"How dare you kill someone from the Cyan Bird Clan?"
A sharp voice echoed through the night, followed by countless sword shadows, layered upon layers, falling upon Ye Qingzhou, pressing his shoulders down, nearly forcing him to his knees.
Ye Qingzhou's gaze hardened, his eyes slightly moved: "A mere feather so heavy as Mount Tai?"
Without a doubt, this technique of transforming void into reality can only be performed by a Martial Artist at the Martial Saint Realm.
But this did not trouble Ye Qingzhou. His feet stood firm, his figure erect, and soon the fallen feathers on him vanished, along with the power of mental imagery that had suppressed him.
Ye Qingzhou looked up at one of the palace-dressed women who had just spoken, and tossed Xu Jianming's head towards her: "You want it, here, have it."
"Hmm~ A rude person!"
