"Such audacity! Let's see who dares to underestimate my Yin Yang Sect!" Several Elders from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm came flying across the sky, their words chilling, filled with murderous intent.
Ye Fan held the Holy Sword pointing to the heavens, his black hair cascading like a waterfall, his gaze deep. He rose into the sky like a Demon God, brimming with killing intent.
Eight or nine young people followed beside several Elders from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. They were both male and female, and upon seeing Ye Fan, who looked only fifteen or sixteen, they all showed disdain.
One of the young men, holding a fierce weapon, pointed it at Ye Fan from a distance. A glint of blood appeared on it as he said coldly, "Is this a place you can storm into recklessly? Do you not know your place?"
