"I've come to kill!"
Ye Qingchen's calm words echoed through the scene like a thunderbolt.
The disciples of the Yin Ghost Sect around were initially taken aback, then flew into a rage.
They had never imagined.
That someone would actually dare to come here and cause trouble.
"Where did this bastard come from? You must have a death wish to dare challenge us! Today, I'll make sure you don't leave this place alive!"
A middle-aged man with a gloomy expression stepped forward.
His body was thin, and his presence was cold and eerie, like a frigid pool; those near him couldn't help but shiver, his cold eyes fixing on Ye Qingchen.
"Boom!"
As he spoke these words.
He suddenly took a step forward and struck out at Ye Qingchen's head.
At that moment, his aura exploded like a tidal wave, surging forward in an instant.
In a flash, the previously sweltering desert seemed to transform into an ice cave, with eerie howls echoing all around, turning the atmosphere ghostly.
