As for the white haired old man and the others, they’d fled as soon as Yang Ye attacked!

Flee!

As far as they were concerned, all they could do was flee.

Fight?

Who could fight Yang Ye? The white haired old man, the ancestor of the Gulan Clan, had lost his arms in an instant. So who could fight Yang Ye?

Shrill cries resounded incessantly throughout the city.

Everywhere the blood red sword passed, nothing remained!

In just a short while, there ...