Long-life cultivation, mortal cultivation, low-profile cultivation.
Having transmigrated to another world for decades, Ye Han was still an obscure rogue cultivator.
He diligently worked...
"yes!"
Following his order, the strong men of Qingyun Sect all rushed forward.
The Xueyue Holy Land, which had lost all its top powerhouses, was unable to stop the people from the Qingyun Sect. In just two days, the Xueyue Holy Land surrendered completely.
From then on, the name of Qingyun Sect once again resounded throughout Xuanyun Province.
The next few days.
Ye Han personally took charge and took over the territory of Xueyue Holy Land.
With the assistance of Hou Tai, Mu Ningshuang and other powerful people from the Qingyun Sect, the process went very smoothly.
......
Wushuang Pavilion.
Main hall.
At this moment, it was eerily quiet here.
Sitting high up, Du Heng looked extremely pale.
"We lost, we lost, even the Snow Moon Holy Land was defeated!" He could never have imagined that Ye Han could actually break through the Snow Moon Holy Land.
This is for them...
"Master, we lost." The old man on the side said helplessly.
The Snow Moon Holy Land was defeated, and the Qingyun Sect’s strength surged again.
The current Qingyun Sect is no longer something that their Wushuang Pavilion can resist.
Even if I feel unwilling.
He understands too.
Wushuang Pavilion lost, completely lost.
"Did you lose?"
Du Heng's face turned pale.
He knew it, but...
"Master, let's surrender." another old man said.
"surrender?"
Du Heng gave a bitter smile. After everything he had done before, how could Ye Han let him go?
"Why!"
A sigh came from his mouth.
Finally, he glanced at Wushuang Pavilion behind him.
"That's all!"
Du Heng shook his head, then he reached out with his big hand and a long knife appeared in his hand.
"Pavilion Master!"
Everyone in the hall was shocked.
"All of this started because of me, and it should end because of me. Take my body and surrender. With Ye Han's personality, I shouldn't make it difficult for you."
"What?"
"No, you can't do that, Master."
“Crack!”
Under the gaze of everyone, Du Heng wiped it directly towards his neck.
Then a fragile voice was heard.
His head slowly fell to the ground.
From then on, the leader of the Wushuang Pavilion completely fell.