At this moment, Yan Qing looked coldly at Ye Chen, a chilling smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "You are already a powerful crossbow, but we remain unscathed. Ye Chen, you are doomed!"
"Everyone, suppress him!"
Yan Qing laughed wildly and suddenly extended his hands in front of him, forming a seal. His speed was as fast as lightning, as cold spiritual energy roared out from his body, sparkling along with his palms.
At the same time, all the genius disciples, like Yan Qing, made their moves, forming seals. The mysterious complexity was dizzying, and at that moment, a magnificent and terrifying aura started rising between heaven and earth.
Now, the genius disciples of the Nine Cold Sect looked at Ye Chen with eyes full of pride and disdain.
"Being able to take one of our moves is already enough for you to boast about. Now you shall be completely subdued, never to rise again!"
