That was right. Ye Tian had heard the "Junior Brother He" mentioned by that bloodthirsty, heartless witch called Youth.
Ye Tian still felt somewhat nervous. Even though his disguise was flawless, he had witnessed the mystery of this "Junior Brother He." He was like a ghostly shadow.
Even now, within Ye Tian's perception, he still could not pinpoint the other party's existence. This fellow was like a shadow—you could see that he was there, yet he could vanish at any moment.
For a time, even beneath the blazing afternoon sun, Ye Tian felt a chill creeping down his spine.
A brilliant white flash swept before his eyes. In that instant, every thought in his mind stopped, and the entire world seemed to contain nothing but that terrifyingly white light.
After the white light faded, only four people remained standing: the one-armed Sect Master Li, Li Qingchen with his eyes closed, Ye Tian, and that mysterious youth. Everyone else had fainted.
Beside him, Ren Qiang's eyes were wide open. A neat bloody gash marked his chest, and he wore the expression of one who had died with grievances unfulfilled.
Ye Tian's throat bobbed as he struggled free from the sensation of having just been cast into a sea of blood in the Asura realm. He groaned unconsciously in his heart. What was that just now? Was that Saber Light? It was like a typhoon. Could human strength really achieve something like that?
The youth looked in surprise at Ye Tian and Li Qingchen, who were barely managing to remain upright. "You two aren't bad. Let's spar sometime when we have the chance."
The moment he finished speaking, Sect Master Li roared, "He Tai, how dare you kill my people just like that?"
He Tai widened his eyes and put on an