Within the martial arts arena.
Ye Luo had already sheathed his sword and returned to his original spot, standing there with his long sword in his arms, expressionless.
A picture of proud solitude.
In front of Ye Luo.
The ten disciples had long since fainted on the ground, incapacitated and unable to continue the fight.
Ye Luo had not killed them.
He simply overwhelmed their spirits until they lost consciousness, without shattering their Dao hearts.
To Ye Luo, these ten disciples were not even worthy of him taking their lives.
Indeed, not worthy of the Nascent Soul Realm!
The main reason was that Ye Luo was afraid that if his Respected Master knew, he would scold him for bringing shame upon them.
To actually kill ten Nascent Soul Realm weaklings.
Just at this moment.
The voice of the Great Elder came through.
"Young Friend Ye is indeed a distinguished guest of our Sect, with outstanding strength that ascends into sainthood!"
