Worship Me Like a God

Ye Wuchen, Yu Sheng, and Loulan Xue stared at the arrogant people below them, and martial arts fate whizzed around their bodies. Ye Wuchen held his sword tightly with his single arm, while Yu Sheng clenched his fists with demonic light flashing in his eyes.

Ye Futian, on the other hand, seemed to be very relaxed instead, as if he was not bothered at all. There was even a gentle, harmless smile on his face.

"In this case, please be careful then. Bye." After that, he retreated backward.

Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen both looked at him.

"Let's go," Ye Futian said and did not turn back. Then, Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen followed him. Loulan Xue scanned emotionlessly below her with her silver pupils, after which she caught up with Ye Futian with the Black Wind Condor. They actually really left the eighth level of the battlefield and returned to the seventh level.