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Chapter 575: 407: The Fall of Yang Transformation, the Daoist Shows Off His Power!

Chapter 575: Chapter 407: The Fall of Yang Transformation, the Daoist Shows Off His Power!

As soon as Chen Yuan’s words fell, they immediately provoked the anger of the onlookers around him.

“Arrogant brat, a mere speck of light dares to shine so brightly?”

Suddenly, a huge momentum surged forward, and clouds began to gather in the sky, with the constant rumble of thunder echoing under the heavens,

causing the sky and earth to change color.

An elder dressed in black appeared in front of Chen Yuan in an instant, surrounded by a halo of light that somewhat obscured his face, but his angry presence was palpable.

The gloomy elder’s gaze hardened, and a crushing force burst forth.

“Young man, do you know who I am?”

“Just an old dog,” replied Chen Yuan with a light chuckle, his own aura contending against it, protecting himself. Despite the immense pressure, he was still barely able to hold his ground.

“When I extract and refine your soul later, I hope you still have such courage.”

After the black-robed elder appeared, on another side of the sky, a figure in a green robe with a long beard also slowly manifested. This person was very familiar.

He had shown his true form when Gu Chun had attempted to kill him.

It was none other than the ancestor of the Qingyun Sword Sect, Qingyun Zi.

And behind him was the Sect Leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect, Xiao Yusheng, accompanied by a stranger middle-aged man, whose aura was only slightly weaker than that of Xiao Yusheng.

The two sides formed a pincer attack, trapping Chen Yuan in the middle.

And the ambush was far from over; on another side, two more figures slowly appeared, demonstrating that the Yun Family and Qingyun Sword Sect had really gone all out to eliminate Chen Yuan, a Reach Profound Level practitioner.

They had deployed nearly all their major combat forces from both family and Sect.

It was undeniably formidable.

There was no hint of merely sending scapegoats to their deaths.

“Chen Yuan, you killed my son; today, here on Dragon Suppression Mountain, I will completely suppress you!” one of them shouted fiercely.

Momentums interwove, covering the sky within ten thousand meters, completely enveloped by a terrifying aura with constant surges of Primordial Energy and relentless killing intent.

Yet, Chen Yuan still stood upright, facing everyone present with a light laugh,

“A bunch of shameless old dogs, I Chen Yuan… fear nothing!”

Qingyun Zi gently stroked his beard and said calmly,

“Killing you myself is unnecessary, grandmasters will suppress you. We know you still have a backup plan. Why not come out now? I indeed want to see if Jiang He, ranked among the top three of the Fengyun List, can protect you.”

“Jiang He, won’t you come out yet?”

Xiao Yusheng stepped forward and said with a calm expression.

Chen Yuan’s lips curled, facing the void, he bowed with his hands clasped,

“My fellow Daoists, won’t you show yourselves, what else are you waiting for?”

As soon as he spoke, the wind rose again, terrifying momentums soared into the sky, instantly changing from defense to offense, ensnaring everyone from the Yun Family and the Qingyun Sword Sect.

Feeling this terrifying power, Qingyun Zi’s expression changed dramatically, he coldly shouted,

“Who is it?”

They had anticipated that Chen Yuan’s backup plan might involve more than just Jiang He, but had not expected so many powerful hidden figures; they were completely unsusceptible.

At a rough estimate, there were at least five.

A sword cry tore through the sky, Sword Qi soared and cleaved through the clouds in the void, and dressed in white, Jiang He slowly emerged from the void.

Looking at everyone, he said softly,

“Here stands Daoist Divine Palace’s Heavenly Sword Daoist, Jiang He. Who dares come forward to meet their end?”

“The Divine Palace?”

Both Qingyun Zi and the elder of the Yun Family were baffled, wasn’t it supposed to be Qingzhou’s Golden Envoy? How did it suddenly turn into a title of a Heavenly Sword Daoist?

Before they could speak, another deep voice resonated through the void:

“The Divine Palace’s Infernal Daoist, Chu Changfeng, is here.”

“The Divine Palace’s Evergreen Daoist, Li Su Qing….”

“The Divine Palace’s Seven Emotions Daoist, Ziyue….”

“The Divine Palace’s Malicious Ghost Daoist, Yang Huatian….”

Every terrifying aura enveloped all present as if within a dreadful formation, linking their energies together, blocking everyone’s retreat.

“Li Su Qing!”

“Chu Changfeng!”

“Yang Huatian!”

Qingyun Zi’s gaze flickered with a hint of fear, he had heard of these names, but had never expected them to have such connections.

Li Su Qing was the Great Elder of the Goddess Palace, one of the top ten Immortal Sects.

Chu Changfeng was the Sect Leader of the Demon Prison Sect, a top force within the Demon Dao that had risen in the last century.

And Yang Huatian was even more mysterious, normally active in the Southern Border, known as the Old Ghost, his Ghost Refining Technique was rare in Jianghu, and most importantly, his age was already considerable, as opposed to the relative youth of the others.

As for Ziyue, the name was less known to them, but this did not prevent their shock, as each name they revealed clearly belonged to a unified power.

This force, lacking only a True Monarch Level powerhouse, possessed high-level combat power that was already comparable to one of the Immortal Sects!

Five figures stood against the sky, appearing to be one less than the side of the Qingyun Sword Sect and the Yun Family, but their strength far surpassed them, with three alone at the Refining God Level!

Chu Changfeng, dressed in a dark black robe, had a solemn face surrouнed by an oppressive aura, a terrifying Demonic Qi directly enveloping a part of the heavens, while Yang Huatian had an elderly appearance, his eyes extraordinarily sharp,

and his body was surrounded by a swirl of Yin Qi.

Chen Yuan, looking at the few figures who had appeared in the void, although he had not met several of them, was now consigned to the Divine Palace,

considering them as his own people.

And he finally managed to breathe a little easier. Despite his fearless appearance earlier, his heart had reached his throat; if they had not appeared as agreed,