“Who dares fight again!”

In the vault of heaven, the voice of Ye Qingyu was so sonorous that it pierced through the clouds and split rocks.

His body was dripping with blood. He could not even distinguish whether it was his or the thirty experts that he had just killed.

Clang!Clang!

The sword cry was like the roar of a dragon.

Ye Qingyu revealed a tinge of contempt on his face.

His blood-stained [Blood Drinker Sword] was raised high into the air, ...