After Ye Chen Gui finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed towards Qiuming Mountain.
Qiuming Mountain hadn't understood what was happening yet but suddenly felt a piercing pain in his scalp.
Ye Guichen had unexpectedly ripped out a handful of his hair.
"Since they're your people, let them all die!"
With a wave of his hand.
The handful of hair scattered like countless sharp weapons toward the remaining enforcers of the Eternal Life Hall.
In just a moment, those people didn't even have time to react before the hair had penetrated their foreheads, and they fell heavily to the ground.
The entire scene was shocked once again.
Such a method was simply beyond comprehension.
Qiuming Mountain's pupils contracted; he couldn't be bothered to waste words with Ye Guichen and grabbed Pan Qiuxiang, throwing her towards Ye Guichen.
At the same time, his figure darted downward, seemingly into the ground, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"An escape technique?"
