Ye Chen's white hair streaked across the sky. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and the light in his eyes was as bright as the stars.
He struck out with his palm, and the sinister old man, who was the first to attack him with his spiritual sense, let out a loud cry. His physical body collapsed on the spot and turned into a bloody mist.
This scene instantly shocked the remaining eleven people. However, the arrow had already been nocked and could not be fired, so no one retreated.
As members of the immortal's Hall, they were very clear about the means of the immortal's Hall. Betrayers and deserters would face a fate worse than death.
"Kill!"
Seven or eight of the eleven men charged at ye chen while the remaining three used their Yin poison techniques, ready to ambush ye chen at any time.
Ye chen stood tall and strong. He was not afraid of the eleven people's joint attack. He took a step forward and leaped over.
"Swish!"
