There was a small hill around 3km away from the city gates, and everyone watched as Yang Ye’s figure smashed against the hill.

Bang!

The entire hill shook violently, and then it exploded apart and instantly buried Yang Ye.

He lost?

That insufferably arrogant Yang Ye lost in a single move?

Fan Meng and Fan Li were ghastly pale, and their eyes were deathly still.

Li Maozhen and Li Qingyi’s faces fell. Yang Ye had shown the Li Clan great kindness, so they naturally didn’t hope that Yang Ye would lose. However, they hadn’t imagined that Yang Ye would have actually been unable to even resist Nan Ketu’s attack!

“So he was that weak!” Kong Lian laughed coldly, “Everyone, that’s how weak that insufferably arrogant fellow is, that’s how weak the disciples of the Ancient Sword School are. They are weak like ants before the true geniuses of my Dao Order. What a huge disappointment.”

“He isn’t weak. But everything is useless before absolute speed!” Nan Ketu turned around and walked towards the city gates, and then he gazed at the corpses of the disciples of the...