Seeing the senior brother of the Tailing Sect, like a little chick, slapped flying by Ye Tian with a single palm, without any chance to resist.
It was as overwhelming as destroying rotten wood, just in that moment, the senior brother of the Tailing Sect who was so awe-inspiring just now, was...was now lying on the ground.
The remaining three disciples of the Tailing Sect felt like their marrow had been sealed in the Nine Nether Ice Coffin by a devil, too cold, too heart-chilling.
Blood Meimei's lips slightly curled up, her eyes squinting into crescents, full of joy. The red dress she wore, stained with a trace of white snow, stood alone and enchanting.
No beauty compares.
Xia Shiyun was stunned in place, quietly watching Ye Tian, this man left her in shock.
As for Feng Yang and the others, they had long hidden to the side, their bodies trembling violently, heads so low they were almost touching the ground. If there had been an exit, they would have fled in a heartbeat.
