"Hmph, this damn arrogant punk is finally going to die!"
The disciples of Zhenyuan Palace sneered one after another, while the two elders, Gao Lin, were also sullen, believing that Ye Chen was no match for Hua Baomin.
After all, no matter how strong Ye Chen's talent or how extraordinary his bloodline was, he was just a martial artist in the Heavenly God Realm. How could he defeat Hua Baomin, who was second only to a Venerable Immortal like Feng Yusi?
Just when the two of Gao Lin were despairing over Ye Chen's situation, Hua Baomin, wielding the Sky-Slicing Sword, descended before Ye Chen.
As the Sky-Slicing Sword was about to strike Ye Chen, Ye Chen suddenly glared at Hua Baomin.
"Buzz!"
