So-called sending a bell was, in truth, sending someone to their end!
Who could fail to understand that?
The great figures of the Ye Clan were all taken aback, finding it almost laughable.
A little bastard from the Azure Green Continent actually dared come knocking and make threats. He truly... did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth!
In the distance, the leading Python Robe Middle-Aged Man narrowed his eyes. He recognized the Netherworld Thunder Punishment Bell in Su Yi's hand.
Then he smiled. "Little fellow, there is no need to hurry if you wish to die. Let me ask you—"
Before he could finish, Su Yi flicked his sleeve.
In the distance, the Python Robe Middle-Aged Man's body exploded. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, dyeing that stretch of sky red.
This sudden, bloody scene made the other great figures change expression. Their hearts shook violently in fright.
"A mere Spirit Wheel Realm cultivator is not qualified to speak with me."
Su Yi spoke calmly.
His blue robe snapped in the wind, and beneath the daylight, his tall, upright figure appeared all the more detached and transcendent.
"Damn it! He killed the Great Elder!"
"How could that little bastard be so powerful?"
On Kunwu Mountain, the Ye Clan members erupted into an uproar. Voices of shock and fury rose everywhere, all of them provoked by that bloody sight.
The Python Robe Middle-Aged Man was the Ye Clan's Great Elder. He possessed Spirit Wheel Realm Great Perfection cultivation and stood just below the Emperor Realm, holding immense authority and status.
Yet now, he had been killed with a single strike!
Who would not be shocked? Who would not be enraged?
"Of course, none of you are qualified either. You are too weak."
Su Yi looked calm as