"Hahahahahahaha...
You bastard, now you know how badass I am! Go repent in hell! I'll hack you to death!"
Ye Qingxuan looked utterly crazed as he kept commanding his Demon God Body to slash at the ruins where Ying Ming Hao lay, seemingly unwilling to stop until he had minced him into pulp.
As his hands danced, peerlessly fierce Sword Qi poured out like a raging storm. Every slash carried boundless killing intent and ruthless resolve, as though he meant to dismember his opponent, grind his bones to dust, and scatter his ashes.
Yun Qingyi, Liu Jingyuan, and the others watching from the sidelines all frowned deeply, their faces full of worry.
Although they did not believe Ying Ming Hao would die so miserably at Ye Qingxuan's hands, the situation before them was simply too perilous for them not to worry.
However, only after Ye Qingxuan had continued his frenzied bombardment for over ten minutes did he finally stop.
He gasped for breath, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He was clearly exhausted.
After all, driving the Demon God Body at full power caused tremendous backlash. On top of that, the secret art he had used earlier had reached its time limit, making his physical condition deteriorate rapidly until he was almost a lamp with its oil run dry.
As Ye Qingxuan stopped attacking, the dust hanging in the air gradually dispersed.
Everyone widened their eyes and stared intently at the scene, inwardly wondering how this fierce battle would end.
Many younger disciples had already decided that Ying Ming Hao was undoubtedly dead, and Ye Qingxuan himself thought the same.
"Hehehehehe...
You're still too green to fight me! You brought death on yourself. Serves you right!
Hehehehehehe..."
When the billowing dust cleared completely and Ying Ming Hao was