As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Lin struck out with a palm.
As the palm attack came forth, Yang Chen's eyes shifted, and he immediately saw through its origins.
"So you're from Qingyu Gate." Yang Chen understood a little more.
The palm technique Cheng Lin had used was none other than the third form of the Four Forms of Samsara Hand Seals—the Freedom Hand Seal.
Yang Chen knew the power of the Freedom Hand Seal very well. Precisely because he knew it, he knew what method could keep it at bay.
He raised his hand, and a great mass of Triple Flames surged up from below, swiftly forming a wall that effortlessly blocked the Freedom Hand Seal.
Even when he had been in the Body Integration Realm, he had relied on his overwhelming strength to block the Freedom Hand Seal wielded by Qingyu Gate's top genius. Now that he had reached the Demigod Stage, blocking it was even easier.
Of course, as one of the Twelve Earthly Fiends, Cheng Lin's methods were undoubtedly far superior to Zhang Fu's. But Yang Chen was also more than twice as strong as when he had dealt with Zhang Fu.
Seeing Yang Chen defend against his technique so casually, Cheng Lin would have been lying if he said he was not surprised. He shouted, "This brat has some tricks. I don't want to waste too many methods on him. You all join in too!"
The Demigod Stage cultivators beside him naturally did not hesitate. They all sprang into action, already moving to surround Yang Chen as they leaped into the air.
Zhang Min and Yin Yu were somewhat flustered. They cried out, "Young Master Yang, they outnumber us. We should leave first."
"No need." Yang Chen stomped his foot, and Netherworld Ghostflame immediately