"Lord Ye, really is..."
The crowd couldn't believe it, feeling somewhat strange inside.
"Jie jie, this is the real Ye Kill God, these worldly people have imagined Ye Kill God too kindly."
"Hehe, the name of Ye Kill God isn't just casually given. Only after witnessing it firsthand would one know Ye Kill God's brutal bloodthirstiness."
"These little girls thought that being handsome equaled being a good person, thought that being cold was charming. Ye Kill God is not only cold; he truly is a—God of Kill!"
A martial artist sneered, they truly understood just how ruthless and savage Ye Kill God was.
Ye Qingfeng's gaze was indifferent, he needed no explanation, enemies must be eradicated.
Ye Qingfeng was already accustomed to it.
Ye Qingfeng reached out his hand, suddenly, the Divine Void Sword that had fallen with the Pope directly flew into Ye Qingfeng's hand.
"Zhong Ming, catch!"
Ye Qingfeng casually tossed the Divine Void Sword to Zhong Ming.
"Yes."
