Ye Chen stood like a green pine in the center of the hall. He turned over and stabbed out with a spear. A black spear slashed through the air, as if tracing back the destroyed souls, killing all the remaining emperor-level true disciples!

There is only a rain of blood left!

At this moment, there was silence all around!

Hundreds of disciples of Kunjian Sect were destroyed overnight!

All the heads put away their contempt and stared at Ye Chen with shock in their hearts!

Several Taoist disciples who have entered the realm of gods!

So many Emperor Senior Realm true disciples!

After besieging one person, they were all destroyed in less than a minute.

This kind of combat power is probably comparable to the mid-stage or even late-stage of the Divine Realm, right?

The young man in front of him named Ye Chen, who looks less than thirty years old, how could he be so tyrannical?

Could it be that he is a genius from the high martial plane?

But that’s not right. It’s impossible for people born in the high martial plane to be in such a low realm?
Chapter completed!