Ye Donghe's voice, brimming with terrifying killing intent, still echoed through the hall.
A gaunt, shriveled figure suddenly rose to his feet.
His cheeks were waxen, his eye sockets sunken, and his hair sparse.
As he stood, a terrifying Emperor's aura swept through the hall like a bone-piercing cold current.
Ye Zishan, the Ink Dress Girl, and the others all changed expression.
Ye Jing!
An existence at the Profound Illumination Realm Early Stage from a branch of the Ghost Snake Race!
"At last, this is getting a little interesting."
A smile curled at Jiang Yingliu's lips.
Huang Yuanxiu said calmly, "Unfortunately, no matter how many Trump Cards he has, on the Ghost Snake Race's territory, he is destined to have no escape from death."
Yue Shi sighed inwardly.
He had already tried to dissuade Su Yi earlier, yet he had never expected the youth not only to ignore his advice, but to kill someone outright.
This had thoroughly enraged Ye Donghe.
Ye Jing was already moving.
His expression was wooden and he said nothing. With every step he took, sharp and terrifying killing intent locked firmly onto Su Yi.
That pressure alone was enough to make Spirit Wheel Realm cultivators of the world collapse.
When he was only three zhang away from Su Yi, Ye Jing suddenly stopped and spat out a single word:
"Die!"
His right hand rose like a blade and slashed across the air.
A streak of black blade qi abruptly appeared, like lightning from the Nine Netherworlds, filled with the unfathomable aura of Profound Path Law.
It was unbelievably fast!
All the Emperor Realm figures present immediately judged that, at this moment, no matter who acted, it was already too late to stop this terrifying strike.
The bloody sight of Su Yi being butchered on the