One palm strike, one finger, consecutively killing two Half-Step Celestial Immortals.
The entire place fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Du Gang and the others were completely shocked. Clearly, Ye Qingchen's strength had already surpassed their imaginations.
"Too strong!"
Especially those who had previously mocked Ye Qingchen were almost about to pop their eyeballs out. The Half-Step Celestial Immortals, whom they practically worshipped as gods, were like ants in this young man's hands.
And the Half-Step Celestial Immortals of the Thirty-Six Sects, their expressions changed dramatically. Even though they already knew of Ye Qingchen's strength, meeting him today again exceeded everyone's expectations. Many people's faces twisted with rage, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
"What should we do?"
Someone whispered.
One must know.
