The handsome figure stood in mid-air, like a white-haired God of War.
At this moment, the fighting will of Ye Futian was intense. The cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Hall frowned; Sword Will surged out from their bodies too.
Those who stepped forward would die.
Ye Futian was attempting to stop the Heavenly Sword Hall alone!
Moreover, he had the audacity to utter such a presumptuous statement, having no respect for the Heavenly Sword Hall at all.
The cultivators of Yuanyang Clan stared at Ye Futian with great interest. They had not expected him to be such a domineering figure. However, could he really stop the Heavenly Sword Hall?
