"I…"
The vice sect master was in a dilemma.
"Alright," he said after a while with a long sigh.
Whoosh!
The very next moment, the small white sword pierced the vice sect master's forehead and went straight into the depths of his soul.
Once it exploded, the vice sect master would either die or be crippled for the next thousand years.
"What about you, sect master of the Kunlun Sect?"
"By the way, your sects' ancestors are about to arrive, right?"
Ye Chen looked at the other sect masters. Thankfully, they did not seem eager to court death. He took out the small white swords one by one and placed them in the depths of their soul.
He could vaguely sense their positions, thoughts, and actions of these people. This way, even if he did not seal them, there was some form of deterrent.
