They had no idea that Ye Chen could master such a grand formation. Seeing so many fellow sect disciples coming to seize Netherworld Peak, they initially came with righteousness in mind to help Ye Chen, but now it seems they made an unnecessary move.
At this moment, the grand hall door of Netherworld Peak swung open. Ye Chen stood at the entrance, coldly scanning the disciples and elders outside, then warmly looked towards Yang Qianyu and Liu Yunmiao.
"Brother Yang, Liu Yunmiao, come in for a chat."
Ye Chen smiled, holding a teapot filled with Spiritual Tea brewed from Netherworld Spirit Water. The fragrant aroma left Yang Qianyu and Liu Yunmiao astonished.
The onlookers outside watched Ye Chen at ease, even inviting Yang Qianyu and Liu Yunmiao for tea, showing complete disregard for them.
"Damn it!"
Lei Rong's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he couldn't help but curse angrily.
