In the end, the only person left from the Dongzheng Court's forces was their king-class leader, who stood alone and disheveled in the wind. He knew Ye Fan was strong, but he never imagined he could be this terrifying.
At that moment, he drew his weapon, a blade specially forged by the Dongzheng Court. He shouted at Ye Fan, "Kid, from this moment on, you are a sworn enemy of the Dongzheng Emperor, and he will personally pass judgment upon you!"
"Is that so? If he dares to act so recklessly in the Divine Land, I'll make sure he never returns!" Ye Fan retorted disdainfully.
"You're courting death!" the leader roared, charging at Ye Fan.
Under the moonlight, Ye Fan swung his Yuanhong Sword. The entire motion took less than five seconds, a testament to his incredible speed. Instantly, the weapon in the king-class leader's hand shattered. Overcome with pain, he dropped to one knee, struggling to look up at Ye Fan.
"Still feeling so bold?" Ye Fan asked.
