Chapter 1182 - 1181: The Terror of the Celestial South Fierce God

"You know me?"

Ye Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back and said coolly.

"Back then, during your battle at Red Flame Mountain, I once had the fortune to see your true face, sir!" Ying Chutian knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling like chaff in the wind, feeling as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

This Fierce God had actually returned from the Sacred Land?

Then, all those words just now, he had heard them all?

"Heh heh!"

Ye Qingchen kept his hands behind his back and slowly walked forward, taking one step after another.

All of a sudden, someone reacted and dropped to his knees with a bang.

"Greetings, Mr. Ye!"

Everyone was stunned.

If at this moment there was still someone who didn't understand what was going on, then he was the biggest idiot under heaven.

Almost at the same time.

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone present, all terrified, scrambled to their knees.

"Greetings, Mr. Ye!"

"Greetings, Mr. Ye!"

"Greetings, Mr. Ye!"

As everyone in the main hall, all in terror, knelt down, and that young man stepped onto the chief seat, Ning Lu was completely dumbfounded.

At the side, Sun Gao sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

In this world.

A being who could inspire such fear in so many people, and be respectfully addressed as Mr. Ye—other than that Celestial South Fierce God, who else could it be?

Just like that.

Everyone watched this young man step upward as if ascending to the heavens, with each step drawing more kneeling and worship. Those Earth Immortals and Human Immortals who were usually aloof and exalted were now shivering like ants before him.

"Who said I died in the Sacred Land?" Ye Qingchen casually sat down in the seat where Ying Chutian had been before and asked faintly. All those present were seasoned, famed veterans, Celestial South Loose Cultivators, yet at this moment not one dared voice an objection.

Chen Qianxin, who had just now been full of indignation, shuddered all over in fright, kowtowing like pounding garlic, his forehead thudding against the floor as he begged for mercy without stop:

"Mr. Ye, spare my life!"

Ying Chutian forced himself to muster a bit of courage, steeled his scalp, and spoke up:

"Chen Qianxin's offense was unintentional. I beg Mr. Ye's forgiveness!"

Ye Qingchen cast a light, indifferent glance at Ying Chutian. That single glance made all the blood in Ying Chutian's body seem to freeze, as if even his very soul was about to be frozen to death.

It was clearly only an instant, yet Ying Chutian felt as if hundreds of years had passed. Just as he thought his body and soul were about to be annihilated and he could no longer hold on, he finally heard Ye Qingchen's faint voice:

"If there's a next time, I'll completely annihilate your Cyan Flame Sect's orthodox lineage."

With that, he leisurely withdrew his gaze.

"Yes!"

Ying Chutian answered at once, and finally breathed out a long sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart. When he came back to himself, he realized that his back was already soaked with cold sweat. But he didn't dare harbor a single stray thought, and instead swore inwardly that he would strictly restrain his disciples and forbid reckless talk.

The others didn't dare utter a word either. This young man already possessed Heaven-shocking methods of wiping out a sect's orthodox lineage and severing an entire bloodline with a mere lift of his hand.

As for Sun Gao, his face had turned as white as paper from fright, his heart filled with both shock and fear. What shocked him was that the young man he had scolded earlier was actually Ye the Demon, whose name shook Kunlun. What terrified him was that, after the way he had just treated him, would Ye hold it against him?

However.

In Ye Qingchen's eyes, how could such a small fry even register?

As soon as he sat down, someone quick-witted immediately brought over a bowl of fragrant tea. A strange scene appeared in the great hall: over a hundred people were kneeling there, while Ye Qingchen alone sat there as if no one else were present, calmly drinking tea.

After half a bowl of tea, Ye Qingchen finally set the bowl down casually and said offhandedly, "Speak. During the time I was gone, just what happened?"

Hearing this, Ying Chutian wiped the cold sweat from his brow before slowly speaking:

"Mr. Ye, ever since your whereabouts became unknown, the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness could no longer sit still and began to move one after another. The one who attacked our Cyan Flame Sect was the Eight-faced Buddha of Netherworld Mountain. The other Twelve Demon Sects also took action and have launched a full invasion into Southern Heaven!"

"At present, out of the Thirty-Six Sects, more than ten have already been wiped out outright… Even those that haven't been destroyed are like our Cyan Flame Sect, barely clinging to life!"

"Oh? The Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness—who gave those dogs such courage?"

Ye Qingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

His grievances with the Thirty-Six Sects were personal; at most he would only slaughter those who had taken part in besieging him back then. But the Twelve Demon Sects were attacking with overwhelming force, intent on leveling the entirety of Southern Heaven.

Moreover, Lu Yanwu, Lin Shifei, Zheng Jiuling, and the others he had grown familiar with before were all still in the Western Wilderness.

"This…"

Ying Chutian hesitated, words on the tip of his tongue.

"Speak!" Ye Qingchen's gaze turned sharp.

"If I die, then so be it!" Ying Chutian took a deep breath, and simply threw caution to the wind, pouring everything out like beans from a bamboo tube, confessing it all in one go:

"When the lords and Sect Leaders of the Thirty-Six Sects were still around, they could still deter the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness. But after you killed them, and then after the Profound Ice Platform Conference, when your whereabouts again became unknown, they naturally could no longer sit still."

The Western Wilderness Demon Sect had always coveted Southern Heaven.

Though the Thirty-Six Sects were greatly weakened, as long as Ye Qingchen was still around, the Twelve Demon Sects would still watch and wait. But then he struck at the Sacred Land during the Profound Ice Platform Conference, and afterward remained absent for a long time. Coupled with the increasingly widespread rumors of his fall, people's hearts naturally began to waver.

"They're simply audacious beyond measure!"

Ye Qingchen let out a cold laugh.

This was between him and Southern Heaven; how could he allow outsiders to meddle? "Hmph, for the Twelve Demon Sects to dare make trouble right under my nose—do they truly think my sword is no longer sharp?"

Everyone exchanged looks, eyes filled with unconcealed shock.

The meaning of those words—

Ye Qingchen intended to intervene in this matter?

Only Ying Chutian still frowned, secretly glancing at Ye Qingchen. He mustered his courage and asked, "Mr. Ye, there's been a rumor outside that you captured five Celestial Immortals of the Su Sacred Land…"

"Yes."

Chen Qianxin couldn't help blurting out.

In that instant.

Everyone present, their curiosity surged to the extreme. The battle at the Profound Ice Platform Conference had spread throughout Southern Heaven; almost everyone had seen with their own eyes Ye Qingchen capture five Celestial Immortals of the Su Race.

Could it be that those rumors were false?

All lies?

"Oh, you mean the Su Race?" Ye Qingchen said faintly. "That's right, I did capture their five Celestial Immortals at the Profound Ice Platform Conference! I've been in seclusion cultivating this whole time, and only just emerged a few days ago!"

The crowd looked at each other, seemingly unable to believe it.

Since when had the Sacred Land ever been so easy to talk to?

"And the Sacred Land just let it go like that?"

Ying Chutian hastily asked.

"Naturally, they were unwilling to let the matter rest!" Ye Qingchen said calmly. "I forced three of their Supreme Elders into submission and broke their Grand Array. Even if they were more unwilling, they still had to bow their heads!"

"What?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

That was a mighty force said to have endured the Great Tribulation of All Heavens, yet they had actually bowed their heads before Ye Qingchen?

In that moment.

All their hearts churned with stormy waves.

Ying Chutian could only smile bitterly:

This Ye the Demon truly deserved the title of Celestial South Fierce God!