An hour later.
The moon is bright and sparse stars dot the sky, crows fly south.
Before the mountain gate of the S Temple, the pine and cypress trees sway in the wind, bringing a chill to the face.
Master Kong Yuan appeared calm, a faint smile gracing his face.
When Ye Xuan had just entered the rear mountain of S Temple, Master Kong Yuan might have felt a bit tense.
But when Ye Xuan's cries echoed from the rear mountain, Master Kong Yuan suddenly became incomparably composed.
Ye Xuan truly overestimates himself!
To challenge the eighteen bronze men of S Temple alone is as difficult as climbing a mountain, almost impossible.
The pitiful cries of Ye Xuan further prove this.
"Senior brother, just rest assured! Ye Xuan, that demon, will undoubtedly die. I have already instructed that the eighteen bronze men won't show mercy — they will certainly strike Ye Xuan with lethal force."
