At this moment.
It was as if the wind had stopped, and the entire forest fell dead silent, leaving only the sound of blood gently flowing. Besides that, not a single person dared to make a sound.
The cultivators stood there as if struck dumb, their faces pale, their bodies trembling.
It took just three breaths.
These Slaughter Hall disciples, who seemed almost unbeatable in their eyes, were easily slaughtered like chickens and dogs.
Too strong!
At this moment, the cultivators only felt their bodies icy cold, as if all their blood had been frozen by Ye Qingchen's gaze.
"Young Master Ye!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Almost without any hesitation.
The cultivators knelt down one after another, fearing that if they were slow, they would follow in the footsteps of these Slaughter Hall disciples.
"Why did Slaughter Hall capture you?"
Ye Qingchen asked casually.
He only held enmity towards Slaughter Hall and naturally wouldn't harm those unrelated to him.
