The Yin Yang Saint Heir coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. A large foot had stepped on his chest, nearly crushing his body. What humiliation was this? Just as he made his move, he was directly stomped from the sky onto the ground.
His gaze was sinister, unable to utter a single word. He knew his position as a Saint Heir was over, and most likely his life wouldn't be spared either. Though he wished he could tear Ye Fan limb from limb, he could only harbor such thoughts, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Stop!"
A total of eighteen Saint Son Level figures had followed. Some of them shouted, each unleashing spiritual treasures forward. One of them shook a Purple Jade Bell, from which a Purple Phoenix flew out to attack.
Ye Fan used his fingers like a sword, stabbing upwards. PUFF! With a soft sound, the Purple Phoenix turned to ashes. Then he struck repeatedly, and all eight spiritual treasures shattered, turning into streams of light that vanished into the air.
