"Ahhh~~"
They had suffered an attack of Psychic Power.
Some of the weaker martial artists who had come to besiege Fire God Mountain clutched their heads and howled miserably.
Among them were quite a few Skyward Realm martial artists.
Their bodies fell straight from the sky like dumplings dropping into a pot.
"Is this... a god manifesting?"
"Back then, the Ninth Ancestor followed the Fire God away, leaving behind a prophecy: when our clan faces a crisis of life and death, a Divine Envoy will descend and save our clan from danger."
While many members of the Nine Revolutions Profound Ginseng clan were still stunned.
The clan elder seemed to recall something.
His shriveled hand gripping the cane trembled slightly.
His stooped body straightened a little.
His eyes filled with anticipation and hope.
Suddenly.
A sharp whistling sound approached from afar, and a young man clad in dark azure battle armor and holding a long spear appeared above Fire God Mountain.
He stood as straight as a spear, his aura as deep as an abyss and as imposing as a mountain!
"Today, all martial artists invading Fire God Mountain, I'll give you three breaths to get lost.
Otherwise, there will be no mercy!"
Ye Fan's voice was cold and domineering.
That earlier Psychic Power "attack" had already infuriated the martial artists who had come to encircle Fire God Mountain.
When they saw Ye Fan's face clearly, killing intent surged in their eyes.
Such a young martial artist actually dared to spout such arrogant nonsense here.
One man against hundreds or even thousands of martial experts!?
Did he not know the meaning of the word "death"?
And Ye Fan's domineering "get lost" was naturally not because he intended to spare these bandits invading Fire God Mountain.
He had received the grace