"Screech!"
Under the force of the sword wind, the entire valley seemed to be torn apart. A long sword mark flipped and swept from under Lin Tianlai's feet, directly blasting towards Ye Qingchen!
Even from a considerable distance, everyone could feel the Sword Qi rushing towards them, slicing their faces with pain!
"With Wu Xingyun and Tuoba Ye not present, they are the top existence! No one can contend with him!"
Feeling this strike.
The numerous Celestial Venerables in the field felt utterly shocked.
And Lin Tianlai's face already bore a sinister smile, ready to cleave this disrespectful fellow in half with one blow.
Tang Lifei toyed with his flying knives, full of disdain, seemingly mocking Ye Qingchen for seeking his own death. In the field, neither Sun Wuming, He Zhiyuan, nor Sea of Jiang even glanced at Ye Qingchen; all of their attention was focused on the Golden Bell.
To them, this young man was completely unworthy of their consideration, much less their adversary.
