Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 67 I will personally make a trip to your ancestral home in Changbai Mountain!

The moment the longsword clashed with the dragon, the entire valley was illuminated.

A blinding light exploded from the center of the collision, accompanied by a deafening roar. The shockwave swept in all directions, uprooting trees within a radius of a hundred feet, and breaking branches spun wildly in the air.

The phantom of the dragon split open under the longsword, but it did not dissipate.

The demonic energy surged towards the crack, quickly filling it as if it had never been injured.

At the same time, the dragon twisted its body suddenly, and its thick tail swept out, lashing towards Ye Chen with overwhelming force.

Ye Chen moved slightly, and like a blur, he quickly darted several feet to the left, barely avoiding the attack.

The tail swept across the ground, carving a deep furrow, sending mud flying and stones scattering everywhere.

"Is that all you've got?"

The great demon's voice came from all directions, filled with undisguised mockery, "If that's the case, then you shall come with me today!"

The demonic aura grew stronger.

The dragon's body swelled again, almost obscuring half the sky, its scales gleaming with a cold, eerie light, just like real dragon scales.

It opened its enormous mouth, and a ball of pitch-black light condensed in its throat, emanating a terrifying aura of destruction.

Ye Chen stood on a protruding rock, looking up at the enormous creature with a calm gaze.

He raised his hand again.

This time, with his five fingers spread wide, four strands of sword energy shot out from his fingertips simultaneously, slicing through the sky and making a sharp, piercing sound.

The sword energies intertwined and entwined in mid-air, echoing each other to form an exquisite sword formation that actually enveloped the dragon.

The sword flashed, its cold light radiating in all directions.

The phantom of the dragon charged left and right within the sword formation, its massive body being sliced ​​by streaks of sword light, its demonic aura scattering and black mist spreading.

The great demon grunted, clearly having suffered some loss.

But he was, after all, a great demon from the Four Extremes Secret Realm, whose physical body had been tempered for hundreds of years and whose demon core was extremely powerful.

He gritted his teeth and urged the demon core within his body to operate wildly. A vast amount of demonic power surged out continuously, and the phantom of the dragon solidified again, actually managing to forcefully open the sword formation and scatter the sword lights in all directions.

"You wretched brat!"

The great demon's voice carried a hint of annoyance mixed with smugness, "That's all you've got. Do you think you can get away with such fancy tricks?"

Ye Chen did not answer.

He simply stared at the dragon that had reformed, his brows furrowing slightly.

The sword formation's framework was correct, and the killing intent of the Lingbao Scripture was activated, but it felt like something was missing—like holding a peerless sword but not being able to aim accurately. The moves were complete in terms of form, but lacked a sharp, fierce energy.

Ultimately, it's because we didn't play enough!

When the elders in the sect were training him, they held back to some extent, but when it came to a life-or-death struggle, that restraint became a weakness.

"Again?"

Seeing the great demon charge forward again, Ye Chen took a deep breath and stopped worrying about the intricacies of the sword formation.

With a swift movement, he appeared before the great demon.

He raised his hand and pressed down with his palm.

Before the palm strike landed, the void behind him suddenly darkened.

Countless demonic shadows surged from his body, layer upon layer, blotting out the sky and the sun. Each one resembled Ye Chen in appearance, yet exuded a distinct sharpness and murderous intent.

They roared silently, howling as they converged on his palm, like rivers flowing into the sea and streams flowing to their source.

Heavenly Demon Scripture Secret Technique: Heavenly Demon Palm!

The air was torn apart by the force of the palm strike, producing a sharp hiss, and a deep trench was carved into the ground, with gravel and soil flying to both sides.

The demon's pupils shrank suddenly. With no time to dodge, he could only grit his teeth and meet the attack head-on.

The demon core within his body circulated wildly, black energy surged around him, and the remaining scales stood up in layers. He was like a trapped beast, unleashing his last bit of power.

But it didn't work.

The moment Ye Chen's palm struck, the power that had accumulated countless demonic shadows erupted, like a long-accumulated torrent finally breaking through a dam.

That was a power far exceeding any previous attack.

The demon's body suddenly sank, the bluestone ground beneath his feet exploded, and his legs sank into the mud, up to his knees.

