Nine Revolutions Star Technique-Chapter 416 - 418: His Trump Card Is Me!

You are not worthy!

These simple four words fell upon the crowd like a rumbling thunder.

In an instant. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief, looking at Ye Qingchen.

One must know.

The status of a Guardian in the Celestial God Sect is exceedingly high, akin to a Divine Dragon in the heavens. Even someone like Li Changfeng, an esteemed patriarch of a top family, would show profound respect in his presence. Such an existence, how could one be allowed to insult? Isn’t that courting death?

Sure enough.

As the words fell, Shan Xuantong’s expression turned dark as if water could drip from it, he glanced at Su Muzhe, and sneered:

"The strength of your follower is indeed impressive! To face three Strongest Celestial Saints at once, he managed to kill one and cripple another. But do you think you can contend with me just relying on him?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already launched himself towards Su Muzhe.

"Your greatest reliance is this Strongest Celestial Saint, right? After I cripple him, let’s see if you still have any support left."

Boom!

As he spoke.

Almost stepping forward just once, as if the ground shrank beneath his feet, he appeared directly in front of Su Muzhe.

Su Muzhe’s pupils contracted, and he quickly retreated backwards. Simultaneously, he flipped his hands, and True Qi surged around him, transforming into an overwhelming sea of clouds, rolling and surging towards Shan Xuantong like a monstrous wave.

However, Shan Xuantong didn’t care at all, extending his hand ferociously as if grasping the sky itself. His claw descended, carrying a heavy whistling sound.

"Screech—!"

A violent ripping sound was heard.

Amid the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the tremendous wave of True Qi was split right before Shan Xuantong, unfazed. His fierce claw felt no obstruction, grabbing towards Su Muzhe in an instant.

"Not good!"

Su Muzhe’s expression changed drastically, he hurriedly flipped his hands, conjuring a cluster of cloud energy. With hands like swinging a Purple Gold Heavy Hammer, he fiercely smashed it forward.

"Boom!"

But the cluster of cloud energy proved fragile, exploding instantly.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Su Muzhe trembled as if struck heavily, immediately losing his balance, shooting backwards like an arrow leaving the bowstring, and crashed to the ground, rolling for several dozens of meters before barely stopping.

"Is this the strength of the Great Guardian of the Celestial God Sect?"

The crowd trembled with fear.

In their hearts, Su Muzhe faced three Strongest Celestial Saints and prevailed, his strength already beyond imagination. But when Shan Xuantong appeared, he effortlessly swept away the invincible Su Muzhe, displaying unmatched strength, once again shocking everyone.

Su Muzhe had just settled down, only to feel a fierce wind rushing toward his face. Without the slightest hesitation, he slapped his palm against the ground, the cloud energy churning, forming two wings several meters long behind him, whipping up a gale as he retreated backward like a large bird.

Everyone was surprised why Su Muzhe retreated without fighting.

But they saw.

Almost as soon as Su Muzhe retreated, Shan Xuantong stepped heavily onto his previous position.

"Boom!"

This step was like a meteor falling, a Dragon Elephant Footprint.

The resulting shockwave swept rapidly like ten thousand horses galloping, spreading in all directions. The ground beneath Shan Xuantong’s feet shuddered and then collapsed with an incredible posture!

Amid countless incredulous gazes, the place transformed into a deep pit hundreds of meters wide. The power of this step was dozens of times stronger than Han Jintang’s.

"This..."

The crowd was almost ready to leap up in shock.

With that step, no matter how powerful Su Muzhe was, he might have been crushed instantly.

"This step...!"

Su Muzhe looked at the collapsed pit, his eyes filled with fear.

Before he could react.

Shan Xuantong had already stepped forward again, appearing directly in front of him.

"Get lost!"

Even Su Muzhe was enraged.

He roared, activating his cloud energy, True Qi surging wildly. A dragon roar echoed, and the massive air current condensed rapidly, forming a proud cloud dragon.

As it took shape, it fiercely charged towards Shan Xuantong.

This attack contained Su Muzhe’s lifelong cultivation.

Obviously.

He was thoroughly enraged.

However.

Shan Xuantong merely sneered, extending his right fist slowly. With a ’bang,’ the cloud dragon, containing Su Muzhe’s full cultivation, exploded on the spot, and his fist continued unabated, landing lightly on Su Muzhe’s chest.

"Pfft!"

Su Muzhe immediately vomited blood as if struck heavily, losing balance and flying out.

This time, his fall was more severe.

His long robe shattered, hair disheveled, utterly embarrassed, with none of the previous majestic arrogance that defeated the three major families in one step.

"Do you still want more?"

Shan Xuantong crossed his arms, looking at Su Muzhe with a mocking smile.

"You win!" Su Muzhe forced a bitter smile, wiping the blood off his lip, shook his head, and said, "Your strength is too overwhelming. I’m simply no match, unable to contend."

Originally, he believed that following Ye Qingchen and undergoing continuous trials had granted him the power to contend with the Celestial God Sect.

However.

The three moves by Shan Xuantong completely shattered all the confidence he had built up.

If there was a rematch, he would still lose without the slightest chance of winning.

"Sure enough!"

Seeing Su Muzhe concede, the crowd conjured a common thought.

The strength of the Celestial God Sect is formidable.

Especially someone like Shan Xuantong, holding the position of Great Guardian?

"Hehe, then hurry and hand over the treasure?"

Shan Xuantong looked pleased. No matter how strong Su Muzhe was, he was still defeated in three moves and conceded without daring to fight.

However.

Unexpectedly, Su Muzhe suddenly smirked, looking at Shan Xuantong with derision and said, "Do you think everything ends by defeating me?"

"Hmm? Isn’t it? Show whatever trump card you have!"

Shan Xuantong frowned upon hearing this.

Everyone else looked on curiously.

Su Muzhe had already yielded, admitting defeat. Could he possibly have another card to play against Shan Xuantong? Everyone secretly shook their head, doubting Su Muzhe could turn the tide.

After all.

The strength Shan Xuantong showed went beyond mere words.

While everyone pondered over this, Ye Qingchen, who had been sitting motionless, suddenly stood up. His cold voice resonated silently:

"His trump card is me!"