Sword light surrounded Ye Xuan, fist force filled the sky. His eyes were icy, staring intently at the gray-haired old man, he said coldly, "Make your move!"
"Alright."
The old man with gray hair nodded expressionlessly, saying, "I shall aid Yuwen Huafang, and slay the demon Ye Xuan."
"Yes."
The formidable figures behind the old man stepped forward with a series of booms, their bodies glowing with radiant golden light, their power extraordinary.
"This battle was originally between me and Yuwen Huafang. Since you insist on interfering, I, Demon Ye, will do as I said and spare none of you!"
Ye Xuan's eyes were icy as he gathered his fist force, a Red Blood Sword appearing in his hand, its sharpness peerless.
"Kill."
The old man with gray hair let out a low angry roar.
"Boom boom boom!"
In an instant, the dozen formidable figures, all invincible Mahayana Realm experts, charged at Ye Xuan.
Yuwen Huafang was also among the crowd, also attacking Ye Xuan.
