Dark Flame lay in a pool of blood, quietly watching the young man standing ahead, his heart ice-cold.
Twenty-three Gold Medal Assassins.
Such a powerful force enough to wipe out any family in Celestial Peak Country, yet in Ye Qingchen's hands, it was like clay chickens and pottery dogs—unable to withstand a single blow. Even the existence of Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven could only barely resist for a moment.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
At this moment.
The field was deathly silent.
Only Ye Qingchen's gentle footsteps could be heard.
Looking at the young man walking towards him, Dark Flame's face turned pale:
"Ye Qingchen, what do you want to do?"
"What do you think?"
Ye Qingchen held the Silver Dragon Sword, walking step by step towards Dark Flame.
Speaking coldly:
"Your Blood Rain Tower has repeatedly struck against me. Now mobilizing so many Gold Medal Assassins to encircle and kill me, what do you think I should do?"
