"Big Brother!"
The remaining Half-Saint Leader was startled, and in the moment of his distraction, a cold, gleaming sword had already been placed at his throat.
With a slight move, this sword could easily slice through his throat.
"You!"
The remaining Half-Saint Leader was terrified, never expecting to be subdued by Ye Xuan so easily. Ye Xuan had moved too fast; so fast that before they could even set up their formation, the battle had already ended.
Tang Xinlian, upon seeing the instant determination of victory and defeat, couldn't help but open her lips slightly in shock. Her beautiful eyes turned towards the tall figure suspended in midair. Ye Xuan was this formidable?
The dust gradually settled in the stone hall, yet the many gazes inside were full of astonishment at the spectacle: the one-eyed middle-aged man spitting blood in a sorry state, and another with a sword at his threat. Clearly, this scene had taken them by surprise.
"How can this be..."
