A few stray locks of hair hung over Ye Gucheng's brow, adding a touch more handsomeness to him.
"Ye Gucheng, a Sword Saint of his generation, a saint of the sword path, blessed with the potential of a True Immortal. To face you in battle is both our honor and our respect for you."
The blood-robed man standing at the center spoke blandly. The three of them stood in three different positions, surrounding Ye Gucheng as faint killing intent spread outward.
The ordinary street suddenly gained an air of grim slaughter.
Ye Lin stood at a distance with his arms folded, watching. These three blood-robed men were all peak Earth Immortals, immensely powerful. He would struggle even against one of them.
Let alone three at once. He wanted to see how Ye Gucheng would deal with them.
"Thank you."
At those words, a flicker seemed to pass through Ye Gucheng's eyes.
"Kill."
With that cry, the three blood-robed men moved at once. They attacked from three directions: one aimed for his head, one for his chest, while the third sealed off Ye Gucheng's retreat.
Ye Gucheng had now fallen into a certain-kill situation. Front, sides, and rear—all routes had been sealed.
If an ordinary peak Earth Immortal cultivator encountered this, they would either retreat or advance in order to retreat.
"Not bad. Since you've shown me such respect, I'll grant you a dignified end."
Ye Gucheng's eyes were cold, as though this was not a deadly trap at all, but children playing house.
He merely raised an arm and lightly tapped with the fingertips of his right hand. A dazzling streak of Sword Qi burst forth, and a storm of Sword Qi abruptly swept through the tranquil street.
Ye Gucheng stood within the Sword Qi storm. At some point, his