Stopping Shang Santian from Returning to Their Scabbard!

Duan Xing shuddered and begged, "No, don't kill me. Mad Southern Ye, spare my insignificant life. I'm willing to be your dog…"

At that moment, he finally realized the gap between him and Ye Chen. Even a pseudo emperor might not be his match, let alone a high-level martial venerable.

"Sorry, you're worse than a dog!"

Ye Chen flicked his finger. A fingerprint condensed in the air and pierced through his head.

Eventually, Duan Xing's pupils shrunk at the last bit of fear, and his body collapsed.

From the moment Ye Chen entered until Duan Xing died, the entire process was completed in the blink of an eye.

When Han Qinhu and the rest came to their senses, they looked at Ye Chen with extreme passion.

"Supreme Ye!"

"Supreme Ye!"

"Supreme Ye!"

Everyone, including Han Qinhu, was shouting Ye Chen's name maniacally. Everyone's faces were red as they felt their blood boiling.