No one was standing behind the young man.
Was this guy a demon?!
A premonition of death spread throughout the entire room and, for a moment, no one uttered a word.
After an unknown period of time, the young man's footsteps stopped. One of Qiao Zhenghu's disciples finally came to his senses and charged forward. He drew the saber at his waist and channeled a burst of qi, slashing it toward Ye Chen's neck!
If the saber blow landed, there was no chance of survival!
"Who gave you such confidence?" Ye Chen's calm voice echoed in the room. The very next second, he took a step back before reaching out and grabbing the other person's wrist!
Qiao Zhenghu's disciple was not to be trifled with either. He took a step forward and twisted his body at a ninety-degree angle. He leapt into the air and slammed his foot down on Ye Chen's shoulder!
"Die!"
