Bang bang~
The sword fell, the ancient vines shattered, the sword struck out, annihilating everything. That person's expression was Xiao Mu, the aura burst forth, and he suppressed Ye Qingcheng with one palm in the air. The sword light arrived with a soft sound, and that person's arm was directly severed by Ye Qingcheng before he could scream. Ye Qingcheng swiftly delivered a throat-slashing blow.
Clutching his throat with a look of unwillingness, he fell down, slain by Ye Qingcheng's sword.
Buzz~
At this moment, the Ancient Bell descended, resonating deeply within. Yang Qian's Ancient Bell was a terrifying Divine Weapon. Ye Qingcheng felt a buzzing in her mind, and soon blood stained with red oozed from the corners of her mouth, clearly affected by the bell's sound.
Ye Qingcheng's hair flew wildly as she shifted her gaze. She saw the Ancient Bell descend from the sky, and she struck it with a sword. The Ancient Bell hummed, its sonic waves penetrating everything.
Pu~
