"Don't make a move!"
The Undying Hall Master was shocked upon hearing this and suddenly realized it.
How could he forget? Ye Xuan dared to storm the Undying Heavenly Palace alone. He never cared about the Undying Heavenly Lord, so how would he not dare to kill a mere true disciple of the Heavenly Lord?
Crack!
"Ah!"
Ye Xuan's five fingers exploded with terrifying power. The immortal great power in his hand let out a miserable scream, and the bones in his neck made a strange noise.
"Stop, what do you want?" The Undying Hall Master shouted in panic.
"Ye Xuan, don't push us too far." The five immortals shouted angrily but dared not step forward to save him.
"Senior brothers, save me!"
Held by Ye Xuan's grip on the throat, the face of this immortal great power turned blue and purple. His cultivation was suppressed, and the blood from the wound in his chest and abdomen was still flowing. At this moment, he was miserably begging the Undying Hall Master and the others for help.
