Before Ye Donghe’s murderous voice finished echoing through the hall, a thin figure suddenly stepped forth.

His skin was waxy, his eyes were sunken, and his hair was sparse.

As he rose, a terrifying Imperial aura swept through the hall alongside a bone-piercing chill.

Ye Zishan and the other main lineage members’ expressions shifted.

Ye Jing! 

An early-stage Profound Illumination Emperor of one of the Ghost Serpents’ branch lineages!

“This is finally getting a bit interesting,” said Jiang Yingliu, a faint smile on her lips.

Huang Yuanxiu said coolly, “Alas, no matter how many trump cards he has, this is the Ghost Serpents’ territory. It’ll be difficult for him to escape death.”

Yue Shi sighed. He’d already tried to dissuade Su Yi. Who’d have thought that the young man wouldn’t just disregard his advice, and that he’d even go on to kill someone?

He’d already thoroughly provoked Ye Donghe, and Ye Jing was already taking action.

Ye Jing’s expression was wooden, and he said nothing. With every step he took, his terrifying murderous intent locked onto Su Yi.

His imposing aura alone was enough to make the world’s Spiritual Revolution cultivators break down.

When he was just thirty feet from Su Yi, Ye Jing suddenly...