Translator: Aran

  What a bunch of garbage.

  Ye Qingyu didn't even bother looking at them and swept his arm across the sky.

  A ray of bright and dazzling sword will splendor slashed across the Void.

  Puff! Puff! Puff!

  Blood light splattered everywhere.

  Instantly, dozens of Saints were slashed by the sword will and were sent flying backward with blood gushing out of their bodies. Disbelief and surprise were written on their faces as they plummeted to the..