Translator: Aran

  The disciples of the Greater One Sect were scattered across the ground, whining and groaning, covered with injuries, their face distorted from pain, and were unable to get back up.

  Ye Qingyu was standing in the middle of this group of people.

  Besides the slashes across his white clothes because of the cicada wing throwing knife, he was completely unwounded.

  His black hair was like waterfall, his white clothes flawless, his figure was tall and sl..