The Wushen Sect is the most powerful sect in the Yue Kingdom.
A sect that has devoted all the efforts of a country to support is so powerful. In the hearts of these ordinary warriors, it is a god-like existence.
Now, two mere young men actually want to go to the Witch God Gate to provoke!
Isn't this seeking death?
Do they think that they are invincible if they defeat a law enforcement team or are martial king-level warriors?
At this moment, the majestic Wushen Mountain had huge stairs winding up to the peak, but Ye Qinghuan knew that the headquarters of the Wushen Sect was not on the mountain, but in the hinterland of the mountain.
The Witch God Sect hollowed out the mountain, and there was a huge space inside, extending in all directions, filled with people from the Witch God Sect.
Standing at the foot of Wushen Mountain, Ye Qinghuan did not pause and was about to step up. Suddenly, a cold snort sounded:
"Ignorant boy, you destroyed my Mantis Gang, killed the black-robed elders of my sect, and now you dare to break into our Witch God Sect. Do you really think that you Chinese warriors can be lawless?"
The sound was like a bell, deafening, making everyone's hearts tremble.
Immediately afterwards, at some point above the stairs, a group of people appeared, headed by the person who had just spoken.
He was dressed in gray robes, had a thin build, and his face was covered with wrinkles and age spots. He looked like a dying old man who had reached the end of his life.
However, the faces of the warriors in the town changed wildly. They looked at the old man on the stairs in horror and shouted: "Great Elder."
"Unexpectedly, the great elder of the Witch God Sect came out in person and paid great attention to these two young people. Now they will definitely die."
"Didn't you hear? The great elder said that these two people are Chinese warriors. They destroyed the Mantis Gang and killed the black-robed elder. They came to the Witch God Sect deliberately to cause trouble!"
"They are actually Chinese warriors. They are simply seeking death! I hope the Great Elder will kill these two Chinese warriors quickly!"
As soon as they heard that these two were actually Chinese warriors, everyone's expressions immediately changed and they stood on the side of the Witch God Sect.
Two young Chinese people, relying on their little talent to come to their country and act arrogantly, deserve to die.
Ye Qinghuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He saw that the middle-aged warrior from before was standing behind the old man in gray. At this time, his expression was calm.
Obviously, he thought that if he escaped back to the Witch God Gate, he would be completely safe.
At this time, the great elder was already walking down the mountain with a group of Shaman Sect disciples behind him.
He looked gloomy and said loudly: "Young people from China, if you cut off your arms and kneel in front of the statue of my witch god for thirty years, I will consider sparing your life."
"Whoa!"
Xiao Ying moved in an instant. With a slight tap of her foot, she was suddenly as light as a swallow. She jumped up and stabbed directly at the old elder in gray clothes with a cold light shining on her long sword.
"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die!"
The Great Elder snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and a powerful wave of air swept towards Xiaoying. Xiaoying suddenly felt a powerful force coming towards his face.
"Boom!"
Under the huge force, Xiaoying's long sword in mid-air could no longer hold it and flew out directly.
She herself couldn't bear it, so she flew out and fell back to where she was. The absolute difference in strength meant that she couldn't resist at all.
"Huh, childish. This Chinese woman has finally suffered. Does she think that just because she is a martial arts master, she can be lawless in our country? She is simply vulnerable in front of the great elder of the Witch God Sect."
"For a warrior of this level, why does the Great Elder need to take action? Any elder of the Witch God Sect can crush her!"
The Yue warriors suddenly sneered. Seeing the Chinese warriors being defeated in the hands of the great elder, they felt very comfortable.
At this moment, the Great Elder looked calm and was walking down step by step, followed by a group of disciples of the Witch God Sect, with a powerful aura, as if he were ruling the world.
"Surrender or die!"
The great elder raised his hands, and a powerful aura erupted from his body, but his thin body looked like a king.
"Haha -" Ye Qing laughed and said lightly in Yue dialect: "Then you go and die!"
The flying sword was thrown out, fell into Ye Qinghuan's hand, and struck out like lightning.
Swing the sword.
cut!
Ye Qinghuan's movements were clean and neat, everything happened in a flash of lightning, without any sloppiness.
His actions were completely invisible to everyone.
"puff--"
Blood spurted out like a column of blood, and then there was a "click", and half of the elder, who had been so imposing just now, fell to the ground.
His body was cut in half by Ye Qinghuan!
silence!
Deathly silence!
The warriors in the entire town suddenly fell silent, and even held their breath tightly, staring at the scene in front of them.
The great elder of the Witch God Sect is dead!
Killed with one sword! There is no room for resistance!
This, how is this possible?
"Does the Junior Martial Emperor dare to be so arrogant?" Ye Qinghuan said with cold eyes.
"Great Elder!"
Everyone in the Witch God Sect finally came to their senses and didn't want to believe it. They suddenly screamed out loud, extremely sad.
"Kill him, kill him, avenge the great elder!"
Suddenly, the faces of the dozens of Wushen Sect disciples behind the great elder were extremely angry, and they were all condensing their internal energy. Dozens of Martial King-level warriors activated their techniques at the same time, and the internal energy roared, making the entire Wushen Mountain tremble slightly.
"kill!"
The warriors led by several senior martial kings, carrying huge and powerful internal energy, jumped towards Ye Qinghuan to kill.
"Ah--"
Ye Qinghuan sneered, his face was extremely calm, and he walked towards Wushen Mountain with no intention of taking action.
At this time, his flying sword turned into a white rainbow and killed an elder-level warrior from the Witch God Sect in an instant.
Ye Qinghuan walked towards Wushen Mountain, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll to the Wushen Mountain.
He was surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the sound of killing was loud. However, the flying swords firmly protected Ye Qinghuan, and all the warriors of the Witch God Sect died at Ye Qinghuan's feet.
After his consciousness surged, these ordinary warriors were unable to resist at all under his flying sword.
The warriors at the foot of the mountain held their breaths and looked at the young man slowly climbing the mountain. He was dressed in a white shirt and surrounded by dozens of warriors from the Witch God Sect, who kept killing him.
One by one the elders of the Witch God Sect died, and this young man was like a devil, walking towards the mountain indifferently.
"Is this, is this the genius of China? It's too scary, he, he is an invincible devil." Someone shouted, with shock on his face. Ye Qinghuan stepped on a corpse and slowly moved toward