Ye Fan shouted, "Silence!"
He channeled his power into the Yuanhong Sword and slashed down, instantly shattering the four opposing blades. The moment their swords broke, the four cultivators were sent flying backward.
Amid their shock was a deep sense of despair. Although their Array was formidable, they had overlooked one crucial factor: Ye Fan's sword. If their own swords were of poor quality, then even the most potent Array was useless before Yuanhong, the King's Sword.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan stood his ground, unleashing waves of Sword Qi. With each swing, another person was torn apart by its force.
This was true power.
"Senior Brother, save me!" the seductive woman pleaded with Yan Xun.
Yan Xun had just moved to rescue her when he saw her sliced apart by Ye Fan's Sword Qi. Turning to his two other subordinates, he found they had suffered the same fate.
