and take action!"

  Ye Chen's heart was filled with malice, his eyes fiercely staring at Wu Rong. He wouldn't rest until he had taken care of Wu Rong.

  He chased after Wu Rong, quickly closing the distance between them. The speed difference between a Wind and Fire cultivator was extremely apparent.

  "Hold on, damn it!"

  Yuan Hong desperately chased after the two, and in his haste, he hastily summoned a gust of wind blade that shot out towards Ye Chen's back.

  The wind blade's speed is extremely fast, and relying on Wind Control Technique is fundamentally unable to dodge it.

  Ye Chen heard the shrill wind blade sound coming from behind, didn't react to this incoming wind blade, gritted his teeth and stiffened. "Puchi!" The sharp wind blade hit Ye Chen's back, a clear cracking sound of stone skin shattering was transmitted, the remaining energy of the wind blade penetrated into his body, spewing out bloodstains.

  Ye Chen grunted as if he had been hit by a heavy punch, his body swaying violently, but quickly stabilized and continued to pursue Wu Rong who was fleeing in panic.

  Yuan Hong saw that the wind blade he had released hit Ye Chen, and he was overjoyed. But soon he saw Ye Chen continuing to chase Wu Rong as if nothing had happened, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed and anxious, loudly shouting, "Wu Rong be careful! This guy is probably wearing silk armor, my wind blade can't heavily injure him!"

  Ye Chen had already caught up with Wu Rong within three feet, and the fireball in his hand was slapped out. At such a close distance, it was absolutely a hundred shots without any suspense.

  Wu Rong felt a wave of scorching air approaching, and in his panic, he wildly fired his fireball backwards. His fireball had just left his hand when Ye Chen's fireball arrived.

  "Boom!" Two fireballs of different sizes collided and exploded.

  Wu Rong let out a mournful cry, and was instantly blown away by the explosive force of the two fireballs, crashing into a distant thicket. The blast alone was enough to leave him reeling.

  Ye Chen didn't go see Wu Rong who was blasted away by the fireball, instead he suddenly turned around in mid-air and rushed towards Yuan Hong who was chasing after him.

  "Yuan Hong, it's your turn next!"

  Ye Chen coldly shouted in a stern voice.

  "No good, Wu Rong was eliminated so quickly!"

  Yuan Hong was greatly shocked, he hastily retreated to the rear while continuing to summon wind blades. Originally, he had been very confident in dealing with Ye Chen, but Wu Rong being blown away by a fireball had already disrupted their joint attack momentum, and his confidence suddenly decreased by half.

  Yuan Hong suddenly rode the wind and galloped wildly, looking back at Ye Chen more than ten feet away. Seeing that Ye Chen was also using his full strength to chase him but couldn't close the distance, he burst out laughing with joy, "You can't catch up with me! I'm a cultivator who specializes in the Wind System, my speed is not inferior to yours. I'm not that useless Wu Rong, you can at most only tie with me. Want to win against me? Dream on!"

  Two figures of cultivators, turned into two gusts of wind within the thicket, flying at top speed. The two were almost flying in mid-air amidst the trees, their footsteps treading on the trunks as they nimbly changed direction.

  "Really?!"

  Ye Chen let out a cold laugh, and as he sped forward, his clothes fluttered with a whooshing sound. A flash of light appeared in the palm of his hand, and a cluster of cyan-colored magic emerged, resembling a tendril of ivy.

  Yuan Hong's eyes flickered back, his gaze momentarily stunned, and a hint of panic finally appeared on his face. He exclaimed, "The Wood Sect's Entwining Technique? No! You're not supposed to be specializing in Fire and Wind, how can you also practice the Wood Sect's Entwining Technique?!"

  "I'll see how you escape!"

  Ye Chen lightly laughed and raised his hand, casting the binding technique forward.

  Yuan Hong kicked off the tree in front of him, suddenly turned around, quickly dodged the incoming entwining technique, and at the same time, a gust of wind blade shot out from his hand towards Ye Chen.

  Ye Chen's gaze flashed, and he hastily turned to dodge. His stone skin could withstand most of the wind blade's power, but being hit still felt like a piercing pain that was unbearable.

  "Bang!"

  Yuan Hong dodged one entanglement technique, but that doesn't mean he can dodge the second or third.

  Ye Chen launched his third entwining technique and finally hit Yuan Hong's body.

  Yuan Hong was hit by a binding technique, his body instantly bound by a vine, losing balance and control, tumbling through the air before crashing to the ground amidst the underbrush.

  "Ah!"

  Yuan Hong angrily struggled up, suddenly with great force tore apart the vines that had entwined his body, shattering and ripping them to pieces.

  But at this time, Ye Chen had already rushed in front of him, and the incoming fist was getting bigger and bigger.

  Bang!

  Yuan Hong didn't even have time to dodge, and his forehead took a hit. Instantly, he felt dizzy and saw stars in front of his eyes.

  Bang! Bang!...!

  Ye Chen fiercely punched, his fists falling like raindrops on Yuan Hong's face. He only used a tenth of his strength, but the crazy punches made Yuan Hong dizzy and disoriented, unable to find his bearings.

  After dozens of punches, Yuan Hong was already lying on the ground with a blue nose and swollen face, without any strength to get up.

  Ye Chen saw Yuan Hong couldn't get up and left him there uncared, then he rushed to the place where Wu Rong had fallen.

  Not long after.

  Whoosh!

  Ye Chen coldly dragged Wu Rong, who had a similarly bruised face, and landed on the ground.

  "Bang!"

  Wu Rong was wearing a Ling Jia and hadn't suffered too severe an injury, but his speed was slow and he couldn't escape far. He was soon caught by Ye Chen, unable to fight back or flee, and ended up being beaten senseless.

