Ximen Qingyan was well aware of Ye Qing's terrifying strength, and also knew that if she provoked him, there would be no good result. To be on the safe side, she endured it and waited for a whole year. The lack of news over the past year made Ximen Qingyan firmly believe that Ye Qing was either dead or seriously injured and would never recover in this lifetime. It was precisely because of her patience for a whole year that Ximen Qingyan mustered up the courage to gather the monarchs of the major dynasties of ASEAN here today to force Chu Yao to abdicate and take control of the entire ASEAN. However, Ximen Qingyan never expected this. Not only was Ye Qing not seriously injured, he also broke through the shackles and achieved immortality. Everything Chu Yao explained to the outside world was true. Over the past year, there has been no news from Ye Qing. He is really just in seclusion. The ASEAN members who had just participated in forcing the emperor to abdicate all had dark faces and felt extremely regretful in their hearts. If they had known that Ye Qing was still alive, they would never have done such a stupid thing.
Originally, all of their dynasties could be protected by an immortal. But unfortunately they could not restrain their ambitions and made this choice. Now, they have to face the wrath of the immortals. Mo Kuangzi clasped his hands and shouted, "Master of the Confucian Temple, welcome the arrival of the immortal!" "Master Mo, there is no need to be so polite." Ye Qing smiled faintly, and with just a thought, Mo Kuangzi stood up involuntarily. "I am still the same person as before. You and I are close friends. Why should we bother with all these formalities?" "Let Ye deal with some family affairs first, and then it won't be too late to reminisce with Master Mo." After saying that, Ye Qing walked forward slowly and glanced at the people in front of him. There was neither anger nor mockery in his eyes. Instead, it is always as calm as dead water, without any emotion or waves. "Ye...Ye Huang..." Gongsun Wuji was trembling all over and fell to his knees with a thud. Ximen Qingyan, who was standing aside, seemed to have anticipated her own ending. At this moment, he didn't even have the thought of kneeling down and begging for mercy. He just stood there motionless, his face looking as hopeless as a deathly pale. Half of the ASEAN members behind him fell to their knees. "Emperor Ye, we...we don't want to rebel." "No, we were just confused for a moment, please forgive us, leader!" Among those who did not kneel down, some of them did not participate in the rebellion.
Others were standing at the back and made relatively small noises, which did not attract much attention. At this moment, he stood here pretending to be calm, trying to get away with it. However, in front of Ye Qing's immortal eyes, everyone's inner calculations have nowhere to hide. "Whether it's confusion or rebellion, it doesn't matter." Ye Qing smiled faintly and said, "Since you have chosen this path, you must bear the consequences yourself." "Reincarnate well, and see you in the next life." After saying that, Ye Qing slowly raised the Six Paths Staff in his hand and gently touched the ground. The next second, except for four or five kings and clan leaders who had always firmly supported Chu Yao, all other members who had just participated in the rebellion, whether standing or kneeling, were turned into dust and disappeared into ashes. This is the powerful power possessed by immortals. Or rather, privilege. As for Ye Qing now, except for the strong ones at the level of the Four Emperors, perhaps he can still exchange a few moves with him. There is no need to draw the sword when dealing with other humans. Just a thought can destroy it with a snap of a finger. He watched as the allies he had spent more than half a year running around to contact were all wiped out by Ye Qing in an instant. Gongsun Wuji's face turned as pale as paper, and his whole body was shaking violently. "Ye Qing, you...you..." "And you." Ye Qing looked at Gongsun Wuji, his eyes still chilling and cold as ice. "You are the conspirator who has coveted ASEAN for the longest time." "You are not only trying to force my wife to abdicate, you are also inciting my ASEAN members." "So, I don't plan to give you a chance to reincarnate." "Go to the eighteenth level of hell and accept your guilt." Ye Qing supported himself on the ground with one hand of the Six Paths Staff and slowly raised the other hand, pinching his thumb and middle finger together. Gongsun Wuji's fear reached its peak and turned into endless anger. He waved his hand and drew out a murderous long sword, then rushed towards Ye Qing regardless of everything. "I don't care if you are Ye Huang or an immortal!" "If you want to kill me, I'll kill you first!" "go to hell!" Gongsun Wuji leaped high up, intending to use the big knife in his hand to chop Ye Qing into two pieces.
Ye Qing remained standing there motionless, his expression not changing at all. Just as Gongsun Wuji's blade was about to touch him. Ye Qing finally took his time and snapped his fingers slowly. "Clap." A crisp sound reached everyone's ears. The next second, Gongsun Wuji and his sword were reduced to ashes in an instant. The difference is that just now after those ASEAN members were crushed to death, their feather-like souls and spirits floated out of their bodies, and Ye Qing let them float away to be reincarnated. Gongsun Wuji's three souls and seven spirits were directly destroyed and annihilated along with his body. They will become wandering ghosts forever without even the chance of reincarnation. Watching Ye Qing casually annihilate all those who started and participated in the rebellion. Chu Yao, who was sitting on the throne, was completely stunned. Her mouth formed an "o" shape as she looked at him in deep disbelief. My former husband was also able to kill all these people. However, the power he displayed now was completely not on the same level. In the past, no matter how strong Ye Qing was, he would end up killing people when fighting with the enemy. But at this moment, Ye Qing killed these people with such elegance and ease that it didn't look like he was killing anyone at all. It's more like... brushing off a little bit of dust on my body. “Is this the power of an immortal?” Mo Kuangzi's eyes revealed shock and admiration, and he clenched his fists excitedly. Although he was the abbot of the Temple of Confucius, he was knowledgeable and well-informed about both ancient and modern times. But for him, it was the first time in his life that he saw an immortal with his own eyes. The power of the immortal made Mo Kuangzi have no intention of challenging or competing with him. He only felt respect and admiration from the bottom of his heart. Even the founder of the Confucian Temple, the Confucian sage who saved people countless times in the past, was probably no more than this. "And—you." Ye Qing turned around slowly and looked at Ximen Qingyan at the end. His expression had long been as calm as water and as cold as ice. Ximen Qingyan was silent for a while, then forced a bitter smile. "Can you forgive Linglong Holy Land? Ye Huang, this matter has nothing to do with Linglong Holy Land." (End of this chapter)