Translator: Aran

  Two hours ago, everyone believed that Ye Qingyu had gone mad.

  Now, they felt that it must have been themselves who had gone mad.

  Otherwise, they would not have seen such a sight before their eyes.

  Nearly ten thousand Saint experts had been killed just like fallen leaves being swept away by a cool breeze. Eight thousand of them were instantly pulverized before dispersing among the world without leaving a single trace, while for the other two thou..