Chapter 1157 - 1156: All Suppressed

"How is this possible?"

Heaven and earth, inside and out, all lost their color.

Everyone's eyes bulged as they stared, dumbstruck, at the Crimson Mist Cauldron blazing with roaring flames behind Ye Qingchen—an exalted Celestial Immortal, just like that, had been sealed into the Alchemy Furnace.

He hadn't even had the chance to escape!

"What kind of method is this?"

None could help but be utterly aghast.

Pei Yuqian was so shocked he nearly bit through his tongue.

Before this, he had always thought Ye Qingchen was merely an Alchemy Master, but who could have imagined that, with a turn of the hand, the man would reveal himself as the Celestial South Fierce God. And under the joint siege of the Su Sacred Land, he had forcibly captured Su Tianyang and suppressed him.

Today's twists and turns, the complexity of this encounter, had far exceeded anything he had imagined.

"That brat actually sealed Su Tianyang inside the Alchemy Furnace?" Su Qiming's eyes were about to pop out as he shouted in furious panic, "Where did he get that kind of strength?"

"Otherwise how could that brat be called the Celestial South Fierce God, the peerless in Alchemy and Martial Dao? The Celestial Immortals of Southern Heaven have almost all been swept away by him!" Su Qi'an cursed, "Su Tianyang is too stupid. Knowing his opponent is Ye the Demon, he still threw himself forward without knowing life from death!"

"What did you say?" Su Yeran, who was closest to Su Tianyang, arched her willow brows, and shouted in a low, icy voice.

"With a great enemy before us, what are you bickering for?" Su Yanhao barked.

At his words everyone jolted, lifting their heads, only to see Ye Qingchen already striding through the sky. That massive Crimson Mist Cauldron was supported in midair by his single, illusory hand, the furnace mouth rolling with wrathful flames, aimed straight at them.

That Alchemy Furnace was clearly only seven or eight zhang tall, yet when they looked from outside, it was as if it was bottomless, like a Taotie with jaws agape, capable of devouring all things under heaven!

"Strike together!"

Su Yanhao's expression was grim.

They already knew Ye Qingchen's strength was terrifyingly great, far beyond ordinary imagination. If they hesitated again, they might never leave the Profound Ice Platform.

"Boom!"

This time, though only six people struck, having witnessed Ye Qingchen's fearsome power, they not only unleashed their full strength, they even began burning their Essence Blood, sacrificing their divine souls. In an instant the combined assault of the six filled the entire void.

This joint strike was several times stronger than their previous one—far more than just a mere increment.

"They're going all out to the death now! Even those old-brand Celestial Immortals, facing this blow, would have no choice but to retreat three steps!"

A Celestial Immortal muttered.

"So this is the strength of the Holy Land's Celestial Immortals?"

Countless faces changed color.

With power like this, if the Holy Land Celestial Immortals walked out, they could sweep across the entire Kunlun Realm; no one would dare test their edge.

"Can Ye the Demon block it?" Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned toward Ye Qingchen.

Even Ye Qing, Pei Chu, and Han Yue Ran felt a thread of worry stir in their hearts.

Facing this strike, enough to crush this stretch of firmament.

Ye Qingchen's eyes held neither sorrow nor joy; honor and disgrace did not disturb him. He slowly lifted his hand and clenched—countless starlight seemed to gather into his palm, and in an instant condensed into a long sword pitch-black from hilt to tip, its spine like a bolt of lightning. Then he cleaved out with a single stroke.

"Clang!"

A moonlight of Great Perfection surged forth from the whole firmament, as if a bright moon hung high in the heavens.

The Ten Thousand Treasures Sword Scripture!

Jiang!

With that sword strike, heaven and earth split, great rivers broke their flow, and all existence in the world—time and space themselves—were cleaved apart beneath this sword. Wherever the sword light passed, that overwhelming joint attack hurtling toward him was sliced cleanly in two in a single instant, dissolving like proud sunlit snow in spring, vanishing into nothing.

The Sword Dao stands alone; ten thousand laws cannot invade!

"Ah!"

A chorus of miserable screams rang out.

