Translator: Aran

  Time is fleeting for a cultivator.

  Ye Qingyu observed all the martial arts duels, and in the end, he had to close his eyes to rest for some time, to continue watching.

  Because the platform had become like a river of blood, bones piling like a mountain, even if he had seen much before, he was still affected by the murderous spirit and couldn't control the killing intent emerging inside of him.

  Ye Qingyu must be able to calm himself at all times t..