"What do you guys think, how long will it take for Uncle-Master to deal with that guy?"
"Thirty breaths."
"Are you one of our Taiyi Divine Sect or Ye Fentian's people, thirty breaths? What a joke."
"Ten breaths!"
"I think it'll be no more than five breaths, Ye Fentian is bound to be defeated."
The disciples of Taiyi Divine Sect were placing bets. Li Shengyi did not partake, and as he recovered, he slowly opened his eyes, observing the light barrier. Apparently, Ye Qiu had prepared a formation.
Recalling earlier, when Ye Qiu fought him, he didn't even use this formation. Did he think he could defeat him without it?
"Ye Fentian, your soul attack works against me, but facing Uncle-Master, even with soul attacks aided by formation, you cannot win. A true Saint is tenfold, hundredfold more terrifying than you imagine," Li Shengyi murmured as he continued healing his injuries.
