"Is it true or fake?"
Everyone in the crowd was simultaneously shocked and wide-eyed as they looked at that figure.
There they saw.
Ye Qingchen's feet rooted to the ground, with him at the center, everything in all directions was reduced to ashes, the sight was desolate! Yet, he remained unmoved!
For a moment, everyone was open-mouthed.
As they imagined, Ye Qingchen should have been annihilated under that Spring and Autumn Sword. How could he still be alive, and even block a sword powerful enough to shatter the world?
"How is this possible?" Han Buxiu's pupils contracted.
"Nothing is impossible!"
Ye Qingchen flicked his fingers and said casually:
"The 'Great Freedom Heaven-Trapping Sword' has three forms, and the one I just used was the Second Form: Shade of Heaven!"
