"Who?"

Ye Chu's voice shook the whole seven color temple. The sage in black robe in the distance, the female disciples living in the temple, and the seven color nuns all looked this way.

"dead!"

Ye Chu is as fast as a flash of lightning. He slides across the colorful starry sky. A lot of Yuan spirit Qi is poured into the supreme sword in his hand through his arm.

the supreme sword quickly devours the power of his yuan spirit. The surface is shining with silver light, and the blade is becoming stronger and stronger.

people were shocked by the terrible sword power. The black robed sages, such as...