Terrifying Blade Qi

The force of suppression was truly terrifying. The moment it touched him, it had already surpassed Ye Qiu's limit.

His body could not stop trembling, growing increasingly violent like a withered leaf swaying in the wind. At the same time, more and more blood gushed out.

As the blood increased and his trembling worsened, crackling sounds continuously rang out from all over his body.

His bones were grinding against one another madly.

It was as though a massive millstone were rolling back and forth across his body, intent on grinding him completely into powder.

Those piercing, distinct sounds reached the ears of the people behind him, making Chen Chi and Wen Ning instantly tense, their scalps going numb.

Feng Changsheng narrowed his eyes.

Then he shook his head.

Sure enough, it was impossible!

This place was strange and terrifying. In the Upper Realm, no one had yet managed to successfully draw the blade.

And Ye Qiu's earlier claim that it would be effortless was clearly an exaggeration.

Going by the current situation, it was not merely exaggeration. He had simply been spouting nonsense.

He was not even qualified to climb this mountain!

Compared to Feng Changsheng, or even compared to those people who had died several days ago, he was vastly inferior.

Boom—

Yet just as that thought settled in his mind, another roar erupted. The trembling Ye Qiu raised his foot.

Then he brought it down heavily.

He ascended the mountain!

Boom—

His body trembled even more violently. Blood was now spraying from his body, condensing into a bloody mist around him.

"Come down. Don't force yourself." Feng Changsheng looked over, shaking his head even more firmly as he spoke.

Yet the slight regard he had previously held for Ye Qiu vanished instantly from his eyes.

Four words... nothing