The entire Nine Dragon Mountain was engulfed in a deathly silence.
No one spoke, everyone was staring, dumbfounded at the scene before them.
"Lin Kuanghu is dead?"
Watching Ye Qingchen, who had fiercely crashed to the ground without a trace of sound, everyone felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts, making it almost impossible to breathe.
The crowd present looked on in shock at the young man slowly landing on the ground.
Though.
The opponent's aura had declined to the extreme, at this moment no one dared to move, everyone was intimidated by his previous god-like posture in slaying Lin Kuanghu. No one dared to bet whether Ye Qingchen could still wield an eighth sword!
Or even a ninth sword!
"Does anyone else want to stop me?"
Ye Qingchen crossed his arms, sweeping his gaze around.
