Silence!
The vast secret realm, a place of deathly stillness.
Everyone gazed in shock at the youth standing with his hands behind his back.
One palm!
Just one palm strike, and the Sword Demon was vanquished!
What kind of power is this?
Even Zhan Tai Xuan, the Ten Thousand Corpses Ancestor, and Yan Wushuang had their pupils contract, their faces somewhat unsightly.
"Who just told me to get lost?"
Ye Qingchen looked around, his gaze sweeping across the sky.
Those Celestial Venerables who were earlier so aggressive, as if they would devour the heavens, did not dare make a sound at this moment, nor did they dare meet Ye Qingchen's eyes, many already considering retreat.
Even the Sword Demon couldn't withstand a single palm from this youth; what about them?
"Hmph!"
Seeing this scene, Zhan Tai Xuan snorted coldly.
