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"Young Sect Master, the Young Sect Master is back!" Someone in the crowd shouted at the top of his lungs. The voice was sharp and urgent, instantly breaking the tense and depressing atmosphere.

"Young Sect Master, this person came out of those ten barriers, killed many of our Hunyuan Sect's disciples, and even attempted to destroy our Hunyuan Flag!"

Another disciple of Hunyuan Sect was filled with indignation. He pointed at Ye Chongren and loudly accused him, his facial expression distorted by anger.

They couldn't accept being beaten by a middle-level person, even if they really couldn't beat him.

"Young Sect Master, please kill this man and avenge the dead disciples of Hunyuan Sect!" In an instant, many Hunyuan Sect disciples dressed in dark yellow sect uniforms below shouted loudly towards the direction of the city gate.

Ye Chongren slowly turned his gaze, and his hand, which had been tightly gripping the Hunyuan Flag, gradually loosened.

At this moment, he looked up and saw a huge crack in the distant sky because the seal was broken.

Lightning flashed in the cracks, sometimes like a dancing silver snake, sometimes like a burst of thunder, and the dazzling rays of light illuminated the gray sky.

At the same time, the special black power poured down from the crack like a black waterfall.

In the middle of the Heavenly Source Land, the entire sky had become gray, and the thick haze was like a heavy boulder, pressing on everyone's hearts.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, as if it was a sign of the coming end of the world, making people feel inexplicably fearful and uneasy.

The young man called the Young Sect Master had a nimble figure. He approached quickly from a distance like a black lightning and stood steadily outside Honghuang City.

He wore the same attire as the Hunyuan Sect disciples, except his arms were exposed. He wore a black jade belt around his waist, engraved with mysterious runes, faintly emitting a unique aura.

The man had distinct facial features, his facial contours were as firm as if they were cut by a knife or an axe, his body was very strong, and the contours of his arms seemed to contain endless explosive power. Every muscle was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

In the blink of an eye, the words "body-refining cultivator" involuntarily emerged in Ye Chongren's mind.

This man was even more muscular than Brother Dao and incredibly tall. Even though he was not close to Ye Chongren, he just stood there quietly, giving people a sense of oppression like a small hill, as if a towering mountain was lying in front of them, impossible to ignore.

"Did you come out from the barrier?" The man crossed his arms in front of his chest, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, looking Ye Chongren from top to bottom, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, obviously not taking Ye Chongren seriously.

Ye Chongren, on the other hand, had a calm look in his eyes as he also looked at the man in front of him. He did not answer his question immediately, but just stared at him quietly, as if he wanted to see through something from him.

"I'm very curious, why is this city so deserted, and who set up that barrier? It can actually stop me!" The man saw that Ye Chongren did not answer, nor was he angry. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he continued to speak, with a hint of doubt in his tone, mixed with a bit of arrogance.

"You are the young master of Hunyuan Sect, and Hunyuan Sect is one of the nine sects?" Ye Chongren asked in a cold voice, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, without any emotion, his eyes fixed on the man, as if he wanted to find some key information from his answer.

The man raised his rugged eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "You actually know about the Nine Sects? The core area and the middle section have always been closed. You are just a waste in the middle section. Where did you hear about the Nine Sects?"

The man's words were full of contempt for the middle-class people, but he was not deliberately belittling them. In the eyes of the people in their core area, the middle-class people were weak and were nothing but trash. In their view, this was an indisputable fact and no further explanation was needed.

"I'll ask you one last time, is Hunyuan Sect one of the Nine Sects?" Ye Chongren's tone already revealed a hint of impatience, and the murderous intent in his eyes began to slowly flow out like magma about to erupt.

The reason why he had to find out whether Hunyuan Sect was one of the Nine Sects was because this would directly determine how Ye Chongren would deal with this person.

If not, kill him directly. If not, arrest him and start implementing the plan that Ye Chongren has already formulated in his mind.

Hearing Ye Chongren's tough words, the disciples of Hunyuan Sect below instantly exploded and started to mock him.

"You're looking for death. You're a piece of trash, yet you dare to speak to the Young Sect Master in such a tone. You won't even know how you died!" A disciple shouted loudly with a look of disdain on his face and a mocking smile on his lips.

"That's right, are the people in the middle so tough now? Don't they see how much they weigh?" Another disciple echoed, his face full of contempt.

"I guess he just came out and hasn't seen or heard of the massacre in the Daluo Sword Sect. Otherwise, when he saw the people in our core area, he would have been scared to pee his pants!" Another disciple said with a joking look on his face, adding fuel to the fire, as if describing a very interesting thing.

"Young Sect Master, just kill him. What can a mid-level Half-Step Lord do? These mid-level losers have low combat effectiveness. Just kill him instantly!"

Many disciples shouted and urged the young master to take action. They looked so anxious, as if Ye Chongren was already a fish on their chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

The young man slowly lowered his arms, then slammed his fists against his chest, making two dull "bang" sounds. The sound was like the beating of a war drum, shaking the air around him.

"You're right. My Hunyuan Sect is one of the Nine Sects. You must be the original master of this city. You are quite powerful. You can even become a half-step master in the middle stage. You will be the first half-step master in the middle stage that I kill!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he rushed towards Ye Chongren like a cannonball.

His movements were as fast as lightning, which was completely inconsistent with his sturdy body. It was hard to imagine that such a huge body could have such agile speed.

Before his fist reached Ye Chongren, the space in front of his fist suddenly underwent strange changes, as if it was squeezed hard by an invisible giant hand, showing a superimposed distortion, like a piece of soft dough being kneaded at will, and the rules of space seemed to be broken at this moment.

"This is a way of strength!" Ye Chongren narrowed his eyes slightly.

When he was practicing the way of strength, a person suddenly appeared in his mind - Pangu, the founder of the prehistoric times.