Ye Fan struck heavily, killing Saint Son Level figures one after another. He even shot the Yin Yang Saintess with an arrow, piercing her forehead and killing her, leaving the others terrified. Everyone feared death, so they quickly surrendered.
Reputation and dignity were nothing compared to their precious lives. As long as they could live, what was wrong with lowering their stance and repenting? They still wanted to witness sunrises and sunsets, not be erased from the world.
"All of you, move aside!" Ye Fan glanced at them, his gaze locking onto Yan Yunluan and the monk.
"Surnamed Ye, don't think you're invincible! This humble monk has always wanted to send you to nirvana!" the ferocious-looking monk declared, stepping forward, the scar on his face twitching.
