Silence!
In the mountain valley, the rustling wind blew, and all was deathly still.
Only Ye Qingchen's footsteps could be heard.
"Ye Qingchen..."
Ci Hen, a disciple of the Celestial God Sect, was barely holding on. Before this, he had never imagined it would end this way.
He was forced to a dead end by a young man of the Celestial Saint Third Layer.
"If you're willing to spare me, I'll leave here immediately and swear never to set foot in the Eastern Domain again in this lifetime!"
Ci Hen raised his head, eyes filled with resentment and malice, but at this moment, he could only bow in submission. Ye Qingchen's strength had far exceeded his imagination; even if given another chance, he might not be able to win.
'If I survive this ordeal, I will tear you to pieces!'
Ci Hen lowered his eyes, a sinister smile creeping at the corner of his mouth.