The sound of bones cracking emanated from within his body, as dense as popping beans.

"what!"

The great demon screamed to the sky, blood seeping from its seven orifices, and true fear finally surfaced in its golden vertical pupils.

This is impossible!

[I am a great demon from the Four Extremes Secret Realm, my physical body tempered for a hundred years, how could I be so easily defeated?]

"The Four Extremes Secret Realm?"

Ye Chen looked down at him, tilted his head, and said, "Who isn't?"

Another kick.

The great demon was kicked out of the mud, tumbling several times in the air before crashing into a distant mountain wall.

The mountainside shattered, smoke and dust filled the air, and his body was embedded in the rock, like a painting nailed to a wall.

Ye Chen walked on air, step by step towards the cloud of smoke.

The great demon struggled to crawl out of the rock wall, covered in blood, its scales almost completely shattered, revealing its dark blue skin and a series of shocking wounds.

He leaned against the shattered mountain wall, panting heavily, his golden vertical pupils bloodshot.

"You—you can't kill me—"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying an almost instinctive fear.

"I am an elder of the Primordial Dragon Cave. My cave still has the ancestor of the Dragon Transformation Realm guarding it; he is a true master of great supernatural powers!"

"If you kill me, he will surely find out. At that time, not only you, but the entire Lingbao Sect will be buried with you!"

Ye Chen stood in mid-air, looking down at him.

Those eyes were calm as still water, without a ripple.

"The Dragon Transformation Realm?"

He repeated the word softly, as if savoring some insignificant word.

"A true master of supernatural powers?"

The great demon thought he was afraid, so he nodded hurriedly, his voice becoming urgent: "That's right, the great supernatural beings of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm can turn clouds into rain with a flick of their wrists, far beyond what we Four Extremes cultivators can compare to."

"If you spare my life, I can pretend today's events never happened, and the Primordial Dragon Cave will not—"

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Ye Chen didn't let him finish speaking.

He simply extended his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently clenched them in the air.

The sky suddenly darkened.

A colossal demonic figure emerged from the clouds, towering into the sky, its body surging with dark light like a tide, its gaze as cold as a knife, overlooking the mountains and rivers below.

The strange phenomenon at Lun Hai!

The demonic figure's face was blurry, its features indistinct, but its eyes were exceptionally clear, with golden light flowing in its pupils, like two suns embedded in its eye sockets.

He stretched out one palm.

With five fingers that blot out the sky, he gently clenched his fist in the void, and a star was grasped in his palm.

It crushed along with the radiance surrounding that star, turning into countless fragments that fell from the sky like a meteor shower, both dazzling and poignant.

To pluck stars from the sky and grasp the moon.

The great demon leaned against the shattered mountain wall, looking up at the demonic shadow in the sky, his pupils shrinking to their maximum size.

His lips were trembling, his teeth were chattering, and he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

"This is----"

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, carrying a deep-seated fear, "You actually cultivated the phenomenon of the Sea of ​​Wheels—"

Ye Chen did not answer.

His hand slowly pressed down.

The demonic figure in the sky also raised its hand, and between its five fingers, one could vaguely see mountains and rivers hanging upside down and the sun and moon sinking, its imposing aura so heavy that it was suffocating.

The great demon felt an irresistible force pressing down from above, as if the entire sky was collapsing, compressing and crushing the space around him.

He wanted to escape, but his body wouldn't obey him, and he could only watch helplessly as that enormous, all-encompassing hand pressed down on him.

boom!

The mountains and rivers trembled, the earth cracked, and the entire valley shook under this palm strike.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun, and rubble flew in all directions, breaking countless ancient trees and creating deep craters in the ground.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a huge palm print appeared on the mountain wall, extending dozens of feet into the rock strata, with the palm lines clearly discernible.

In the center of the palm print, the great demon had vanished without a trace, leaving only a pool of dark red blood and a few broken scales embedded in the cracks of the rock, proving that a person had once stood there.

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, shifted his gaze from the palm print, and looked towards the northeast.

"I will personally visit your ancestral home in Changbai Mountain. I want to see what a true master of the Dragon Transformation Realm looks like."