In the Ye family, everything was just as the King had said; these people in front of him simply couldn't stop Ye Xunhuan.
The sword in Ye Xunhuan's hand seemed to be endowed with life itself. With every swing, it must draw blood, and no one could withstand even a single sword strike from Ye Xunhuan.
In his current state, Ye Xunhuan was utterly invincible, like a mighty and awe-inspiring god of slaughter.
The King, observing this scene from the shadows, let out a slight sigh and said helplessly, "Does the Ye family think it will end like this?"
"King, could the Ye family be thinking of playing with Ye Xunhuan slowly?"
"Do you think they lost their minds?" the King retorted angrily. "Do they not know a thing about Ye Xunhuan's power?"
"Sending these people is purely sending them to their deaths. There's no way they can stop Ye Xunhuan, let alone deplete his Inner Strength!" the King said coldly. "What on earth is the Ye family trying to do?"
