Nine Revolutions Star Technique-Chapter 414 - 416: Crushing Victory

The three strongest Celestial Saints launched their full-force attacks, and the power was truly earth-shattering.

You could see it.

Three fierce hurricanes, like lightning that could destroy everything, swiftly cut through the sky, and in an instant, they were already in front of Su Muzhe. Looking at it from afar, they seemed like three mad dragons riding the wind and breaking the waves!

Almost in the blink of an eye, they were already upon Su Muzhe.

"Boom!"

Even in the midst of the rush.

Li Changfeng had already unleashed his blade aggressively.

"Clang!"

The dazzling blade aura, like lightning, suddenly cut through. The blade in his hand was lifted above his head, creating a mysterious rhythm as he slowly slashed down. In the void, it formed a circular wheel, seemingly reflecting Great Perfection.

Finally, the countless aggressive blade shadows quietly gathered, transforming into a simple but powerful slash, directly striking down from the air.

"Kill!"

Han Jintang shouted deeply, already pushing out a palm softly.

"Boom!"

This palm strike, like the horns of an antelope, seemed to have no trace to follow. But in an instant, countless techniques evolved within the void. It might be a claw, a palm, a finger, a fist, a slice, or a hook...

It was as if hundreds of Martial Arts Grandmasters were attacking simultaneously.

The overwhelming attacks crazily poured towards Su Muzhe.

"Boom!"

Shen Tianci waved his hands, merging two into one, as if executing Tai Chi. The seemingly casual action forcefully swept open, causing the vast surrounding spiritual energy to gather rapidly at that moment, transforming into thousands of strands, swirling and pouring into his hands.

At the same time, he suddenly swept his hand like a catapult, throwing the massive gathered spiritual energy towards Su Muzhe.

Even when faced with the disbelief of the three elders and everyone else, Su Muzhe’s claim that ’Young Master Ye’s strength is greater than mine’ seemed so absurd. In their view, once Su Muzhe fell, Ye Qingchen, facing the three elders head-on, would have no power to fight back.

"Can he withstand it?"

At this moment, everyone’s gaze was fixed on Su Muzhe.

Nobody knew.

And at this time.

Su Muzhe, instead of showing any fear, laughed loudly and directly went to engage them.

Having traveled along this path with Ye Qingchen, Su Muzhe’s strength has multiplied several times since the battle with Lei Ming, which has now become his confidence to confront the three strongest Celestial Saints simultaneously.

"Roar!"

Su Muzhe flipped his right hand, causing a patch of clouds to form into a dragon. Then, as he raised his hand and swung, the dragon swept its tail, and the flowing clouds flew like a rainbow across the sun, fiercely sweeping towards Li Changfeng, who was attacking him.

"Clang!"

A loud noise accompanied by countless erupting sparks wildly swept around, almost shattering the eardrums of everyone nearby.

Li Changfeng’s body trembled as if struck by lightning, shaken repeatedly backward by the terrifying force.

"How is this possible?"

Li Changfeng was filled with shock.

The slash he just executed was his full power, yet it was still swatted away by the opponent in a single hit?

Meanwhile, after Su Muzhe’s whip swipe, he forcefully pushed with both hands. The cloud dragon roared, its body tumbling and sweeping, crashing forward. It tore through the overwhelming fist shadows and collided heavily with Han Jintang’s fists.

Han Jintang let out a muffled sound and completely lost his balance, shooting backward like an arrow.

Then, Su Muzhe again pushed with both hands, dissolving the spiritual energy ball of Shen Tianci.

However, in a flash.

Su Muzhe had already exchanged blows with the three elders.

The entire ten-mile-long street suddenly shook, with the infinite Sword Qi and True Qi constantly surging in all directions, dust rising, leaving the heaven and earth in utter chaos.

The cultivators who were initially watching the battle from a distance had no choice but to keep retreating, pushed back by the relentless waves of energy sweeping through like tides.

In almost an instant, the people along the ten-mile-long street had retreated cleanly, and not a single person remained.

"Is this the means of the strongest Celestial Saints?"

Everyone was tongue-tied in awe, looking at the four battling in the air.

"I’m afraid that Ye Qingchen has already been torn apart by the aftermath of their battle..." Several young dandies grinned smugly as they spoke.

"Really?"

Zhao Qinglong shook his head. He casually pointed a finger, and the slight smile that just appeared on everyone’s faces froze completely.

They saw it.

In the corner of the street Zhao Qinglong pointed to, Ye Qingchen was sitting cross-legged, watching the battlefield with interest. No matter how fierce and overwhelming the fighting momentum was, it shattered before it could approach him, torn apart by the Sword Qi emitted by the Eight Divine Soul Swords in front of him.

"This kid is only surviving thanks to those swords. If he steps out of their range, he will be shredded!" a young man said coldly.