  Wu Rong was abandoned on the ground in a thicket, and rolled together with Yuan Hong.

  "Yuan Hong, how did you also get caught? I was still counting on you to catch him!"

  Wu Rong saw Yuan Hong lying limp on the ground, and at this moment he finally completely lost hope.

  "You're no better! You were taken down by just one fireball. If you had a bit more endurance, I wouldn't have lost so quickly!"

  Yuan Hong opened his mouth and touched the bruise on his lips, suddenly feeling a sharp pain.

  Wu Rong and Yuan Hong quarreled for a few sentences, then quickly calmed down and looked at Ye Chen.

  The two of them were shocked in their hearts, and the two joined forces but still suffered a crushing defeat. How did Ye Chen become so strong?

  "Ye Chen, you've caught us two, what do you want to do? Don't kill us! We are the descendants of a Xian City cultivation family. If you dare to kill us, Xian City will definitely issue a wanted notice for you, and there will be no place for you to hide in the entire Tianyun Xianyuan City and Yunzhou all countries!"

  Wu Rongxu's heart was filled with terror as he loudly and fiercely shouted at Ye Chen.

  Ye Chen didn't respond to Wu Rong at all, he suddenly gazed into the distance at the sunset prairie, he felt the ground slightly trembling, it was a large group of mounts galloping wildly.

  "Rumble!"

  The sound of galloping horses grew louder and louder.

  Soon, a group of dozens of young monks, almost all of whom were above the fourth layer of Qi refining, rode past from the vicinity of the Bao Zhu Lin on mounts that included colorful spirit horses, spirit wolves and spirit tigers.

  This group of monks thundered through the hedgehog forest, raising dust, and went further away. They rushed past Ye Chen, Rong Wu, and Hong Yuan, with almost no one looking at the three monks.

  Wu Rong saw that among this group of Taoists there was one person he knew, and suddenly became overjoyed, shouting loudly, "Zhu Qiufeng! Brother Zhu! Save us!"

  Among this group of monks, a young monk heard the shouting and involuntarily reined in his spirit horse, stopping in his tracks.

  That young and handsome monk turned his head, took a look at Ye Chen who was standing, then looked at the two monks who were almost lying on the ground with their noses blue and faces swollen, but he didn't recognize them, so he furrowed his brow.

  "Who was just calling me?"

  The young monk drank. The three Qi-refining stage cultivators in front of him, at a glance, knew they were fighting, and the standing cultivator had knocked the other two to the ground.

  "Brother Zhu, it's me, Wu Rong. The other day, I went to the Zhu mansion with my father to celebrate Old Master Zhu's birthday and also paid respects to you."

  Wu Rong tried his best to put on a smile, but with a nose that was blue and swollen and bloodstains still fresh on his face, it was hard to make himself look presentable.

  "Oh, it's Wu Rong! How did you get beaten up so badly?"

  The young monk took a closer look at Wu Rong's face and finally remembered something, with some impression, and couldn't help but smile.

  "Brother Zhu, I was just having a little spar with this kid and accidentally fell over. Please help me out and give him a bit of a lesson!"

  Wu Rong was overjoyed and struggled to get up, pointing at Ye Chen in a hurry.

  "I've told you before, stop causing trouble and wasting your cultivation. If you were a bit more diligent, you wouldn't still be at the second layer of Qi Refining. Today's beating is a good lesson for you. I don't have time to fool around with you guys, I'm heading to Qing Shan Lake. You all go back to Xian Cheng to recover."

  Zhu Qi rode on the Lingma, calmly glanced at Wu Rong and the others with a glance, then drove the Lingma to gallop away, chasing after other cultivators who were traveling together.

  It's gone!?

  What's up with those two?

  Wu Rong and Yuan Hong were both lying on the ground, staring at each other in dismay.

  Ye Chen's gaze, as Zhu Qi Feng and that group of cultivators disappeared, his eyes gradually lit up. This group of cultivators were the real deal, true cultivators. Compared to this group of cultivators, Wu Rong and Yuan Hong could only be considered as junior disciples.

  "Who is this group of monks?"

  Ye Chen looked far away and said to Wu Rong.

  "Zhu Qi Feng, a young master of the Xian Cheng's Great Repair Family! The Zhu family in Xian Cheng is truly a great clan! Almost every year, there are disciples who enter the nine major immortal sects."

  "The rest are not well-known. Zhu Qi Feng is with them, mostly also cultivators from the Xian Cheng Da Xiuzhen families! The Qing Shan Hu area is more suitable for cultivators of the third and fourth layers of the Refining Qi period. Only cultivators like them have a share in the Zhēn Yāo Tower. Half of the annual quota for the Zhēn Yāo Tower is occupied by these young masters from the big families."

  Wu Rong looked dejected.

  "These monks are the true opponents I have in Tianyun Xianyuan Castle!"

  Ye Chen clenched his fists, secretly excited in his heart. He said to Wu Rong and Yuan Hong, "You two can leave!"

  "Is that all you're going to do with us?"

  Wu Rong and Yuan Hong are both idiots, why bother beating them up a few more times? Or leave something behind as punishment and compensation?

  "Must I kill both of you? Won't it dirty my hands?"

  Ye Chen coldly snorted, turned around and left, going to the forest to fetch the young piglet from the lair of the demonic boar. He planned to take that young piglet back to his immortal mansion to raise it himself, perhaps it would have a significant use.

  Wu Rong and Yuan Hong struggled to get up, their faces bruised and dirty, and walked away in silence towards the setting sun on the vast plain.

  "Return to Xiancheng! I don't even have the face to go to the camp and see Yunxin."

  "Ye Chen, this guy, I don't know where he came from, his strength rose so fast! In a year or two, he will also rush to the Town Demon Tower. Only the top young cultivators in Xian City have this qualification."