Ye Chenfeng grasped the Qingyun Sword from his back.
The aura of the Mid Divine King Realm surged out from his body.
The Ghost Venerable transmitted his voice to Ye Chenfeng again: "You truly are an overconfident brat. Since you don't want to die quickly, this venerable shall grant your wish."
Layer upon layer of black spiritual energy swirled around the Ghost Venerable.
The cultivators inside the Slaughter Hall, especially those who survived through killing, could relax slightly. As for the ones who hadn't experienced murder yet, their nerves remained tense. However, at this moment, everyone was temporarily captivated by the killing within the holy light, as the outcome seemed obvious to them.
A battle between a Mid Divine King and an Early Divine Venerate, with such a huge disparity in power, they believed they could predict the result even by using their behinds.
Ye Chenfeng and the Ghost Venerable, enveloped in white holy light, still had plenty of space to fight.
