Hundreds of foreign martial artists watched with cold smiles, unable to resist mocking, "Look, this is Huaxia, they love internal strife the most, which is why Huaxia's martial arts have declined to this state."
"Heh heh, the inferiority of Huaxia people!"
Two foreign martial artists seized the opportunity to sneer, coldly laughing.
"Swish! Swish!"
Two beams of sword light slashed out; it was Ye Qingfeng's Futu Sword, instantly slicing through the throats of the two men.
"I said it, martial artists from outside Huaxia, all shut up!"
Ye Qingfeng's expression was cold and harsh.
The faces of the foreign martial artists turned pale, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, such a domineering God of Kill from Huaxia.
Immediately, they fell silent, not daring to say another word.
For the first time, they feared Huaxia martial artists so much.
Even before, when Chinese martial arts were flourishing, they weren't this afraid.
