Ye Chennan and the others paid no heed to Yan Yutong's words.
They treated them as a joke.
How could anyone casually meddle in a clash between Great Emperors?
The mere aftershocks they unleashed could kill a Martial Saint, or even a Human Immortal, on the spot.
For Ye Chennan and his two companions, misfortune had turned into a blessing. The cage the man had formed from spiritual qi protected them, blocking most of the Emperor's Might.
With their own strength and protective qi, they could easily cancel out the remainder.
Without that cage absorbing the force, not even their bones would have remained by now.
Watching the changes sweeping through heaven and earth, they could readily tell that a battle of this caliber was far beyond anything someone at their cultivation realm had the right to join.
This was truly a clash of immortals. All they could do was stare helplessly and watch.
Thus, to Ye Chennan and his companions, Yan Yutong's decision to enter the fray was no different from courting death.
The male disciple found it a terrible shame that such an exquisite beauty was about to perish.
He had coveted Yan Yutong from the very first moment he saw her.
He had originally thought his junior sister was exceptionally beautiful, but beside Yan Yutong, she was utterly crushed in an instant, her score slashed in half.
For such a fragrant blossom to wither just like that-what a shame, what a shame!
"Junior Sister Yan, please lend me your aid and slay this man!"
Li Liushui had no intention of putting on a show of strength. He knew continuing like this would only waste time.
If he could join forces with Yan Yutong to destroy their enemy, gain combat experience together, and share the glory, why wouldn't