Ye Qingtian's lips curled into a cold smile as he suddenly began his assault, his steps mysterious, dodging the countless incoming bullets.
He abruptly appeared in front of the mercenaries, his hands transformed into divine weapons, striking towards these mercenaries.
In a matter of moments, the entire mountain and field were strewn with mercenary corpses.
The three major leaders, including Blood Wolf, were already numb. Faced with the bloody scene, they ultimately chose to commit suicide.
"No! It's too terrifying! I won't kill him!"
The martial artists ambushing on the hillside were terrified upon seeing such a Ye Qingtian, as if death itself had descended, completely shattering their mental defenses.
It's no exaggeration to say that the Samurai Spirit of most martial artists was forcefully crushed!
Collapsed!
Utterly collapsed!
Facing Ye Xiaoyao, who seemed impossible to kill, these martial artists crumbled, fleeing in all directions in fear.
