Chapter 138: Night Walk Of Hundred Ghosts
That group of enforcers, at the first moment Ye Chen and his disciples appeared, immediately surrounded Ye Chen.
Every person in the Freedom Force, regardless of their strength, can exchange for a three-star treasure chest from another universe at the enforcers' venue.
The newly appeared Ye Chen in front of them, because he used the Divine Demon Seal to conceal his own strength, was mistaken for a slave without any combat power.
And Feng Chun, who had been diligently cultivating the Profound Yin Technique these days, quickly broke through the strength of an intermediate warrior with the help of the abundant world power here.
Now, he exuded the aura of an advanced warrior all over his body, shining like a star in the eyes of everyone.
He was able to make such progress thanks to the divine technique taught by Ye Chen.
But now someone dared to disrespect his teacher, and Feng Chun immediately ignited his death qi to the extreme.
A strong burst of death qi erupted, forming a black storm that shook the few people surrounding Ye Chen.
Of course, Ye Chen also helped in this, as these enforcers only had a few advanced warriors, while the rest were top-level warriors or even Martial Kings.
What shook those Martial Kings was the invisible momentum emanating from Ye Chen.
Just one glance made those Martial Kings feel extreme mental pressure.
That chilling feeling was like facing a demon from the Nine Hells, and no one dared to touch even a hair of Ye Chen.
The current Ye Chen already had a faint will in his small world, and the stars of the various heavens were constantly evolving.
As long as he completely transformed his own will into the will of the world within his body, he would be able to step into the realm of the various heavens and bring unparalleled fortune to the human race.
However, Ye Chen has not reached that step yet, but the Ye Chen who touched the edge of the realm of the various heavens is not someone these Martial Kings can provoke.
Ye Chen suppressed these Martial Kings and the top-level warriors, but the remaining people were just right for Feng Chun to test the results of his cultivation these days.
There is still a long time until midnight, and even if they have a fight, there is plenty of time to recover.
"Feng Chun, I have suppressed these Martial Kings and top-level warriors for you. You can handle the rest of the people. Let me see how much progress you have made in these days of cultivation."
Coincidentally, Feng Chun also wanted to test his own strength. He practiced and pondered diligently every day, but it was difficult to make great progress.
Only in life and death trials can one gain the greatest rewards.
No more words were needed. The death qi instantly rose to another level, and from the black mist, the death scythe, resembling a crescent moon, appeared in Feng Chun's hand.
Endless death qi condensed into a cloak, and at the end of the cloak, a black-golden cracked skull was engraved.
Several black stripes crawled up Feng Chun's face, adding a touch of evil to his already eerie appearance.
This death god-like image walking in the mortal world gave everyone a great visual impact.
The death qi pervaded the forest, making it look even more gloomy.
It seemed as if there were evil spirits formed by the death qi, wanting to drag these onlookers down to hell and make them endure endless torment.
A gust of gloomy wind blew, and Feng Chun instantly disappeared from everyone's sight.
In this vast death qi envelopment, there were constantly sounds of being cut off.
Sparks produced by the collision of metal faintly flickered in the death qi.
No matter how they sensed it, they could no longer perceive the presence of a living being in the death qi.
The unknown is what scares people the most.
But not all enforcers were sitting ducks. Each of them had some means to relieve the pressure.
When the advanced warriors were almost harvested by Feng Chun, a Martial King instantly released Ye Chen from his suppression.
At this moment, Feng Chun happened to pass by him.
The enforcer with the appearance of a mantis, wielding a sharp mantis blade, was about to make contact with Feng Chun's abdomen.
The only surviving high-level warrior looked at him with hope in his eyes. At this moment, time seemed to slow down, and the sharp blade was getting closer and closer to Feng Chun's body.
But a darker death energy turned into a gigantic hand, fiercely slapping the Martial King to the ground.
A huge handprint left a palm-shaped pit in front of this valley.
At the bottom of the pit, there was a Martial King turned into a pile of flesh.
This eerie death energy came from Ye Chen, who seemed to have no fluctuations in his strength.
Before his disciple grew from an eaglet to an eagle, he still needed to protect and guide him.
But without Xingran's protection, would he be able to grow strong?
This slap was only meant to deter the remaining people.
But in Feng Chun's eyes, it was his own mistake.
He actually carelessly overlooked these Martial King-level enforcers.
If it weren't for his teacher watching him at the moment, he would have been split in half.
After dealing with the last high-level warrior, Feng Chun retracted the overflowing death energy.
Compared to Ye Chen's extremely pure death energy, his own death energy was like showing off in front of a master, better not to display it.
He was about to speak with his head lowered, but Ye Chen preempted him.
"Not bad, but you need to improve your instinct and experience in battle. Next, I will demonstrate with the same level of strength as them. Even if the strength is the same, as long as you have a strong fighting instinct and rich experience, there will still be a significant difference."
In the shocked gazes of Feng Chun and the onlookers, Ye Chen controlled his strength at the initial stage of Martial King, demonstrating the art of battle to his disciple.
The magnificent movements and precise calculations were pleasing to the eye at every step.
There was no leakage of even a trace of excess power, like a ghost moving through the night sky, killing invisibly.
Even the techniques used were all derived from the Profound Death Art, completely different from Feng Chun's battle just now, one above the Nine Heavens, the other below the Nine Abysses.
This demonstration completely subverted their senses. They had never thought that a battle could be like this.
But undoubtedly, this person called "teacher" by Feng Chun was definitely an extraordinary figure.
However, they had never heard of such a person.
Just when everyone was astonished and speechless, a chilling suona sound came from the valley.
It was not yet midnight, but the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts suddenly started for some unknown reason.
This caught everyone off guard.
Before entering this dangerous place, they must first close off their senses and not look directly at or listen to the sounds produced by the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts.
Once they looked directly at them or heard the suona sound in the group, without exception, they would be pulled into the underworld, only to be scattered in different places.
Unlike those who entered after the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts, they could gather together. Those who were unlucky might even be directly killed.
At this moment, everyone was unable to move, silently waiting for the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts to take them to the underworld.
The underworld, that was the name that circulated outside of this dangerous place.
Everyone felt a bit desperate, not knowing why they had encountered such an unlucky situation.
But Feng Chun felt strange because he found that he could actually move freely without any restraints.
This was completely different from everyone else.
Even Ye Chen, at this moment, was fixed in place and unable to move.