Two figures flew up to the stage and protected ye chen. They were ye Wushuang, the old ancestor of netherworld.
"Wanting to bully the few with numbers, the ancestor loves it the most, hahaha!"
Old ancestor yellow spring held the yellow spring sword with a chilling killing intent. The smile on his face was filled with hidden killing intent, which made people tremble in fear.
Wherever ye Wushuang stood, he carried a sword power that intimidated everyone.
The people of the great divine Feng sect, who had been aggressive earlier, turned pale with fright when they saw the three of them. They did not dare to move forward.
"Feng Yun only had himself to blame for his death!"
Ye chen walked to the front and called out to the crowd.
"Hmph, trying to shirk responsibility? no way!"
The people from the plentiful divine sect were overbearing.
"Everyone, don't be reckless!"
