Quasi-Saint Chi Yun was speechless, looking at Ye Qingtian’s embarrassed and innocent expression. Not only did he make Wang Yue admit defeat, but he released his Heavenly Dome Sword Intent at complete mastery to make four out of eight opponents go down on their knees.

He chased away the Heavenly Yin Holy Maiden, while Zhang Yue, Lin Beitong, and Ye Feifan couldn’t even touch the corner of his clothes and were defeated with one sword. But even so, Ye Qingtian didn’t let them go and purposely buried them.

“Ye Qingtian, move out of the way. If you drag this on any longer, Zhang Yue, Lin Beitong, and Ye Feifan will take their last breath.” The moment he finished speaking, a figure descended from the Heavenly Dao Altar. It was the Nether Slaughtering Saint Sovereign.

The Nether Slaughtering Saint Sovereign was anxious, waving his hand and removing the rubble, revealing the buried trio. The trio coughed, indicating that they were still alive.

The Nether Slaughtering Saint Sovereign quickly stepped forth and examined Zhang Yue’s injuries before he took a deep breath. Zhang Yue’s ribs were broken, and his internal organs were in a terrible state, aside from his heart. His nine dragon pulses were also tangled, and the Nether Slaughtering Saint...