Chapter 325: Beaten into Submission!

This afterimage was extremely fast—it was actually a Sea Transformation realm expert!

Besides Wu Zhao, Mei Zhen, Zhao Yuyang, and Elder Zhu, there was another Sea Transformation realm expert here!

Yu Feng!

Now that Mei Zhen was held back by Elder Zhu, no one could stop Yu Feng from assassinating Ye Yuan!

Although Yu Feng was the weakest among the Sea Transformation realm experts present, he was the most crucial.

The speed of a Sea Transformation realm expert was something a Crystal Formation realm expert could never match!

A sinister grin flashed across Yu Feng's face as he growled, "Ye Yuan, never thought you'd die at my hands, did you! 'Supreme Pure Sovereign Technique: Nine Heavens Thunderclap!' Die!"

Yu Feng formed hand seals in the air, and several bolts of lightning shot toward Ye Yuan at incredible speed!

In truth, among all these people, Yu Feng harbored the deepest hatred for Ye Yuan.

Including his later humiliation in allying with Heavenly Qian Sect, and even being betrayed by Wu Zhao, Yu Feng ultimately directed all his resentment at Ye Yuan!

In his view, if not for Ye Yuan's earlier actions, he wouldn't have had to endure such disgrace.

So the moment the conflict between Nether Cloud Sect and Heavenly Qian Sect erupted, he was already plotting how to ambush Ye Yuan!

And now, he had finally found his chance!

Mo Yuntian and the others closed their eyes in pain—how could Ye Yuan possibly evade a full-force strike from a Sea Transformation realm expert?

Ye Yuan was fully focused on controlling the eighteen sword puppets, seemingly oblivious to it all.

He merely furrowed his brow slightly, then continued manipulating the formation as if nothing had happened.

Yu Feng was extremely confident in his lethal strike!

The several bolts of lightning, carrying a suffocatingly terrifying pressure, hurtled toward Ye Yuan, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

Just when everyone thought Ye Yuan was doomed, a shocking scene unfolded!

Those immensely powerful lightning bolts vanished about two feet in front of Ye Yuan, as if swallowed by something!

And Ye Yuan stood there perfectly fine.

Yu Feng stared blankly at the scene, muttering, "This... how is this possible? He didn't do anything at all! How could my Nine Heavens Thunderclap be swallowed? Impossible! Impossible! I don't believe it!"

Yu Feng's muttering turned into a roar, and he frantically gathered the world's primal energy!

"Supreme Pure Sovereign Technique: Nine Heavens Thunderclap!"

Yu Feng tried to launch that powerful attack again.

However...

"Boom!"

Yu Feng's body flew forward like a kite with a broken string.

Everyone was stunned again!

"This... what just happened?"

"Unbelievable! Didn't you see? Yu Feng's Nine Heavens Thunderclap didn't disappear; it somehow emerged from the void behind him and struck him directly!"

"Nonsense, right? Yu Feng crippled himself with his own Nine Heavens Thunderclap? This... what kind of joke is this!"

"Yeah, I think it's nonsense too! But the lightning that appeared behind Yu Feng was clearly his own Nine Heavens Thunderclap!"

This scene seemed utterly bizarre to everyone, yet it had truly happened before their eyes.

Completely off guard, Yu Feng took his own full-force strike and was severely injured!

He spat out a large mouthful of blood in midair, then crashed to the ground, unconscious.

His ambush had caught everyone off guard and was extremely fierce, but no one expected such an outcome!

Everyone looked at Ye Yuan with awe, believing it was his doing.

Most crucially, they hadn't detected any fluctuation of primal energy from Ye Yuan directed at Yu Feng!

Thus, Ye Yuan became mysterious and powerful in their eyes; no one regarded him as an ordinary eighth-level Liquid Essence realm cultivator anymore.

Ye Yuan was fully occupied controlling the eighteen sword puppets and couldn't be bothered with Yu Feng's affairs.

Within the formation, screams rang out continuously; four or five weaker Heavenly Qian Sect disciples had already fallen to the sword puppets.

The more Wu Zhao fought, the more alarmed he became. He simply couldn't understand how a pair of late Crystal Formation realm puppets could be so powerful!

Hearing the wails of the Heavenly Qian Sect disciples, Wu Zhao's heart bled.

In the half-month since entering the secret realm, they hadn't lost as many men as they had in this short time!

If this continued, Ye Yuan would slaughter the Heavenly Qian Sect disciples one by one!

"You can't handle these puppets—get out!" Wu Zhao roared.

"Elder Wu, it's not that we don't want to leave, but we can't find the way out! Ah!" As the disciple spoke, a sword puppet stabbed him.

"Elder Wu, I feel surrounded by puppets and sword shadows—I can't find the way out at all!"

"Elder Wu, please save us!"

Such was the power of the Lesser Nine-Turn Continuous Formation!

Though the number of sword puppets matched the Heavenly Qian Sect disciples, each disciple felt as if many puppets were attacking them!

This included Wu Zhao himself!

All attacks were interlinked, leaving no flaw. Those unfamiliar with this formation could only be slowly ground down by the sword puppets!

Wu Zhao was completely broken. He had thought that by unleashing his full strength, he could easily crush Nether Cloud Sect.

But who would have thought that instead of crushing Nether Cloud Sect, he was now being crushed by Ye Yuan!

Another disciple fell before Wu Zhao's eyes, and he could no longer hold on.

"Ye Yuan, stop!" Wu Zhao shouted.

Ye Yuan sneered, "You start a fight, and then you call a halt? Since when are things so easy?"

Wu Zhao's arrogance was completely deflated. He quickly said, "Junior Disciple Ye, can't I just admit my mistake? If you stop, we can discuss any terms!"

"You said it!" Ye Yuan replied.

Seeing Ye Yuan's willingness to relent, Wu Zhao hurriedly said, "I said it, I said it! Stop now, stop now!"

With a thought from Ye Yuan, the eighteen sword puppets withdrew their swords and returned to his side.

He wasn't worried about Wu Zhao going back on his word—if he did, even if Wu Zhao could escape, the Heavenly Qian Sect disciples couldn't!

Once the sword puppets retreated, the pressure on the Heavenly Qian Sect disciples vanished, and they all felt as if they had collapsed!

These remaining disciples were the cream of the crop, very strong among the Crystal Formation realm.

Yet facing the sword puppets, they had no room to fight back.

Looking at them, most were injured; some had their clothes cut into rags, looking like beggars.

None of these people were ninth-rank formation masters like Ye Yuan; facing the Lesser Nine-Turn Continuous Formation, they could only passively cope.

If not for Ye Yuan, the Nether Cloud Sect disciples would have fared even worse than the Heavenly Qian Sect now!

Wu Zhao's expression was grim, and his gaze at Ye Yuan even carried a hint of fear.

A mere Liquid Essence realm martial artist had single-handedly challenged the entire Heavenly Qian Sect!

Taking a deep breath, Wu Zhao stepped forward and said, "Ye Yuan, state your terms!"