In Yang Shen's heart, Ye Yuan was his ultimate goal.
Killing a hundred Yi Qingxiangs was also not as important as killing one Ye Yuan.
Hence, when dealing with Yi Qingxiang them all, Yang Shen did not go all out.
While it was good to be able to kill, failing to kill was no big deal too.
The most important thing was that Ye Yuan had to die.
The instigator of all this was Ye Yuan.
Looking at Ye Yuan's sluggish movements, a hint of a hideous grin flashed across the corners of Yang Shen's mouth. A saver turned into a white streak, hacking over toward Ye Yuan's head.
However, just as Yang Shen's blade arrived in front of Ye Yuan's face, it suddenly stopped, as if frozen in the air.
His figure was unable to advance an inch forward.
In front of Yang Shen, there was seemingly boundless space, waiting for him to cross.
His saber cut through one layer of space after another, but it was unable to land on Ye Yuan.
