"This…" Ye Futian strolled casually on the road as if the Demon Birds from the walls had no effect on him. They rushed towards him but his white robe fluttered, his black hair flying. Noble intent bloomed from him and his entire body seemed to be shrouded in sacred light. The evil couldn't hurt him.
Everyone was shocked. How powerful was Ye Futian's will? Was it because he had a low plane so he wasn't as heavily affected? But no matter what, Ye Futian's powerful walk destroyed all suspicions earlier. Yi Xiaoshi and the Sword Saint Mountain disciples left him behind because they had absolute trust in him.
They really were crazy. They trusted Ye Futian before he'd even tried.
Qi Ao and the disciples of the Fuyun Sword Clan had already descended on the other side after transforming into sword light. Seeing Ye Futian's actions, Qi Ao's expression grew ugly. This was a slap to him.
