Like a flash of lightning, Ye Zhen's right hand reached for the blood-colored flag, but just as his fingers were about to grasp it, an inexplicable sense of foreboding suddenly emerged.
Ye Zhen was startled!
This inexplicable sense of foreboding was the Martial Artist's Divine Soul sensing a tremendous danger while in the state of Sword Heart Enlightenment. In all his years of martial arts, Ye Zhen had only felt this kind of foreboding twice.
Each time, it was a matter of life and death, facing extreme danger and barely surviving!
Before Ye Zhen could react, almost at the moment the foreboding arose, an extremely fierce and brutal aura suddenly locked onto him.
The savage aura made Ye Zhen's hair prickle with a tingling sensation.
"Don't move!"
"Lord Ye, if I were you, I'd obediently step aside. Of course, if you want to test the power of my Purple Flame Golden Lamp, I don't mind!"