Su Qi'an, too slow to evade, had his right arm directly severed. Yet before he could even regain his senses, Ye Qingchen lifted a hand and grasped—behind him, the gigantic Heaven Mending Dharma Aspect clenched its palm in midair; as Su Qi'an's expression turned to stark terror, it seized him and hurled him into the Alchemy Furnace.

One sword to face six Celestial Immortals!

A single grasp to hold all Celestial Beings in hand!

This kind of terrifying, overwhelming method left the crowd utterly dumbfounded.

"Five left!"

Ye Qingchen spoke blandly, then stepped forward in midair; his stride shrank the ground into inches, and in an instant, like a Divine Demon, he appeared directly before Su Qiming.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, Su Qiming's pupils constricted. In that instant he felt a savage beast closing in, his hair standing on end, boundless, supreme terror pressing down upon him.

"Get away!"

He roared, flinging his hand up. True Qi surged back and forth, converging in a torrent, and in a flash formed a heaven-supporting giant palm. That hand spanned thousands of zhang, covering this entire stretch of sky.

The great hand descended in wrath, every fine pattern distinct, as if it could grasp the very heavens themselves.

The Su Sacred Land's supreme art, the Celestial Cloud Hand!

"Four left!"

Ye Qingchen didn't care in the least. He merely lifted his hand and grabbed—an even larger palm fell in an instant like the curtain of the sky, crushing down. It directly ground the heaven-supporting giant palm into fragments, and in the midst of a blood-curdling scream seized Su Qiming, hurling him into the Crimson Mist Cauldron!

The third Celestial Immortal was sealed into the Crimson Mist Cauldron!

In that moment.

The other members of the Su Sacred Land weren't merely terrified; their very divine souls were shattered.

"Run!"

Su Yanhao shouted.

The strength Ye Qingchen had displayed had already surpassed their imagination. Especially the way he casually suppressed three of them, that light, indifferent bearing made their hearts quake with fear.

This kind of power already towered far above them. If they did not flee now, they might never leave this place.

"Go!"

Seeing this scene, Su Pingfan and Su Qiming were so terrified their souls nearly flew from their bodies; how would they dare remain? They roared as one, exploding with their full Cultivation Realms, and streaked away like arrows loosed from the string.

"Hahaha, with me, Ye Qingchen, here, you still dream of escaping?"

Ye Qingchen laughed loudly, his hand already sweeping out.

Crash!

In an instant, the Crimson Mist Cauldron surged forth, dragging a tide of boundless flames as it shot forward. Su Yanhao only felt his vision go dark; at some unknown moment the Crimson Mist Cauldron had already descended over them.

"No!"

At the final juncture, Su Yanhao clenched his fists, his eyes filled with countless bloodshot streaks, his body swelling another size; clearly he had invoked a desperate Secret Technique. But he did not charge toward Ye Qingchen—instead he frantically fled toward the edge of the Profound Ice Platform.

However, Ye Qingchen's right hand flipped, and the Crimson Mist Cauldron overturned downward, clamping over Su Yanhao. Then with a savage twist, it scooped up Su Pingfan and Su Qiming as well.

The vast Crimson Mist Cauldron shook violently, making the void tremble, flames splashing everywhere. Clearly Su Yanhao and the others trapped inside were still struggling, attempting to break free. But Ye Qingchen waved his hand again, and the cauldron lid slammed down in brutal finality.

"Clang!"

That crisp, thunderous sound severed a world.

At the same time, countless fire patterns burst from the lid, the runes twisting upward, transforming into massive chains that intertwined like a cluster of dragons, coiling and knotting together, sealing it completely in an instant.

The once-turbulent Crimson Mist Cauldron fell into silent stillness.

"Only the last one remains."

After finishing all this, Ye Qingchen finally turned his gaze upon Su Yeran. Standing in the void, Su Yeran, under Ye Qingchen's gaze, felt as if she was being looked down upon by a savage beast. Her entire body froze; she did not dare move even a single finger.

In the flash of lightning and the spark of flint.

The seven Celestial Immortals of the Holy Land had all been suppressed; only one remained!