Previously.
Ye Qingchen hadn't been using his full strength all along.
Firstly, he wanted to gauge the overall strength of the Spirit Coffin Sect through these five people.
Secondly, he intended to use these five as a whetstone to sharpen himself.
Now.
His goal had been achieved, so naturally he no longer held back.
Once Ye Qingchen went all out, just how terrifying he could be was immediately seen by everyone.
"Zheng!"
In the void.
The Sword Qi was awe-inspiring.
Ye Qingchen raised his hand, and a long sword appeared in his palm. This sword was none other than the Netherworld Sword. After the battle in Abyssal Valley, the sword was full of cracks, seemingly ready to shatter at any moment.
Even.
The Spiritual Qi on the sword had vanished.
However.
This mottled sword, held in Ye Qingchen's hand, suddenly shone dazzlingly like a bright moon in the sky, impossible to look at directly with the naked eye.
"Sizzle!"
