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Chapter 275 - 177: A Single Punch Suppresses the Four Great Emperor Wus! You Don’t Have the Right to Say This, Let the Female Bodhisattva Come (Please Subscribe)_6

Chapter 275: Chapter 177: A Single Punch Suppresses the Four Great Emperor Wus! You Don’t Have the Right to Say This, Let the Female Bodhisattva Come (Please Subscribe)_6

Temporary forbearance served as the prelude to amassing greater power, to unleash a mightier blow.

Once he ascended to the Tongxuan Realm, he could very well become unparalleled across Qianyuan Divine Province, and by then, he might possess Emperor’s weapons and Immortal Artifacts, fearless of all Sacred Lands.

Ye Fan?

Kurong Kong, Tuoshan Kong, the Yinyang Sect Hierarch, and Demon Queen Bai Keqing exchanged looks. Many bore the name Ye Fan, but none who cultivated in the True Martial Realm, let alone a supreme powerhouse seemingly at the pinnacle of the True Martial Realm.

In just an instant, they realized it was a pseudonym. Obviously, this paramount figure had reservations and dared not reveal his true identity, with backing from three major Sacred Lands: Xumi Mountain, Heavenly Demon Hall, and Myriad Demon Mountain.

“Benefactor Ye, what brings you here? Do you intend to ambush and slay the True Martial Realm Emperors of our three great Sacred Lands? Can you shoulder the responsibility if we perish here?”

Tuoshan Kong’s eyes glowed red, his face etched with displeasure, as he thundered angrily.

As an Emperor Wu of the True Martial Realm from the Sacred Land of Xumi Mountain, he was accustomed to high esteem. Whenever he ventured into the outside world, which True Martial Realm Emperor Wu dared not show Xumi Mountain respect?

Kurong Kong’s face remained expressionless. He didn’t believe that this Ye Fan would dare kill them, as this would mean offending all three major Sacred Lands, leaving no place for Ye Fan in Qianyuan Divine Province.

Yinyang Sect Hierarch Chen Jingyun remained silent. Although he also harbored similar thoughts, recognizing the reality of the situation, he decided it was better not to provoke this paramount figure with hard words.

As a Cultivator of the demon path, he was far more tactful than the two Buddhist Kongs; he knew when to submit. If he truly died here, it would be unjust, as he had no desire to die yet.

Even if the Demon Clan sought vengeance for him after his death by slaying this so-called supreme figure named Ye Fan, it would be meaningless. He would already be deceased, unable to see it.

Demon Queen Bai Keqing looked up at the domineering, invincible figure above, deeply shaken inside. The Human Clan actually had such a world-shaking powerhouse.

She knew there were Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors and Tongxuan Realm immortals in Qianyuan Divine Province, but those strong figures had long ceased to take actions. Bai Keqing had never seen them and was unaware of their true strength.

Now, witnessing this world-shaking figure named Ye Fan, who could suppress four True Martial Realm Emperor Wus with merely a punch—even effortlessly crushing them—she grasped the extent of his power.

If the peak of the True Martial Realm was already so formidable, breaking apart the void, what unspeakable horror would Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors and Tongxuan Realm immortals represent?

She inwardly sighed, a smile with hints of sorrow and enchantment crossing her face, feeling the situation was not so bad after all.

She had been likely to die in the Sacred Dragon Secret Realm or be captured and taken back to Xumi Mountain for conversion, living a fate worse than death. But now those two bald donkeys found themselves in the same plight as her, grievously wounded by this world-shaking powerhouse.

If they were to die, they would die together; she was no longer fearful, considering the current circumstances no worse than before.

The four True Martial Realm Emperor Wus had varied thoughts but all maintained the same posture, looking up at the sky at the figure as radiant as a divine sun, but none dared peep at Han Li’s true face again.

“Even if I killed your three major Sacred Lands, what could you do to me?” Han Li spoke indifferently.

Han Li reached out and slapped Tuoshan Kong. Tuoshan Kong was sent flying, crashing heavily against a great mountain, burying deep within it.

Tuoshan Kong felt as if every bone in his body was shattered by that slap, his injuries worsening. Before he could catch his breath, he was caught by an immensely strong suction force.

Slap!

Slap!

Han Li gave him several more resounding slaps, smashing Tuoshan Kong’s golden body, leaving his face as swollen as a pig’s head.

Thud!

Tuoshan Kong fell powerlessly to the ground, nearly shattering his battered innards completely. His body was covered in wounds, and his limbs’ bones broken, rendering him immobile.

“Stop!” Kurong Kong bellowed, his face colored with compassion.

Han Li ignored Kurong Kong’s shout and, dissatisfied, summoned a thousand-zhang-high mountain with a gesture. He pressed down, and the mountain crashed onto Tuoshan Kong’s body.

“Aren’t you Tuoshan Kong? Let’s see if you really have the fortitude to bear a mountain,” Han Li’s emotionless voice reverberated throughout the Secret Territory.

Chen Jingyun of the Yinyang Sect and Demon Queen Bai Keqing felt a chill in their hearts, not daring to speak lest this strong figure treat them similarly.

“Benefactor Ye, this is too much!” Kurong Kong bellowed again like an enraged guardian deity.

“Too much? ‘Twas but a minor punishment. The words you spoke to me just now, not killing him with one slap was already giving your Buddhist Sect face,” Han Li’s grand voice thundered, leaving Kurong Kong feeling like he was struck by lightning, realizing Ye Fan’s audacity.

Kurong Kong took a deep breath and suppressed his rage, not daring to further provoke Han Li, fearing that a fit of anger might lead to their deaths.

“Benefactor Ye, Buddhism is not something you can provoke, retreat swiftly and this monk might let this matter go,” he proclaimed.

“You’ll let this matter go?”

Han Li chuckled coldly, looking down at Kurong Kong from high above, “You’re not yet qualified to say such words. Have your Buddhist Sect’s goddess come and say them, and it might be more fitting.”

“How dare you!”

Kurong Kong roared in anger, struggling to contain his fury, continuing, “Great powers should not be insulted; you are inviting disaster upon yourself.”

Thud!

Han Li slapped him once more, leaving Kurong Kong feeble and barely clinging to life.

“Great powers cannot be insulted, but I, Ye Fan, can be lightly insulted?”

Han Li’s domineering words echoed between heaven and earth, leaving the four True Martial Realm Emperor Wus breathless. Ye Fan was indeed overpowering.