"Clang!"
In that instant.
Sword Qi soared to the heavens.
It was a dazzling sword light that defied description, like a streak of silver lightning slicing through the night sky, roaring out, making it nearly impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open at that moment.
With a sword in hand.
Ye Qingchen's aura suddenly transformed.
Crash!
An overwhelming gust of wind seemed to blow in from the ancient wilds, a terrifying sword force swept across a hundred feet in an instant, causing countless specks of dust to whirl upwards.
"Great Wind Style!"
Ye Qingchen stomped his foot, and his entire being shot out like a bolt.
Crackle!
Everywhere he passed.
The surrounding area erupted with a sharp cracking noise, swiftly slicing through as if with light, directly tearing apart the incoming attacks which dissipated into thin air.
Nothing remained unsliced in his path.
"Not good!"
Seeing this, everyone turned pale with shock.
They all fled haphazardly.
