Chapter 995: Too Difficult to Handle

Chapter 995: Chapter 995: Too Difficult to Handle

The third elder was an aged man, his aura profound and steady.

With both hands forming seals, the Heaven and Earth Power gathered in his palms, a mighty force of earth rapidly coalesced. The ground vibrated violently, the earth cracked open, and shattered stones shot towards Ye Qingchen like bullets.

The impact of the stones was powerful, as if it could shake everything.

Facing such fierce attacks, Ye Qingchen’s gaze sharpened, he swiftly reacted.

First, he harnessed the Wood-based Spiritual Power within him, forming a green Shield to block the flame whirlwind outside.

The green light flickered on the Shield’s surface, dissolving the scorching flames into nothingness.

Simultaneously, he utilized Spiritual Power to blow away the incoming Ice Spikes, shattering them on the ground.

As for the third elder’s stone attacks, Ye Qingchen did not use Wood-based power.

He took a deep breath, mobilized Wind-based Spiritual Power within him, quickly forming a whirlwind that pulled all the flying stones into the air, then gently waved his hand to shatter them, neutralizing the threat from the ground.

Facing the joint attack of the three elders, Ye Qingchen was agile, like a swimming dragon weaving through the air.

His movements were swift and precise, almost elegantly dissolving every attack one by one.

He didn’t immediately counterattack but chose to observe the cooperation and attack rhythm of the three.

The elders were shocked to see Ye Qingchen resolving their attacks with such ease.

The first one roared furiously, making the flame whirlwind attack even more fiercely, with the flame’s heat distorting the air into countless illusions.

The second elder accelerated the speed of the Ice Spike launches, attempting to force Ye Qingchen to reveal flaws with a faster attack rhythm.

Elder Number Three continually drove the Earth Power, making the ground stone attacks more fierce and irregular.

Ye Qingchen also felt the elders’ cooperation growing more cohesive. Although he could still easily dissolve attacks, he knew that merely relying on defense couldn’t change the situation.

He must take initiative to break the stalemate.

So, Ye Qingchen suddenly quickened his pace, gathered Spiritual Power within him, forming a powerful shockwave, directly launching a counterattack against the elders.

The shockwave not only destroyed the elders’ attacks but also forced them to retreat, disrupting their formation.

The battle became more intense as Ye Qingchen and the three elders engaged in a fierce aerial duel.

Although the three worked in tandem, Ye Qingchen’s agility and strength made it hard for them to gain the upper hand.

Each exchange of attack and counterattack seemed thrilling.

As the battle continued, the confrontation between Ye Qingchen and the three elders grew increasingly intense.

Ye Qingchen relied on his agile movement technique and precise counterattacks to gradually gain the upper hand.

The flame whirlwind was easily broken by Ye Qingchen’s Palm Wind, dissipating into strands of flame in the air.

Ye Qingchen moved like a ghost, his figure rapidly traversing the battlefield, giving the elders no chance to encircle him.

His attacks were like a torrential storm, each strike aimed straight at the elders’ weaknesses.

The Wood-based Spiritual Power transformed into countless vines, quickly entangled Elder Number Two’s Ice Spike, freezing it in mid-air.

The Wind-based Spiritual Power cut like blades against Elder Number Three’s stone attacks, shattering their offensive.

The three elders gradually showed signs of fatigue, their attack rhythm disrupted, and their actions became sluggish.

The first elder’s flames dimmed gradually, and the flame whirlwind could no longer gather enough power; the second elder’s Ice Spikes began to appear disordered and uncoordinated, repeatedly countered by Ye Qingchen with ease; the third elder’s earth and stone power weakened, struggling to induce the earth, the stones on the ground unable to threaten Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen’s every strike accurately hit the elders’ flaws, forcing them to retreat one step at a time.

Ye Qingchen’s speed was dizzyingly fast, his silhouette appearing like a ghost at the elders’ flanks or behind them, each attack leaving them struggling to cope.

The first elder’s expression turned sullen as he roared, using all his strength to drive the Spiritual Power within him, once more condensing a flame giant blade, which he fiercely struck towards Ye Qingchen.

However, Ye Qingchen simply waved his hand lightly, the Wind-based Spiritual Power transforming into a powerful whirlwind that scattered the flame giant blade, dispersing it into sparks that vanished into the air.

Another elder, full of unwillingness, with icy eyes, formed hand seals, attempting to condense Ice Spikes again.

However, he was half a beat slower than Ye Qingchen, who had already appeared in front of him, a Wind Blade sweeping towards his chest.

The second elder could only hastily dodge, the Ice Spikes losing their aim and shooting into the air, falling as ice fragments on the ground.

The third elder’s face was covered in bulging veins, he slammed a heavy punch onto the ground, attempting to use his last strength to induce an earthquake to trap Ye Qingchen.

Nevertheless, Ye Qingchen, anticipating his intention, lightly touched the ground and leaped gracefully like a swallow, evading the ground’s rupture.

As the battle continued, the elders’ breaths grew heavier, feeling their physical exertion, while Ye Qingchen still moved effortlessly, as if never exerting himself.

Every time the elders attempted a counterattack, Ye Qingchen effortlessly neutralized it, their attacks no longer cohesive, rhythm completely disrupted.

The first elder, unwilling to accept this, glared at Ye Qingchen with eyes full of fury, gritted his teeth, and said, "Damn it, what sort of monster is this brat! We three joined forces, yet we can’t gain the upper hand!"

Another elder, with a grim gaze, gritted his teeth and said, "He’s too fast, we simply can’t keep up with his rhythm! Are we really supposed to let him have his way?"

The third elder, his face ashen, also filled with discontent, murmured, "If this continues, we might really not hold out... this brat is truly difficult to deal with."

Though reluctant, the three elders exchanged a look, understanding that the current situation was incredibly unfavorable for them.

They were battle-hardened, no longer young novices, quickly making a decision: since direct confrontation was hopeless, they had to resort to some special measures.

The first elder slightly turned his head, using the corner of his eye to glance at the other two, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.

He barely perceptibly nodded, signaling them to proceed as planned.

The three of them moved almost synchronously, quickly dispersing, increasing the distance between them, seemingly fighting individually but secretly cooperating.

The second elder quietly transformed the Ice-based Spiritual Power in his hands into a barely visible cold mist, gently spreading it around.