The dust churned, and the wild wind raged.
Zhao Dejin and the others, who were prepared to escape, stood frozen on the spot, not daring to speak. They all stared dumbfoundedly at the three-headed flood dragon that crashed down like a felled tree.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunderous crash jolted Zhao Dejin and his companions from their blank minds into an abrupt awakening. For a moment, their gazes at Ye Qingchen were filled with shock.
Zhao Dejin's mouth hung open in disbelief.
The other evil cultivators trembled internally and wished they could slap themselves. With their meager skills, how dare they mock someone like Ye Qingchen?
Only Zheng Jiuling showed a trace of wild joy in his eyes, unable to contain his laughter. With such abilities, what was there to fear in escaping the Valley of Life and Death?
Ye Qingchen slowly withdrew his right hand, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Dejin and his group, and said calmly:
"Now, do you believe?"
