On Tianqin Peak, those thirty or so voices, with robes of different colors, kept dancing.
Under the golden sunlight, the aura was overwhelming, like divine light protecting them, a group of Church powerhouses appeared like immortals, inviolable.
Without Ye Qingfeng's appearance, the hearts of the crowd grew increasingly gloomy.
"Ye Kill God will definitely appear. Ever since his debut, he has been unrivaled in battle, dominating Huaxia. The surrounding countries of Huaxia all have legends about him. There's no way he'll run away!"
"Yes, I'm willing to believe in Ye Kill God, hoping he can lead us in battle!"
There are still people gritting their teeth and speaking. They are martial artists from Jiangdong, who once benefited from Ye Qingfeng.
"Haha, decayed and rotten, Ye Qingfeng is already doomed to die, and yet you still believe in him. Just wait for the power of the Church to invade Huaxia and suppress you all!"
"Idiots"
