"Senior Ye, I am a tribute of the Jian Family, my name is Zuo Qiu. It was because of your prestigious reputation, Senior Ye, that I joined the Jian Family. Senior Ye, you're not dead, that's great!"
The Great Sword Warrior shouted excitedly.
"What kind of bullshit Senior Ye are you? You're so young, but you dare to call yourself a senior, courting death!" The tall man sneered.
His gaze turned cold, and he immediately wielded a string of Arhat Fruits, fully mobilizing his spiritual power to attack Ye Qingfeng.
"Pa!"
Ye Qingfeng directly slapped this man's face, causing his neck to twist at a bizarre angle, astonishingly rotating three hundred and sixty degrees!
His body went limp, and he died instantly.
"B-big brother!" The short Martial Artist just got up and immediately screamed in horror.
"Spare me, s-senior, spare me!" The short one begged for mercy.
"Whoosh!"
A dark force shot out, hitting the man's chest directly, instantly snatching away his vitality.
