Above the Ye family villa in Lin City, Tiannan, countless people from Shang Santian rushed out. When they looked up, their expressions changed.
A large group of people stood in the sky above them. A torrential baleful aura surged out from their bodies. It was as if it was real, causing the entire region to freeze.
When the peak-stage martial venerable who was responsible for guarding this place flew out and looked at the group of people in the sky, his eyes were filled with extreme shock. He could feel the killing intent, the extreme killing intent.
What shocked him the most was not the 20 or 30 people in the air, but the young man in black at the front of the group.
It was that young man who scared him out of his wits.
"M-Mad Southern Ye?!"
The peak-stage martial venerable took a deep breath in and glared at Ye Chen who was in the sky, "A-Aren't you dead?!"
He could not believe his eyes!