Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu didn't respond. The [Blood Drinker Sword] in his hand had reverted back to its sword pill form. Then, at his mental command, a crimson ray of Divine Emperor sword will brushed past that Saint.

  The moment this sword radiance brushed past the Saint who had lost his composure, his body transformed into a ball of flames that gave off green smoke, then disappeared into the Void.

  These experts, including that handsome young man, were not from the H..