Ximen Qingyan was well aware of the terrifying power of Ye Qing, and also knew that if she provoked him, there would be no good results.
To be on the safe side, she deliberately withheld her admiration and waited for a whole year.
The year of silence made Ximen Qingyan firmly believe that Ye Qing was either dead or seriously injured and would never recover again in this life.
Because of his patience for a whole year, Ximen Qingyan mustered up the courage to gather the kings of the major ASEAN dynasties here today to force Chu Yao into the palace and control the entire ASEAN.
However, Ximen Qingyan never thought of it.
Not only was Ye Qing not seriously injured, he also broke through his shackles and became an immortal.
Chu Yao’s explanations to the outside world are all true.
In the past year, there has been no news from Ye Qingyao. He is really just in retreat.
The ASEAN members who had just participated in the forced abortion were all pale-faced and felt extremely regretful in their hearts.
Had they known that Ye Qing was still alive, they would never have done such nonsense.
Originally, their dynasties could all be protected by an immortal.
But they themselves did not restrain their ambitions and made this choice.
Now, they have to face the wrath of the immortals.
Mo Kuangzi cupped his hands and clasped his fists, shouted loudly, "Master of the Confucian Temple, welcome the immortal to come!"
"Master Mo, there is no need to be so polite."
Ye Qing smiled faintly, and with just a thought, Kuangzi Mo stood up involuntarily.
"I'm still the same person I used to be. You and I are close friends who have an irreversible relationship. Why bother with these red tapes?"
"Let Ye handle some family matters first and then talk to the master of the Mo Temple about the past." Too late.”
After saying that, Ye Qing stepped forward slowly and glanced at the people in front of him.
There was no anger or mockery in his eyes.
Instead, it is always as calm as dead water, without any emotion or waves.
"Ye...Ye Huang..."
Gongsun Wuji was trembling all over and fell to his knees with a plop.
On the other hand, Ximen Qingyan seemed to have anticipated her own ending.
At this time, he didn’t even have the thought of kneeling down to beg for mercy. He stood motionless, his face ashen and desperate.
Half of the ASEAN members behind him knelt on the ground with a plop.
"Emperor Ye, we...we don't want to rebel."
"No, we were just confused for a moment, please forgive me, leader!"
There is no kneeling left. Some of the people below were indeed not involved in the rebellion.
There are others who just stood relatively far back and made relatively small noises, which did not attract too many people’s attention.
At this moment, I forced myself to stand here calmly, trying to muddle through.
However, in front of Ye Qing's immortal eyes, everyone's inner calculations have no way to hide.
“It doesn’t matter whether you are confused or treasonous.”
Ye Qing smiled lightly and said, “Since you have chosen this path, you must bear the consequences yourself. "
"Have a good reincarnation and see you in the next life."
After saying that, Ye Qing slowly raised the Six-Path Staff in his hand and touched it lightly to the ground.
The next second, except for the four or five monarchs and clan leaders who had always firmly supported Chu Yao, all other members who had just participated in the rebellion, whether standing or kneeling, were all turned into powder and disappeared into ashes.
This is the powerful power possessed by immortals.
In other words, privilege.
The current Ye Qing, in addition to being a strong man at the level of the Four Emperors, might be able to compete with him a few times.
To deal with other human races, there is no need to draw the sword.
Just a thought can be extinguished with a snap of the finger.
Seeing that he had spent more than half a year running around to contact his allies, they were all wiped out by Ye Qing in an instant.
Gongsun Wuji's face turned pale as a sheet, and his whole body was shaking violently. "Ye Qing, you...you..."
"And you."
Ye Qing looked at Gongsun Wuji, his eyes still as cold as ice.
“The conspirator who has coveted ASEAN for the longest time is you.”
“You not only intend to force my wife to abdicate, but also incite my fellow ASEAN members.”
"So, I don't plan to give you the chance to reincarnate."
"Go to the Eighteenth Level of Hell and accept your guilt."
Ye Qing held the six-path staff on the ground with one hand, and raised it slowly with the other hand, holding his thumb and middle finger together.
Gongsun Wuji's fear reached its extreme, turning into endless anger.
Waving his hand, he waved a murderous long knife and rushed towards Ye Qing desperately.
“I don’t care if you are a Ye Emperor or an immortal!”
"If you want to kill me, I will take your life first!"
"Go to hell!"
Gongsun Wuji jumped up high, intending to kill him directly with the big knife in his hand. Ye Qing split it into two pieces.
Ye Qing, however, stood still where he was, his expression not changing at all.
The moment he saw Gongsun Wuji's blade was about to touch him.
Ye Qing finally took his time and slowly snapped his fingers.
"Pap."
A crisp sound reached everyone's ears.
The next second, Gongsun Wuji, along with his sword, was instantly wiped out.
The difference is that just after those ASEAN members were crushed and killed, the feather-like three souls and seven souls floated out of the body, and Ye Qing allowed them to float away and be reincarnated.
Gongsun Wuji's three souls and seven souls were directly destroyed and annihilated together with his body.
I will become a lonely ghost forever, with no chance of reincarnation.
Watching Ye Qing casually annihilate all those who started the rebellion and those who participated in the rebellion.
Chu Yao, who was sitting on the throne, was stunned, her mouth grew into an "O" shape, and she felt deeply unbelievable.
My former husband could also kill all these people.
However, it is not at the same level as the power he is showing now.
In the past, no matter how powerful Ye Qing was, he would always be in a state of killing when fighting the enemy.
But at this moment, Ye Qing was killing these people with such grace and ease that it didn't look like he was killing people at all.
It's more like... dusting off a little bit of dust from the body.
“Is this the power of immortals?”
Mo Kuangzi's eyes kept showing shock and admiration, and he clenched his fists excitedly.
Although he is the master of the Confucian Temple, he has experienced the world and is knowledgeable about the past and the present.
But it was the first time in his life to see an immortal with his own eyes.
The power of the immortal made Mo Kuangzi have no idea of challenging or competing with him. He only felt the respect and admiration from the heart.
Even the founder of the Confucian Temple, the Confucian sage who saved the common people countless times in the past, is probably nothing more than this.
"And - you."
Ye Qing turned around slowly and looked at Ximen Qingyan at the end.
His expression has been as calm as water and as cold as ice.
Ximen Qingyan was silent for a while, and forced a bitter smile.
"Can you forgive Linglong Holy Land? Emperor Ye, this matter has nothing to do with Linglong Holy Land." (End of Chapter)