Zhang Yue’s face changed as he laid on the ground. The Nether Slaughter Saint Sovereign’s face also became grave as he seriously examined Ye Qingtian for the first time. He finally realized that Ye Qingtian already planned this right from the start, slowly making him fall for his trap. Ye Qingtian had no intentions of letting Zhang Yue go at all.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” the Nether Slaughter Saint Sovereign said.

“You don’t understand? I’ll repeat it, then. He has to experience what I went through, or this isn’t finished!” Lin Yun said.

The Nether Slaughter Saint Sovereign’s face changed, and he asked, “Ye Qingtian, are you behind this matter today?”

“Saint Sovereign, you really think highly of me. Your disciple is at the third transformation of the Nirvana Stage, and he can easily kill me with one hand. Well…” Lin Yun briefly paused and continued with a smile, “After all, I doubt his strength since a cat can defeat him. He’s someone a cat can defeat, and I’m afraid he doesn’t deserve his status as a saint disciple at all.”

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