Who said I was dead!
These words fell lightly in the arena, echoing in everyone's ears like a thunderclap!
Swish!
Everyone turned their incredulous eyes in the direction of the voice.
They saw.
Amidst the swirling dust, a silhouette appeared. That figure stood there, like an ancient statue impervious to the ages, unshakable.
A gentle breeze swept through, revealing a figure in azure clothing, standing with hands behind his back, his cold eyes like those of a Demon God.
Who else could it be but Ye Qingchen?
"How is this possible? He is actually not dead!"
"Twenty-seven Celestial Venerables combined their power for a strike, yet not only is he unharmed, he instantly killed Yang Xuan Gan?"
"This is truly terrifying... That strike just now would leave even a Celestial Venerable in pieces, yet he is unscathed. What kind of power is this? How is this possible?"
"A single sword, and Yang Xuan Gan is dead?"
