"Young Master Ye, please calm your anger, absolutely calm your anger!" Thousand Blood Demon, drenched in cold sweat, urgently spoke.
Watching Ye Xuan approach was like seeing the Grim Reaper's scythe closing in, making him feel the threat of death.
Hua Tianqiong and Wu Longzhou too were scared until their faces turned pale.
They were all Supreme Elders from the three great cultivation sacred lands, highly revered, and had never suffered such threats.
Yet this most straightforward threat was the most lethal, leaving them panic-stricken.
"You do not yet qualify to make me angry," Ye Xuan said indifferently.
Ye Xuan did not pay attention to the three men and walked straight up to them, looking down at them.
Just like Hong Yunlie, these three men were also suppressed, lying prone on the ground, completely unable to move.
Seeing Ye Xuan's shoes, they were utterly panicked.
