“For the army of Youyan Pass to rely on a low grade product like you to help them. It seems they have really underestimated the people of the sects." Zhao Shanhe's words became more and more unbridled, not wary of the reaction of the army at all. The tiger-striped light around him was like a divine light mountain that completely enveloped the entire Bright Moon Lake.

If you were not within the light, you had no way of imagining the terror this tiger-striped yuan qi light inspired.

Such a huge pressure made Ye Qingyu feel as if he was enduring the entire weight of the world as he forcefully stood up.

He did not even have a way of taking a single step. He could not go and retrieve the [Little Shang sword] embedded in the Water Ray Arena.

"Ye Qingyu, bow down. Beg for forgiveness to those sect brothers that died tragically in your hands." Zhao Shanhe's voice rumbled throughout the Proud Sky Center as he used his yuan qi to transfer his voice.

He was intentionally humiliating Ye Qingyu.

To kill a genius of the army that was famous, that alone would make him feel excited.

But such excitement could not compare to the scene of making him kneel to him in such an event. To totally destroy his self-confidence, to make his martial heart and personality completely collapse. This was what Zhao Shanhe wanted to see.

A dead genius would always remain a genius in people's heart. They would still have their former glory as they passed away.

But a destroyed genius would only be a trash that existed in real life, like a walking corpse. As long as he opened his eyes, what he would endure would only be humiliation and nightmares. Everywhere that he passed by, he would advertise the invincible and unshakeable might that the Tiger Saint Child had demonstrated in this battle.

He suddenly didn't want to kill Ye Qingyu.

Perhap he could just cripple one of his arms or legs, and that would be enough?

His intention had changed. He wanted to throw this so called Leaf of Youyan into a swamp, so deep that he could never recover.

Living was sometimes worse than dying.

Opposite.

There weredroplets of sweat seeping out from Ye Qingyu's forehead.

Under the horrifying pressure of the tiger light yuan qi aura that was like a mountain, the silver frost aura that surrounded Ye Qingyu was shrinking inch by inch back into his body. Previously, it had extended five meters outside his body, but right now it was just three inches.

Zhao Shanhe's strength far exceeded his imagination.

The expert Zhang San was a Bitter Sea stage, but his true power could not even be compared to experts at the sixty or seventy Spirit springs stage. Therefore, Ye Qingyu could beat him easily when he was not even at the thirty spirit springs stage.

Zhao Shanhe had not even yet truly stepped into the Bitter Sea stage, but the foundation he had from the sects was unfathomable. His basics and foundations were deep, having taken half a step into Bitter Sea. He seemed to have the essence of the Dao about him, it was not something that could be beaten by brute force.

"Is this the true power of the top level experts of the sects?"

Ye Qingyu's expression became serious.

Less than ten steps away, the [Little Shang sword] was embedded on the ground of the Water Ray Arena. It was embedded three inches deep, and had finally stopped its rapid quivering. On it's sword body that was as bright and clear as autumn water, there was a hint of a fracture that appeared three inches from...