Heaven Devouring Sword Lord

Everyone was stunned, their bodies stiff on the spot. For a moment, no one could speak. Their mouths were wide open in shock.

The expression on the faces of the seven Heaven's Pride members who were on the same side as Ye Tian, not to mention their enemies.

At this moment, the faces of the six elders who did not have much longevity each turned ashen as though they were ice that had not been unsealed for a thousand years. Their killing intent towards Ye Tian had reached the extreme.

"Boy, you have guts to dare to speak to us in such a manner? Originally, I was prepared to give all of you a quick death, but I've changed my mind. I will torture you to the point of living a life worse than death."

"The seven of you can die now. Even if he wants to die, he must know the principle of respecting the elder."

"You sharp-tongued guy, you have to pay the price for your training."

The six elderly men did not care about Xia Yuhe's threat at all, treating it as though it was just a passing thought. However, they felt that they could not tolerate Ye Tian's words just now.

The older a person was, especially when their lifespan was coming to an end, the more they cared about their face. As the saying goes, people want the face of the tree. People like them, who were on the verge of becoming a loser, cared about their face to the extreme. They had no less faith in their pursuit of longevity than they did.

"Is that so? Then you can all go and die! "

Ye Tian calmly said. With a wave of his hand, the white mist dragon coiled around his hair suddenly grew larger, turning into a large white haze that shrouded everything within a hundred meters.

"What is this?" The yellow-clothed middle-aged man could feel an incomparable sense of life-and-death crisis emanating from the white fog. He was secretly glad that he wasn't with the six old fellows, or else he would have been shrouded in this strange white fog.

"What a terrifying creature, could it be the young man's warbeast? "How can he be this strong?"

"No wonder he dared to provoke and insult those six old men. So he actually had such a terrifying warbeast guarding him."

"He is invincible in this space. You can't mess with him."

"This person is too scared …."

The other cultivators around the yellow-clothed middle-aged man also felt great fear in their hearts. When they saw this white fog appear, they felt a strong sense of threat.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

An extremely mournful voice suddenly stopped halfway through the shout, and there was no more sound at all.

"What the hell is this? "No …."

"I can't hold on any longer!"

"I didn't expect his trump card to be so powerful!"

"..."

Amidst the mist formed by the white misty dragon, mournful sounds could be heard from time to time, causing one's heart to involuntarily feel an extremely cold chill.

The eleven cultivators who were watching the battle all retreated. Their hearts were filled with extreme fear as they temporarily left the battlefield.

When these eleven people retreated a few kilometers, the strange haze that the white misty dragon had turned into slowly dissipated. The place where the six elders originally stood, only a pile of bones and six storage bag remained, no longer had any signs of life.

As for Ye Tian and the rest of the eight, they were calmly standing in place, unharmed.

Upon seeing the terror of the white misty dragon once again, the gazes that they looked at Ye Tian with were filled with fear. They swore that they would never dare to have any bad thoughts about Ye Tian again in this dark palace, and the miserable deaths of six terrifying old men was the same as before.

The Holy Son of Glazed Glass was shocked to the point that he broke out in cold sweat. He actually wanted to hide something, and if Ye Tian had not wasted his life, he would probably just be an ice-cold white skeleton.

"Thank you Brother Ye for saving me. I, Xia Yilong, will remember this favor." Xia Yilong cupped his fist and said seriously.

"No need to be so polite if Brother Ye is useful in the future. As long as I can do it, I won't stand by and do nothing." Demon Prince solemnly said.

"You saved my life. I hope that we can forget about our current grudges. I hope that we can become friends in the future." Demon Princess was naturally enchanting, and his jade body was naturally formed. Right now, in the eyes he looked at Ye Tian, most of her eyes were filled with goodwill.

The rest of the people also expressed their thanks. However, Xia Yuhe's face was filled with happiness, as if she was the one who had acted just now.

"Alright, no need to be polite, everyone." Ye Tian interrupted the crowd and said: "Right now, we should first understand what the three words on the monument are saying, if not we could rashly enter the passage ahead, I'm afraid it would be a bit inappropriate."

When Ye Tian finished speaking, he looked at the eleven cultivators who had retreated several kilometers and were spectating from afar, he had a cold smile on his face that was hard to detect.

Previously, these eleven cultivators didn't retreat too far. Clearly, they wanted to sit back and watch the battle, acting as fishermen.

As long as one was not a fool, they could understand what they were trying to do. Now, Ye Tian just so happened to want to summon them here to do something.

"Brother Ye means for them to lead the way?" Master Fengyue gently waved his fan and sneered.

"Why don't Master Fengyue go and invite them personally? Oh right, I will ask Little White to go with you." Ye Tian said.

"Alright, since Brother Ye is so easy to talk to, then it would be a bit inappropriate if I don't go." Master Fengyue smiled, then shouted and rushed towards the eleven people a few miles away.

Hearing Master Fengyue's shout, the eleven people did not pay too much attention. They wanted to leave this place once again, but when they saw the incomparably terrifying speed of the white misty dragon, they forcefully stopped their steps, and all of their hearts were filled with uneasy emotions.

The terrifying power that the white misty dragon had shown when they had attacked had already cast a psychological shadow over them. None of them dared to try and flee, and only when the white misty dragon moved did they listen to Master Fengyue's voice in interest.

"All of you, stand still. Brother Ye has told us to let you all pass. I have something to tell you all, those who resist will die!" Master Fengyue roared out once again, the powerful Spirit Energy wrapped around his voice, and the voice spread out for a few kilometers, clearly heard by the eleven cultivators.

The eleven cultivators felt bitter in their hearts, but they didn't dare to retreat. In their hearts, they told them that if they tried to flee, there was only death waiting for them.

People had no choice but to lower their heads under the roof!

Since the eleven cultivators were able to break through into the Dao entry level realm, they naturally understood what was going on.

Sou sou sou!

The eleven cultivators thus decided to go all out, and with smiles plastered all over their faces, they sprinted towards Ye Tian and the rest.

"They are here. If Brother Ye has any orders, you can say it now." Master Fengyue said to Ye Tian with a smile.

Ye Tian watched as they approached him one by one, the faces of the cultivators filled with smiles. Only when he saw that the eleven cultivators were a little scared, did he calm down a little.

"Do any of you know what the three words on the stone tablet mean?"

The eleven cultivators stepped forward and carefully looked at the three words, "spectator". They tried their best to recall these words.

Initially, Ye Tian did not hold much hope, and after thinking about it for a while, if no one knew, he would let these eleven people come forward to explore the path behind the monument. But just as Ye Tian was about to look around, a very old man in a grey robe stroked his beard, and muttered: "This … "It's not an ancient character, nor does it seem like an ancient character. It's just …"