Faced with the Flame Saint Dragon's provocation, Ye Qingcheng knew full well that she had come to the Saint Dragon Ancestral Land to make the Saint Dragon clan yield and submit.
Not to reason with them.
Xiao Jian's attempts to persuade them had accomplished nothing.
Since that was the case, Ye Qingcheng felt there was no need to waste any more words.
Since they revered strength above all, it was simple: she would use a powerhouse's methods to convince them, heart and soul.
She spread her fingers, and the sword shot into the sky.
Xiao He instinctively followed it with his gaze.
The sword had already vanished, flying beyond his field of vision.
Was she so frightened she couldn't even hold on to her weapon?
That was what Xiao He thought.
Yet when his gaze returned to Ye Qingcheng's face, he saw not the slightest trace of fear.
Boom!
Just as he was about to speak, a heavy crash sounded behind him.
The earth shook and the mountains trembled. The force surging up through his feet told him just how violent the impact had been.
"..." Xiao He and the others slowly turned to look. The Flame Saint Dragon, who had been so insufferably arrogant and intended to toy with Ye Qingcheng in the palm of his hand, was now pinned ruthlessly to the ground, unable to move.
A sword hovered in the air just above the Flame Saint Dragon's head, mere inches away.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Sword force rippled outward like waves, layer upon layer.
Such immense sword force left Xiao He no longer daring to underestimate Ye Qingcheng.
At the very least, none of the Human Race's sword cultivators he had seen could compare to her.
*Where on earth did that fellow Xiao Jian bring back such a