Ye Chen looked at the stone tower 100 meters away.
A majestic killing intent was exuded from his body. It spread toward the stone tower like an ocean wave.
As soon as he was done speaking, the crowd looked at where the stone tower was immediately. Many Martial Alliance disciples were stunned at first. Then, they seemed passionate after seemin to recall something.
Ye Wushuang raised his brows lightly as a chill flashed through his eyes.
After a moment of silence, a calm voice came out of the stone tower, "Mad Southern Ye? Don't you think whatever you've done today has crossed the line?"
The voice was as gentle as a stream but as majestic as an ocean at the same time.
"Crossed the line?" Ye Chen smiled coldly. "Since you can't control your people, naturally, I'll need to do that for you. However, the price is death!"
"How dare you!?" A cold scoff was heard.
