"Trash from the Ancient Martial World, all of you, get the hell out of here!"
At this moment, a furious roar, carrying endless killing intent, suddenly exploded across Miwu Mountain.
Trash from the Ancient Martial World!
Who dared to be this arrogant!
Everyone hurriedly looked up, only then realizing that in the sky outside Miwu Mountain, a youth was standing on a Flying Sword. He wore a white shirt, black hair whipping in the wind, like a chunk of Cold Ice, as he shouted in an icy voice.
"Who is this guy, he actually dares to be so rampant?" someone cried out in shock, filled with endless rage.
Someone actually dared insult the Ancient Martial World—was he here to die? "Ye Qingfeng, you're Ye Qingfeng?" someone shouted angrily, extremely displeased.
Ye Qingfeng!
So that's Ye Qingfeng—Ye Qingfeng has come!
