At that instant, Liang You felt as though he had taken a trip through Ghost Gate Pass. One foot had already stepped through its gates, only to be dragged back by that shout at the threshold.
In that moment, Liang You felt an overwhelming urge to treat the person who had shouted "Stop!" as his reborn parent.
There was a great terror between life and death, one impossible to describe to anyone who had never experienced it.
When that terrifying Purple-gold sword light came cleaving down upon his head, he was truly dumbfounded.
With his cultivation at the ninth level of the Mystic Palace Realm, having lived to such an age and held the high position of Wind Patrol Envoy, he had seen countless experts and had even faced experts at the eighth or ninth level of the World King Realm.
Yet the terrifying sword intent within that Purple-gold sword light had turned his mind blank in an instant. At that time, he had only one thought—I'm definitely going to die today!
Sweat poured from his entire body like slurry. His heart seemed gripped tightly by someone's hand, pounding madly while his breathing became incomparably ragged.
The instant the sword light struck him, when the sword aura alone sliced into his scalp, Liang You shuddered violently—and wet his pants!
But that was not shameful!
Amid the great terror of life and death, merely wetting one's pants was already considered good.
Only after the words "Stop!" rang out and the sword light dispersed, after several breaths of stunned silence, did Liang You come back to himself. Once he did, his entire body looked as though he had been hauled out of water.
Seeing Ye Zhen step out from the entrance of the main hall, Liang You's heart jolted. "You're Ye... Ye