Ye Chen's Terror

The secret chamber was perfectly square, a thousand meters in length, width, and height. At its center, Ye Chen and the Undying Devil Young Master faced off.

The Undying Devil Young Master was very tall, well over 1.9 meters. Standing there, he resembled a spear, his black hair like a black banner snapping wildly in the wind.

"You're very unfortunate!"

The Undying Devil Young Master curled his lips.

"How am I unfortunate?"

Ye Chen asked.

"Meeting me is your misfortune." In the Undying Devil Young Master's heart, he had already regarded Lan Shanmei as his forbidden possession. He would not allow Lan Shanmei to have any male friends who were even remotely close to her. Ye Chen had violated his greatest taboo, the same as touching his reverse scale.

"That can be said the other way around too."

Ye Chen replied blandly.

"There's no use talking tough now. In a moment, even if you want to be hard, you won't be able to."

"Ha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Undying Devil Young Master gave a fierce shout. A violent, domineering Momentum swept out like fog, like ink, stirring the airflow within the chamber into spiraling vortices. At the center of the airflow, the Undying Devil Young Master abruptly raised his True Essence and struck out with his palm. His palm force transformed into a towering tsunami, blasting toward Ye Chen with vast, surging might.

Turbid World Devil Palm!

"Eh? The Undying Devil Young Master is actually using a palm technique. Strange!"

"Looks like the Undying Devil Young Master has other plans. Perhaps he thinks Ye Chen isn't worthy of making him use his fist technique."

In the past, the Undying Devil Young Master had never used palm techniques when fighting others. His exception this time left everyone slightly