The valley fell deathly silent under the howling hurricane.
Everyone present stared blankly at the green-robed young man standing on the shattered arena, sword in hand, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Only Ye Gui's eyes were filled with bitterness.
He was only three steps away from Ye Juming—practically within arm's reach for a Cultivator. He had thought the elder would intervene to save him; he had even seen the man form a defensive Seal Technique. But tragically, Ye Juming had cast the seal to protect himself, not him.
Even worse, he had keenly noticed that when Ye Juming saw Chen Che's strike wasn't aimed at him, he had quietly let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't just Ye Juming. The other clan elders had also either formed Seal Techniques or summoned Defensive Magical Artifacts, but they all protected themselves. No one moved to block Chen Che's attack for him.
