"It's the Ye Clan's Xuan-level advanced martial arts, Yuan Devouring Hand!" someone shouted from the crowd of sixteen high-level viewing platforms.

They had only heard of the power of the Yuan Devouring Hand in the history records of the Ye clan.

Legend has it that once the Yuan Devouring Hand is released, it will definitely be followed by the punishment according to the Ye Clan's clan regulations. In the light case, the bones and meridians are broken, in the worst case, the cultivation realm is completely lost, and it is more likely to become a corpse of the Yuan Devouring hand.

"That young man named Ye Chen is probably ruined."

"Did he really secretly learn the ancestor's Jinghong Sword?"

"How is it possible? I see, it was him who defeated Ye Kuang. His direct lineage lost face and they just want to get it back!"

Waves of criticism arose one after another in Tianwu Hall, seeming to ruthlessly tear off the fig leaf of the Ye clan, which is the direct descendant of the imperial capital.

Ye Yan's face turned pale when he heard these voices.

But Ye Jinghong in front of him had a gloomy expression and no fluctuations in his heart. He was controlling the element-devouring hand to take Ye Chen directly.

However, just when the giant purple phantom hand was about to catch Ye Chen, a loud voice came from the open door of Tianwu Hall.

"Ancestor of the Ye clan, why are you bullying a junior?"

In an instant, the sound was like the biting cold wind in the valley, pouring into the Tianwu Hall, directly breaking the giant purple shadow of the Yuan Devouring Hand.

Ye Jinghong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his giant hand was shattered into pieces. He was knocked back dozens of steps and almost fell off the sword discussion platform.

"who?!"

Ye Yan blurted out a surprised shout, but Ye Yan did not immediately check Ye Jinghong's condition.

With anger burning in his heart, he yelled: "You dare to cause trouble in the Imperial Capital of the Leaf Clan, but you don't dare to show up? Who are you to be timid?"

The voice fell.

Tianwu Hall was completely silent.

Ye Jinghong coughed violently and was about to say something to stop Ye Yan.

But the next moment, a dark shadow passed over the high platform and suddenly appeared in front of Ye Chen.

"The peak of the Purple Mansion Realm?!" Ye Jinghong's expression was shocked, and he suddenly felt frightened in his heart.

There are only a handful of peak Purple Mansion Realm experts in the entire Tianfeng Empire who can break the Yuan Devouring Hand and seriously injure himself, but they are all people he is familiar with.

But the aura of the person in front of him was terrifyingly unfamiliar.

Ye Yan was shocked by the black shadow's look and fell to the ground. His original anger and arrogance were suppressed by his cultivation level, weakening it to almost nothing.

He looked at the black shadow in front of him in horror, speechless.

"Who are you?" Ye Jinghong stood up slowly and said cautiously: "The Ye Clan has never had any enmity with any strong person in Tianfeng for a hundred years. I wonder why you appeared at the Ye Clan clan meeting today?"

"It's nothing." The black shadow glanced sideways at Ye Chen and replied calmly: "It's the young man behind me who you Ye Clan can't touch."

Hearing the sound, Ye Jinghong was stunned, his thoughts swirling in his mind.

The dark shadow in front of him was visibly tyrannical, and he was at the pinnacle of the Zifu realm just like him.

Now, his request is to take Ye Chen away.

This request does not seem to be excessive.

But Ye Chen deposed Ye Kuang and secretly learned Jinghong Sword Technique. If he were to be taken away without any conditions, he told the elders of the Ye clan that once word spread, it would be a shame for the clan.

Thinking of this, Ye Jinghong gathered his thoughts, frowned, and asked, "What is your relationship with him?"

"Master and apprentice." Black Shadow answered simply.

This actually made Ye Chen, who was standing behind him, startled and even a little confused.

In his memory of past and present lives, he did not remember that he had worshiped such a master in the Purple Mansion Realm.

"It turns out he is Ye Chen's master." Ye Jinghong's face changed slightly, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "In that case, I would like to hear your opinion."

"What do you think?" The shadow seemed to be interested, and followed Ye Jinghong's words and asked: "Tell me and listen."

Ye Jinghong smiled and said: "What do you think of a person who secretly learns martial arts?"

"Of course it's shameless." Heiying said directly: "What's more, it can destroy the cultivation of the stealing scholar, so killing him is not too much."

"Oh? Really?" Ye Jinghong narrowed his eyes, "Maybe you don't know yet, but Ye Chen secretly learned the Ye Clan's Jinghong Sword Technique, which violated the Ye Clan's rules."

Speaking of this, Ye Jinghong changed the subject, "According to your wishes, do you have to let me destroy all of his cultivation?"

"It makes sense." Black Shadow nodded, thoughtfully.

Behind him, Ye Chen couldn't help but be shocked.

I ponder in my heart, it is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself!

Ye Jinghong laughed loudly and said smoothly: "Okay! Since you are so forthright and sincere, then I will..."

"Just...what?" Before he could finish the sentence, the black shadow interrupted Ye Jinghong.

He held his chin thoughtfully and put his hands behind his back, and said in a clear tone: "Is my apprentice named Ye Chen?"

Ye Jinghong didn't know why, he was stunned, and responded: "Yes, the descendants of the Ye family in Yunhe City naturally have the surname Ye."

"Yes." The shadow nodded and continued to ask: "Is your name Ye Jinghong?"

"Of course I am Ye Jinghong!" When Ye Jinghong heard his name, his expression suddenly became solemn and he replied: "The third generation ancestor of the Ye clan is me."

"That's good." Black Shadow's voice sounded slightly happy.

He suddenly asked in confusion: "Then I would like to ask Ye Jinghong, Patriarch Ye, which clan rule did Ye Chen break?"

"Secretly learn the martial arts of the Ye clan!" Ye Jinghong replied decisively.

"When?" the shadow asked again.

Ye Jinghong didn't hesitate at all, "At the time of the clan competition, he used my own sword move "Jinghong Yi..."

"Is this the move you're talking about?"

Interrupting Ye Jinghong again, the black shadow spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and a spiritual energy instantly condensed into a long sword.

With a casual wave of his hand, a sword energy slashed out and exploded beside Ye Jinghong.

Ye Jinghong frowned, his face ashen.

This sword energy is indeed a shocking sword.

"How could this happen..." The white-haired old man was extremely puzzled. He couldn't see the black shadow's face clearly. He had never seen this mysterious black shadow comer in the Tianfeng Empire.

"You?" Ye Jinghong pinched his fingers and said word by word: "Who are you?"

"You are not qualified to know." Black Shadow's tone suddenly turned cold.

Under his feet, the spiritual energy bridge was flowing rapidly, and there were dozens more sword shadows than Ye Jinghong's spiritual energy.

The tyrannical feeling of oppression completely suffocated Ye Jinghong.

After a moment, the black shadow slowly turned around and faced Ye Chen.

The young man could not see his face clearly, but for a moment, a sense of familiarity suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Why are you so dazed?" Heiying said calmly: "I have done what I promised you. When can you do what you promised me?"

After the words fell, the black shadow raised his hand.

A white light appeared on the ground, directly covering Ye Chen.

Then he squinted.

On a high platform, I saw the leaves with severed meridians.

I saw the corners of the black figure's mouth slightly raised, and chuckled: "As punishment, I will accept him!"

In an instant, the black shadow disappeared.
Chapter completed!