I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

"How is it possible? He is just a middle-level person. It is a miracle that he can be on par with us in terms of strength. How could he suppress us? My Seven Killing Sect's martial arts are top-notch even among the nine sects. How could he suppress us!" Hong Die's pretty face was full of disbelief. She widened her eyes and stared at Ye Chongren. She really couldn't accept it in her heart that someone like Ye Chongren could be on par with them, or even surpass them.

Dao Ge was equally shocked by this power, but his reaction was more composed. He simply stared at Ye Chongren, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity. At the same time, he quickly mobilized the power within him, trying to resist the pressure emanating from Ye Chongren and not let himself be defeated by this power.

In contrast, Wu Duming's situation was far worse. He tried his best, but still couldn't resist the fear welling up in his heart. In the face of Ye Chongren's overwhelming strength, his strength seemed to be drained away, completely suppressed.

Just as everyone was stunned by Ye Chongren's power, a giant phoenix suddenly appeared from his body. The phoenix was draped in flaming feathers, each one gleaming with a fiery light, as if flowing with magma. The phoenix circled and danced in the air, emitting a cry that resounded through the heavens. The cry was like the sound of a mighty bell, jarring everyone's eardrums.

Then, the phoenix slowly hovered in the air, its massive wings spread wide, as if to embrace the entire world. At this moment, a resounding voice suddenly rang out: "Phoenix Roaring Sky Strike!"

Everyone was shocked. The owner of this voice was Ye Chongren, who Xuanming and others had previously believed to be dead. At this moment, this voice did not have the slightest trace of death, but was instead filled with a fiery, domineering power, as if Ye Chongren had returned to his prime, allowing everyone to see the once fierce Ye Chongren again.

Immediately afterwards, the Flame Phoenix roared to the heavens once more, its flames instantly swelled several times over, the entire space distorted and distorted by this incomparably scorching power. With a clear goal in mind, the Flame Phoenix, dragging its long flaming tail, flew swiftly towards Jiang Qisha like a blazing meteor.

Jiang Qisha watched the flaming phoenix charging towards him with devastating force. His pupils shrank sharply, like cold stars illuminated by a strong light in the dark night, flashing with vigilance and solemnity. He knew in his heart that if he couldn't withstand this attack, the consequences would be disastrous.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his full might into the mysterious and domineering Seven Killing Sect technique. Instantly, a thick, inky black light surged from his body, enveloping him tightly like a surging black tide. Runes flickered above this black light, faintly emanating an ancient and powerful aura, as if proclaiming the supreme majesty of the Seven Killing Sect's technique.

In a moment, the Flame Phoenix, carrying rolling heat waves and overwhelming power, slammed fiercely into the black light of Jiang Qisha.

Instantly, the very world seemed to tremble, and a deafening roar, as if capable of ripping the heavens apart, suddenly resounded. This powerful impact, like a raging tsunami, radiated wildly in all directions from the point of collision.

Everyone felt a surge of overwhelming force, leaving them with no time to react. Like kites with their strings cut, they were mercilessly swept away. Some tumbled through the air, landing heavily on the cracked ground, sending up clouds of dust. Others crashed into the surrounding boulders with a dull thud, their clothes instantly stained red with blood.

At the same time, the surrounding ground was also torn apart by this powerful force, as if by an invisible giant hand. Huge cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and were bottomless.