As everyone spoke, the battle between the two sides had already reached a fever pitch.

The enormous Ten-mile-long Street had been more than half-destroyed. Wherever the four passed, there was hardly anything intact. Whether it was houses, flowerbeds, or rock gardens, all were shattered and collapsed.

However, what shocked everyone was that although the three great families’ faction appeared powerful, most of the attacks were coming from Su Muzhe, while the three patriarchs were dodging. The strikes they launched with great effort could be effortlessly neutralized by Su Muzhe with a mere raise of his hand. Yet, a counterattack from Su Muzhe could leave them coughing up blood non-stop.

The reason they hadn’t been defeated yet was merely because they were desperately holding on.

"Could they really lose?"

"Even the patriarchs of the three great families can’t suppress this young man?"

For a moment.

Everyone looked towards the young man who seemed like a calm fisherman throughout, and a thought inevitably surfaced in their minds.

Just then.

A roar suddenly resounded, interrupting everyone’s thoughts.

They saw Han Jintang with disheveled hair, his robe in tatters, and a face twisted to the extreme. As the Han Family’s patriarch and the Strongest Celestial Saint, when had he ever been suppressed to such an extent that he couldn’t lift his head?

He suddenly jumped backward, clenching both fists, and his withered body suddenly swelled, transforming from a frail old man into a robust middle-aged man. From his body emanated the deafening roar of Qi Blood.

"Su Muzhe, as the Strongest Celestial Saint, do you dare to take this move of mine?"

Han Jintang roared, stomping his foot fiercely.

"Boom!"

With that stomp, like an Ancient Dragon Elephant, he stepped mightily, causing the ground to crack and infinite fractures to spread madly. Under his foot, Ten-mile-long Street partially caved in, with a massive fissure recklessly spreading out.

Under his foot, a massive footprint appeared, at least ten-odd meters long, and every detail clearly visible.

Utilizing this explosive force, Han Jintang shot out like a heaven-shocking lightning bolt straight towards Su Muzhe.

"The Han Family patriarch is staking it all!"

"He’s gathered all his Qi Blood!"

Witnessing this move, everyone couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.

Even Li Changfeng and Shen Tianci couldn’t help but narrow their eyes. Such a life-risking strike by concentrating Qi Blood, even if it killed Su Muzhe, would likely leave Han Jintang with weakened Qi Blood, shortening his lifespan by decades.

"Good!"

Yet, facing Han Jintang’s desperate attack, Su Muzhe instead laughed heartily, advancing rather than retreating.

He waved both hands, stirring up infinite cloud energy. Rolling waves of clouds gathered around him, swirling in layers and transforming into a giant roaring dragon. As the dragon formed, it fiercely struck towards Han Jintang.

"Boom!"

A heaven-shattering roar erupted fiercely.

In an instant.

Whirlwinds surged, and great waves crashed.

You could see.

At the center where the two collided, the air suddenly collapsed, then burst forth with even more savage force, rushing fiercely in all directions. The surrounding ground shattered inch by inch, whipped up by the windstorm, lifting up tumbling waves.

Everyone watched ahead in horror.

They saw Han Jintang spit out a mouthful of blood mid-air, retreating wildly, his body crashing hard into the ground, causing it to collapse. In contrast, Su Muzhe only took half a step back.

"This..."

The crowd hadn’t recovered yet.

Su Muzhe was already attacking again, raising his large hand, the cloud dragon around him let out a long howl and pounced towards Shen Tianci. The cloud dragon rolled out, sweeping the heavens and earth, with Shen Tianci having no escape or evasion.

He bit his teeth, unleashing True Qi all over his body, pouring it out furiously, transforming into a ferocious tiger that charged towards the cloud dragon.

In his view.

Su Muzhe, having just exchanged blows with Han Jintang, must be somewhat exhausted. Even if he couldn’t defeat him, could he not withstand this strike?

But the result, in everyone’s shocked eyes, was that the fierce tiger composed of his condensed True Qi was, under the cloud dragon’s charge, as fragile as paper, being thoroughly torn apart on the spot. The cloud dragon, with undiminished momentum, fiercely slammed into his chest.

"Boom!"

A tumultuous crackling sound rang out.

Han Jintang’s entire skeleton, muscles, internal organs, all exploded in the collision, his whole being like deadwood under a tsunami, directly crushed into powder.

And the cloud dragon, rolling out with undiminished force, left a terrifying mark on the ground, thundering on to the end of everyone’s view.

The entire place fell into dead silence.

Nobody could have anticipated such an outcome.

The three Strongest Celestial Saints, in the blink of an eye, one was dead and one was maimed, leaving only the final Li Changfeng.

And at this moment.

Su Muzhe’s gaze shifted to Li Changfeng, that glance seemingly freezing all the blood in his veins.