That's too slow!
In panic, the master of Dayan Temple might flee. This was not what Ye Fengsheng wanted to see.
His pupils contracted, and Ye Fengsheng tightened the grip on his sword's hilt. After a flicker of shadows, he was already in the trembling crowd. The dark sword in his hand flashed by, but stopped inches before the only remaining elder of Jiedan Realm he encountered.
He tilted his head slightly, squinting at the figure shouting in the sky.
"Master Ye! Please be merciful!"
The monk in white hurriedly sought out Ye Fengsheng. With hands clasped together, he glanced at the frightened cultivators of Tianyi Mansion. He bowed to Ye Fengsheng: "Please convey Mr. Ye's mercy. If there are difficulties, you can find the source. Why kill innocent people?"
