Boom…
With a loud bang, countless rocks suddenly exploded from the ruins, and an extremely sorry figure slowly walked out.
Who else could it be but the Ghost Witch Cult's cult master?
Ye Chen frowned, "He's not dead?"
He did not expect the cult master to survive his Asura Heaven-suppressing Kill. It was obvious that he was not to be underestimated.
However, the cult master was not any better.
His chest caved in deeply. Every time he breathed, there would be a sound like a bellow. Half of his face had collapsed from Ye Chen's punch earlier, revealing his bones.
"Mad Southern Ye!"
The cult master of the Ghost Witch Cult wiped the blood at the corner of his lips and looked at Ye Chen coldly, "I have to admit that I'm very surprised to see you, the East Asia No. 1. I've been living in seclusion for decades and I'm no match for you!"
