"Is it done?"
"Great, Zhao Wencheng is doomed this time!"
"Mr. Ye is indeed formidable!"
Seeing Ye Guichen's hundred swords pierce Zhao Wencheng like a porcupine, everyone shouted.
Some people were even so excited that they cried on the spot.
Especially Song Yanran.
She blinked her large eyes, staring intently at Ye Guichen, as if in an instant, this figure became extraordinarily tall.
Song Botong's eyes were bloodshot, clenching his fists tightly, he swung them twice vigorously: "Good! Excellent!"
Zuo Qiuyun glanced at Master Mo and sighed deeply: "Mr. Ye, truly worthy of being Mr. Ye!"
Everyone felt that Zhao Wencheng was sure to die this time.
Only Ye Guichen frowned tightly.
He controlled the hundred swords, although they had pierced Zhao Wencheng's heart.
However, that uneasy feeling did not disappear.
In fact, Ye Guichen faintly felt as if Zhao Wencheng was not dead.
"Withdraw!"
As Ye Guichen spoke, the hundred swords withdrew from Zhao Wencheng's body.
