A figure in a gray robe streaked across the sky and landed in front of Mu Ruyue.
The elder was cloaked entirely in his gray robe, with only his eyes gazing eerily at Mu Ruyue. He huffed coldly and charged toward her, but before he could reach Mu Ruyue, he saw the silver-masked man holding her slowly raise his palm…
Boom!
A powerful surge of energy struck the elder, and his body flew out like a torn rag, crashing loudly against a roadside stall.
"Master!" Ling Ye's face dramatically changed, his eyes filled with shock.
Just how formidable his master's strength was, he knew better than anyone else. However, now his master hadn't lasted even a single move against this man? Who on earth was this man?
Ye Wuchen gave a sinister smile, his eyes carrying a chilling coldness.
