Chapter 1673: Oh, impulsive!
Ye Chen's "too late" scared the Black-Faced Leopard King out of his wits!
He almost subconsciously took several steps back, then suddenly turned around and ran towards the foot of the mountain desperately.
He had just witnessed Ye Chen's methods when he killed the Golden-Haired Lion King.
A pebble could take the life of a six-star martial artist.
If he didn't run again, he would probably repeat the same mistakes as the Golden-Haired Lion King.
However, just as he turned around and hadn't run two steps, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and then the whole person lost all consciousness.
The Black-Faced Leopard King died very simply, losing his life almost in the blink of an eye, so he didn't suffer any pain.
However, in the eyes of other soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front, the Black-Faced Leopard King's death was too miserable!
Ye Chen used a pebble to pierce through his brain.
What was even more miserable was that the pebble shot in from the back of his head and blasted out from his face, blasting a blood hole the size of a fist in the middle of his face!
His nose was gone, and his eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets by the huge force of the pebble!
At this moment, everyone in the Cataclysmic Front was completely shocked by Ye Chen!
The four great battle kings of the Cataclysmic Front had originally lost one in the Middle East, and now one was abolished and two were dead!
Up to now, the four great battle kings of the Cataclysmic Front had all fallen.
Among the remaining people, except for Wan Pojun, the strongest was only a five-star general. How could they be Ye Chen's opponent?
Ye Chen looked at the group of panicked soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front at this time and said coldly: "All of you have practiced martial arts for many years to have your current cultivation. If you don't want your hard work of so many years to be destroyed, all of you retreat one step!"
As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, nearly a hundred people retreated backwards almost without hesitation.
The only one who didn't move was Wan Pojun.
Wan Pojun didn't expect that the Cataclysmic Front he had built with his own hands and the core layer he had built with his own hands would fall apart like this.
At this time, Ye Chen looked at the eight soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front who were carrying the coffins and said coldly: "You guys, put down the coffins and retreat another step!"
Upon hearing this, these eight people immediately put the coffins of Wan Pojun's parents on the ground and honestly retreated backwards.
In front of the Cataclysmic Front's formation, only Wan Pojun was left.
Ye Chen raised his eyes, looked at Wan Pojun, and asked him: "When you came to Mount Ye Ling with gongs and drums today, did you ever think that things would turn into this situation?"
Wan Pojun was extremely dejected and smiled miserably: "Skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say."
Ye Chen sneered: "You might not know that I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Wan Pojun looked up at Ye Chen and asked suspiciously: "What do you mean by this?"
Ye Chen smiled and said: "I brought two people to Yanjing the night before last. You know both of them. Next, I will let you see them one by one."
Just when Wan Pojun didn't know what Ye Chen meant by these words, Ye Chen turned his head to look at He Hongsheng and said: "Old Master He, the younger one kneeling in front of my parents' grave can be brought over."
"Okay!" He Hongsheng knew that the younger one Ye Chen mentioned was Chen Zhonglei, whom Ye Chen had brought back from the Middle East.
So, he personally walked to the front of Ye Chen's parents' spirits and pulled Chen Zhonglei, who was wearing a black cloth bag over his head, to Ye Chen's side, and said respectfully: "Mr. Ye, the person is brought over."
Ye Chen nodded, looked at Wan Pojun, and asked with a smile: "Hall Master Wan, do you know who this is?"
Wan Pojun looked blank.
How could he know who this person with a black hood over his head was?
He didn't have X-ray vision either.
Moreover, Chen Zhonglei's own consciousness had long been sealed by Ye Chen, and Wan Pojun couldn't even feel any ability of his cultivation.
So, he looked at Ye Chen and asked: "Who on earth is this person?"
Ye Chen sneered: "What? You can't recognize your own capable general even when his face is covered?"
Wan Pojun was even more confused.
Although Ye Chen had already hinted that he was his capable general, he couldn't think of Chen Zhonglei at all.
Because, in the personal cognition of all the soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front, Chen Zhonglei must be in the Middle East and could not be in China.
Seeing his surprised expression, Ye Chen sneered and pulled the black cloth bag off Chen Zhonglei's head.
When Wan Pojun and other soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front saw Chen Zhonglei's face, everyone's expressions immediately became extremely horrified.
No one could believe that Chen Zhonglei, who had been missing for many days, was actually in Ye Chen's hands.
Wan Pojun asked subconsciously: "Zhonglei... you... how could you be here?!"
Chen Zhonglei stood silently in place at this time, like a fool, his eyes also in a state of being out of focus, as if he couldn't hear Wan Pojun's voice at all.
Wan Pojun didn't know what had happened to Chen Zhonglei, but seeing him so dull, he also realized that things might be a bit beyond his imagination, so he hurriedly asked again: "Zhonglei! Don't you recognize me anymore?!"
Chen Zhonglei still had no response.
Ye Chen smiled slightly at this time and said: "Forgot to tell you, Chen Zhonglei's own consciousness has been sealed in his body by me. Now he is no longer the him you are familiar with. Now he is just a puppet of mine."
Wan Pojun and other soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front were all stunned.
Sealing a person's consciousness in their body, they had never heard of such a thing!
Wan Pojun didn't believe that Ye Chen could have such magical powers. This kind of method was simply unbelievable.
Seeing that they couldn't understand, Ye Chen pointed to Lu Haotian, who was kneeling on the ground, and said to Chen Zhonglei: "Give him a slap!"
Chen Zhonglei rushed up without thinking, grabbed Lu Haotian's collar, and slapped him several times, slapping Lu Haotian until he screamed.
Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction and said: "Okay, stop."
Chen Zhonglei then stopped his movements and returned to Ye Chen's side.
Wan Pojun was stunned, completely not understanding what method Ye Chen used to make Chen Zhonglei become like this.
Seeing his puzzled expression, Ye Chen patted Chen Zhonglei on the shoulder gently and smiled: "Come, I'll give you a minute of freedom to speak. Say whatever you want to say loudly!"
Although Chen Zhonglei's consciousness had been sealed, his consciousness could still receive all the sensory information of his body.
He was very clear about everything that happened around him during this period, and he was also very clear about Wan Pojun leading the brothers to kill their way to Mount Ye Ling.
Even just now, when he was kneeling in front of Ye Chen's parents' spirits, although he couldn't see this scene with his own eyes, he guessed the general idea of what happened just now through the sound.
However, his reception of external information was one-way. Except for receiving external information transmitted by his body's senses, he couldn't control his body to make any reaction, even if it was just blinking his eyelids.
The moment Ye Chen patted his shoulder just now, his consciousness finally merged with his body again. This long-lost feeling was like a vegetable who had been asleep for many years finally waking up, and he burst into tears in an instant.
Immediately after, he looked at Wan Pojun, his emotions collapsed instantly, and he cried bitterly and begged: "Hall Master... please find a way to save me, or... or kill me immediately... this feeling of consciousness being imprisoned in the body is more terrifying and desperate than the eighteenth level of hell!!"
"It is truly... life! worse! than! death! ah!!!" ===== CHAPTER 1674 =====
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