Heaven-Dominating Martial Emperor

Ye Chen knew perfectly well what kind of people these guys from the Dark Triangle were.

In that dog-eat-dog place, the only thing that mattered was who had the bigger fist!

Therefore, he couldn't be bothered to argue with them any longer.

Either fight or get lost!

Those were the only two choices!

As Ye Chen's words fell, the members of the Cyan Ape Tribe stared at him in astonishment, their expressions growing peculiar, as if they had just heard something unbelievable.

"Heh heh..." Even the middle-aged man was amused by Ye Chen's words.

"It's been a while since I've met a brat as reckless as you. I'll just stand right here. Why don't you see if you have what it takes to make me get lost..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Ye Chen made his move!

"BOOM!"

Cyan light flowed around Ye Chen's body as fine dragon scales covered his arm!

A violent power, like a surging tsunami, erupted forth. A powerful, deafening sonic boom rang out, causing the color to drain from the faces of the Cyan Ape Tribe members!

At that moment, the middle-aged man also felt an immense pressure!

It was only then that he realized he might have made a grave mistake.

Seeing Ye Chen's fist hurtling toward him, his reaction was extremely fast. He forcefully activated his cultivation base at the Eighth Layer of the Primordial Mansion Realm!

In a dangerous place like the Dark Triangle, even a moment's distraction could get you assassinated, so how could he fail to react? He immediately threw a punch of his own, and a surging wave of Spiritual Power pulsed outward, making everyone tremble.

When the fists collided, an invisible shockwave instantly swept out in all directions. The members of the Cyan Ape Tribe paled and were forced to stumble back.

With their level of strength, they couldn't withstand such a terrifying aftershock.

However, the middle-aged man's body flew back even faster than them. After clashing head-on with Ye Chen's fist, he shot out like a cannonball and was slammed deep into the nearby stone wall.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the stone wall. The middle-aged man's face was deathly pale as he struggled to free himself from the wall. The moment his feet touched the ground, he couldn't stop himself from spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his aura weakening to an extreme degree!

For a moment, all the members of the Cyan Ape Tribe were completely stunned.

They never imagined that someone with Steward Mei's strength would be so heavily injured by a single punch from the young man before them!

Especially since the young man was only at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Sea Realm!

It was simply unbelievable!

"How is this possible..."

"Your strength... How can you be this strong..."

Steward Mei's eyes were wide as he stared intently at Ye Chen.

He clutched his chest and quickly swallowed several healing pills, which finally calmed the churning qi and blood inside him.

Facing Steward Mei's question, Ye Chen just smiled faintly. "I thought the Cyan Ape Tribe was supposed to be so domineering. Turns out you're not all that."

That last punch had seemed to rely only on physical strength, but in reality, he had also imbued his fist with Sword Intent!

With the enhancement from his Sword Intent, combined with the help of his golden Spiritual Power, the might of Ye Chen's punch had been amplified to an unimaginable degree.

At the very least, heavily injuring a Primordial Mansion Realm Eighth Layer cultivator like Steward Mei was no problem at all!

The members of the Cyan Ape Tribe fell deathly silent. Faced with Ye Chen's mockery, their expressions darkened, but they dared not say a word.

The old man who had first attacked Ye Chen, in particular, was now filled with terror and lingering fear, feeling as though he had just escaped the jaws of death.

After all, even an expert like Steward Mei couldn't block a single one of his punches. 'If he had really used his full strength, I would've been killed in one blow!'

Seeing how cleanly Ye Chen had defeated his opponent, Song Yubing's admiration for him grew even deeper.

Ever since they left Piao Ling City, no matter what enemy they encountered, Ye Chen had basically swept them all aside.

She felt that giving her spot for the Peach Blossom Banquet to Ye Chen had been absolutely worth it.

'With the strength he's shown so far, there are probably very few geniuses in the entire eastern part of the dynasty who could compete with him!'

"Hand over your Storage Rings, and I'll spare your lives."

Ye Chen said suddenly, his gaze sweeping coolly over the crowd before him.

"What?"

"You want our Storage Rings too? Don't you go too far!"

"If you offend our Cyan Ape Tribe, you'll find a dead end waiting for you even if you flee to the ends of the earth!"

A burly man shouted, and the others quickly chimed in.

"Noisy." Ye Chen's brow furrowed slightly. With a flick of his finger, a bolt of Sword Qi shot out and sliced off the burly man's head.

The burly man's mouth was still twitching, as if he was trying to say something else.

Ye Chen's move was so fast that in the last moment before death, the man hadn't even realized his head had already left his shoulders.

Watching this scene, the crowd was horrified, a deep chill rising in their hearts!

"Either hand over your Storage Rings obediently, or you'll meet the same fate. I'll get your rings one way or another."

Ye Chen beckoned with his hand, and a Storage Ring floated over from the burly man's corpse. He immediately put it away into his Imprisoned Dragon Grotto Heaven.

"This..."

The expressions on the faces of the Cyan Ape Tribe members flickered with uncertainty.

Ultimately, pressured by Ye Chen's might, they had no choice but to yield and obediently hand over their Storage Rings.

After all, no one wanted to end up like the burly man.

Not even Steward Mei was an exception.

"Take these." Ye Chen swept his consciousness through the Storage Rings, and seeing nothing particularly noteworthy, he handed a portion of them to Song Yubing.

"For me?" Song Yubing's eyes widened.

'These are all his spoils of war, and he's just sharing the resources like that?'

"You've been following me for so long. It wouldn't be right if I were too stingy," Ye Chen said.

"But, I didn't do anything to help just now..." Song Yubing was still hesitant.

"Just take them." Ye Chen didn't say anything more.

Song Yubing had no choice but to accept.

She wasn't normally this indecisive by nature.

But after following Ye Chen and witnessing his overwhelming strength time and again, she found herself inexplicably becoming softer in his presence.

"Don't get cocky, brat!"

"I may not be able to stop you, but if you insist on going up the mountain and interfering with our tribe's mission, you will only bring disaster upon yourself!"

"Our Young Master's strength is on a completely different level from yours!"

Steward Mei gasped for breath, his chest heaving.

When he recalled how he had mocked the young man for overestimating his own abilities, his face burned with humiliation.

'The tables turned so fast... Who could have possibly predicted this?'