"What is he doing?" A doubtful look was on everyone's face after they saw what Ye Futian did.
The people of the Wang Clan all stared at Ye Futian as well. There was no denying the fact that they had already lost. Wang Yanbing had not been able to shake Gu Dongliu even when he pulled such a costly move.
That was the last sword left, and it wanted to take one last look before the Celestial, but Gu Dongliu stopped it.
It was not done because Gu Dongliu was some uncaring, unfeeling monster, but that they all had their stances to take.
Wang Yanbing had simply shown up at the wrong time.
"Little brother," Gu Dongliu called after he saw Ye Futian showing up.
"Leave him to me, third brother," Ye Futian said.
