Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms

Divine Power Explosion, twenty-eight bursts!

Ye Han's aura soared rapidly, reaching its peak in less than a fraction of a moment.

Boom boom boom!!!

Ye Han and Zhao Li exchanged three consecutive punches.

A powerful aura shook the ground, causing Ye Han's blood to boil as he repeatedly retreated.

But Zhao Li, seated on the ground, let out continuous screams as his arms suffered compound fractures.

"Die!"

In an instant, Ye Han charged forward again.

These people didn't even know who Ye Zhixuan was, clearly the type who spent long periods training in dangerous places like the Netherworld Realm.

None of them were pushovers.

Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe they were truly kind-hearted.

This place was a Martial Tomb, a treasure trove!

If outsiders entered, Ye Han himself would think of silencing them, or at least restrict them from leaving, to prevent the news of this place from spreading.

From the beginning, Ye Han was on guard against them.

"How dare you!"

The other four attacked simultaneously.

Four fingers struck out, and corresponding beams of energy shot out like swords, slashing towards Ye Han's chest.

Hiss...!

Blood splattered from Ye Han's chest.

But he forced himself through the severe injury and appeared in front of Zhao Li.

Tiger and Leopard Thunder Fist!

The fourth punch of the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Fist was unleashed with full force, the huge iron fist tearing through the air, creating a thunderous sound in the vacuum like the roar of dragons and tigers, bursting forth with extreme power.

With one punch, Zhao Li's head burst open.

Dead on the spot!

"How audacious!"

"You dare kill an Inner Disciple?"

"Kill, kill this beast."

The remaining four were instantly ferocious, their rage unbounded, their malevolence limitless.

Brazen to the heavens, clueless about life and death!

This kid actually dared to kill one of their own?

"Zhao Li is dead, what are you four worth?"

Ye Han let out a long howl, full of vigor, his body moved unbelievably fast.

A punch technique was unleashed in an instant, targeting another person.

The four who were healing were shocked and angry, forcibly interrupting their Martial Arts Techniques to stand up and retreat.

Each one's body erupted with energy, their blood and divine power spilling out, trying to block Ye Han's attack.

Bang bang bang bang!

Ye Han's four consecutive punches sent the four of them flying back, coughing up blood continuously.

"This kid... is he really at the Fourth Layer of the Divine Power Realm?"

The four's faces were pale, filled with disbelief.

Clang...!

A sword's vibration sounded.

One of them was the first to draw his battle sword.

Ye Han's will was firm, his spirit fully concentrated, unleashing four punches in an instant.

Four punches combined into one, annihilating everything!

The essence of the first, second, third, and even the fourth punch of the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Fist were all condensed into this one punch.

Before the other's sword could swing, Ye Han's fist had already landed on the person's shoulder.

Ah...!

A heart-wrenching scream echoed.

The sword clanged as it fell to the ground, the figure's shoulder shattered, and his body was blasted ten meters away by Ye Han's punch.

With a tearing sound, Ye Han only felt two beams of energy piercing through his back.

His robe exploded, blood splattered again, and his blood surged within him, feeling as if his body had been pierced through.

Life and death, in a single thought!

Ye Han bit his lip, his fingers digging into his flesh, and suddenly turned around.

"You all, die together!"

Killing and arson earn you a golden belt, repairing bridges and roads leaves no corpses!

Crackling!

Ye Han's body trembled, his bones cracking, his divine power surging like a tidal river, wild horses running free.

At this moment, his killing intent and will to fight combined, elevating Ye Han's will to an unprecedented realm.

Thirty bursts!

Ye Han's Divine Power Explosion technique, under extreme conditions, actually reached thirty bursts.

Bang!

The wind tore through the vacuum.

The third person in front screamed and howled, instantly killed by a punch.

As the person died, Ye Han's divine power surged, then locked onto the fourth person.

His ferocious and intense fist struck out, colliding head-on with the fourth Inner Disciple.

In an instant, the person's arms went numb, feeling as if the fist had struck an age-old ironstone, unable to break through, unable to resist, only to be forcibly blasted to death.

Accompanied by a scream, Ye Han strode forward, his body brimming with energy.

All his foundation bolstered in one punch, completely resolving the person.

Four people, all dead!

"Only you left!"

Ye Han locked onto the last person, exhaling a long breath.

"You, you, you... what kind of monster are you?"

"Don't kill me, let's talk, Ye Han, I have treasures accumulated over several years, all of which I can give to you, and I can tell you the secrets of this ancient Martial Tomb."

The person was extremely terrified, retreating continuously, nearly scared out of his wits.

"Is that so? Then tell me, what secrets does this ancient Martial Tomb hold."

Ye Han watched the person coldly, his gaze profoundly deep.

"This ancient Martial Tomb is the burial site of the Nine Nether King from three thousand years ago, possibly hiding the Sun Moon Universe Technique left by the Nine Nether King."

"That Sun Moon Universe Technique is a true Earth Level superior Martial Arts Technique. If we find it, it's an enormous fortune."

"Also, do you see that pool? Inside the pool is Earth Spirit Milk, gathered over three thousand years, enough for both you and me to cleanse our marrow and reshape our bodies. The rest can be taken to the Treasure Gathering Hall to exchange for countless treasures."

The person spoke continuously, not daring to pause for a moment, fearful that Ye Han would decide to kill him on a whim.

After saying all this, the person swallowed hard, then watched Ye Han with trepidation.

"That's it?"

Five breaths later, Ye Han uttered two words.

"Ah...?"

The person in front was startled, suddenly stammering, unable to articulate a reason.

Bang!!!

With a burst of speed, Ye Han appeared in front of the person.

A punch directly to the heart, the punch's energy piercing through the chest cavity, the heart shattered, and the last person perished.

Five Inner Disciples, all killed.

Phew...!

At this moment, Ye Han finally relaxed.

His body suddenly felt lighter, the tension eased, and only then did he feel the tearing pain in his front and back.

"The Qi Explosion Realm is indeed fearsome, indeed hard to kill!"

Sitting on the ground, the Nine Heavens Dragon Control Technique circulated, Ye Han fully focused on recovering from his injuries.

The battle just now was unpredictable and unimaginable to outsiders.

These were five Inner Disciples.

"Inner Sect," these two words in the Cycle Academy represented the Qi Explosion Realm.

All five of these people were at the first burst of the Qi Explosion Realm... experts in blood and Qi explosion.

Compared to them, Ye Han was like earth and sky, not in the same league at all.

If it weren't for the fact that all five were severely injured and weak, their combat strength not even a third of their peak, Ye Han would have long sought to escape.

Even so, Zhao Li's initial strike, with divine power and blood bursting forth, dealt Ye Han an absolute heavy blow.

Plus, with the sneak attacks from two others, if it weren't for the Eternal Invincible Dragon Body, making Ye Han's flesh tight and his bones tough, he might have been pierced through and killed on the spot.

"The Qi Explosion Realm, Inner Disciples are nothing more than this."

"In the face of life and death, cowardly and fearful, without a trace of spirit."

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Han stood up, his injuries mostly recovered.

On the five corpses, Ye Han found four ninth-rank Monster Beast King cores; indeed, those Monster Beast Kings outside were killed by them.

Aside from that, there wasn't much else of value, just some ordinary elixirs and supplements.

"Inner Disciples, so poor?"

Ye Han frowned, somewhat disappointed, feeling something was amiss.

This ancient Martial Tomb couldn't possibly only have that pool of Earth Spirit Milk and no other treasures.

Yet these people had nothing on them?

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