"puff!"

The sword light was like a rainbow, wiping out all the vitality of the middle-aged monk.

"Thank you."

With only enough time to say two words, the light in the middle-aged monk's eyes dissipated, the Yuanying was also destroyed, the Yuanshen collapsed, and fell completely.

Everyone in the Xuefeng Forest was astonished, with disbelief in their eyes.

A monk at the ninth level of Nascent Soul, with twenty rounds of combat power, could not survive even three moves under Ye Mo!

Where are his thunder spells! Where are his various spells? Where are his physical martial arts!

With just one spell and a magical sword, he killed a twenty-round monk in three moves. Is this... what kind of joke are you kidding the world of immortality?

However, many deity-incarnation venerables and many most powerful monks stared at the young man on the ring with intense light in their eyes, knowing that they still looked down upon this young man.

On the ring, Ye Mo lifted up the middle-aged monk's body and gently threw it off the ring. The Withered Yuan Sword slowly released radioactive black light, floating beside him, making the void around him slightly distorted, and the sword light was dark.
Chapter completed!