"Crack!"
Within the mansion, underneath the stage, the jade stone floor shattered, revealing a dense web of cracks.
Standing at a distance, one could see Han Ye didn't have a sword in his hand, yet dozens of sword shadows had appeared.
What shocked people even more was the golden glow that emerged from Han Ye's two fingers.
The domineering golden color of his vitality blood spread from his fingers to his entire body.
In the next moment, Han Ye's body had turned entirely golden, resembling a statue made of pure gold.
Without any hesitation, Han Ye struck again. A mere punch to the ground stirred up a violent wind that defeated all the disciples of the four major families, including the sword-holding seedlings who led the families, and the eldest sons of the four clans. They were all suppressed and defeated by Han Ye's overwhelming power.
No flying sword could get within three feet of Han Ye.
The ordinary flying swords lost their senses or were broken and flung away like toys.
