Yang Ye’s face was calm. He kept his left hand behind his back as he gazed calmly at Yuan Feng’s group. Actually, his gaze should be described as indifference. It was like Yuan Feng and the others were ants.

Nan Shuang was staring fixedly at Yang Ye from behind him, and she was slightly stunned.

“Kill him!” Meanwhile, Yuan Feng spoke abruptly. He naturally wouldn’t allow himself to be scared by a Half-Saint!

The experts from Wolf Soul Mercs that were charging earlier didn’t hesitate to charge once more at Yang Ye. Suddenly, Yang Ye flipped his palm, and an intent sword appeared in his grasp.

Everyone here was stunned at the sight of it, and those experts who were charging at Yang Ye had stopped again.

It was Void Rank sword intent!

They weren’t ordinary people, so they naturally discerned that the sword in Yang Ye’s grasp had been formed with sword intent, and it...