Hearing the Old Man's words, the group finally fell silent again. No one spoke, and no one knew what they were thinking.
Wang Ye had already launched his second charge.
His target was equally clear: another Bodhisattva.
"Save me!"
The Bodhisattva could not help letting out a shrill cry. She was actually a woman. Normally, her voice had always been a hoarse, deep male voice.
But at this point, she could no longer worry about that.
"Wang Ye, killing people right in front of us—do you really take us for decorations?"
"Young people these days are far too arrogant!"
One of the immortals snorted coldly and rushed forward. A golden halberd appeared in his hand, radiating a soul-chilling cold gleam.
But what he had not expected was that Wang Ye did not bother with his attack at all. His eyes seemed fixed solely on that Bodhisattva. In the blink of an eye, the Bodhisattva died on the spot, while a savage wound appeared on Wang Ye's body.
Wang Ye looked at the man with slightly reddened eyes.
For some reason, the moment the man met Wang Ye's gaze, a chill ran through his body for no reason at all. He instinctively retreated wildly, giving up the hard-won chance to strike.
Wang Ye gave a mocking smile and attacked again.
This time, his target was the person not far away who was recovering from his injuries and had been watching the spectacle the entire time.
He was also the one who had initially blocked Wang Ye's blade shadow and caused one of Wang Ye's fingers to break.
"Stop him!"
The Old Man spoke quickly. He knew that after Wang Ye had killed two Bodhisattvas in succession, if he allowed Wang Ye to continue killing now, morale would completely collapse.
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