Volume 2, Chapter 203: The immortal draws his sword.
Upon hearing this, the guardian of Ci Chen Palace's eyes became even brighter.
The tone became more sinister again.
"I'm not threatening you, I'm ordering you to let him go?"
At this moment, Ye Tingmu felt that the man in front of him was a little ridiculous.
He said bluntly: "Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are?"
He spoke in a defiant tone, with a hint of arrogance on his face.
Logically speaking, this is nothing.
But when it comes between two people with huge differences in strength, or when the theoretically weaker one says it to the stronger one, it has a somewhat different flavor.
At least at this moment, the people in the dark looked at Ye Tingmu with a look as if he were a fool.
The child in front of me has a fearless childhood.
The man's face became increasingly gloomy.
Soon, a long sword appeared in his hand.
The sword is three feet long, pitch black, and is surrounded by the aura of primordial immortality.
"You can try it, I have ten thousand ways to make you suffer a fate worse than death!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu also put away his smile.
"Heh... I hate it most when people act cool with me. I really want to see how they make me suffer."
A childish yet murderous voice fell.
Ye Tingmu stepped on his toes and jumped up half a meter.
Then it fell heavily.
The terrifying power of the primordial immortal body acted on the coffin.
With a loud "boom..."
It fell with tremendous force.
The coffin was buried.
He actually crushed Yu Gu's body into two pieces.
He also died completely after uttering the last trace of sorrow.
Before dying, he stretched his hands towards the sky.
As if trying to grab something.
His face was covered in blood.
It's terrifying and horrible to look at. He might end up like this if his body is torn into pieces.
The whole world was silent except for the roar just now.
It was strangely quiet at the moment.
Those who were hiding in the dark and watching stood there in a daze, their eyes slightly dull.
They may have thought that Yu Gu would die.
But they never expected that the 10-year-old child standing on the coffin, who looked harmless, could be so decisive.
Facing the threat of a powerful celestial being.
Kill if you say kill.
This is a naked provocation.
But at the same time, in their opinion, this is also courting death.
It's almost like cutting off all my chances of survival.
Their Adam's apples moved, and at this moment, they felt sympathy for the boy, because if nothing unexpected happened, his ending would probably be tragic.
It is also shocking because he is really brave, a kind of bravery that is almost equivalent to stupidity.
Of course, they also admired it. Such innocent actions and the fearlessness of the strong won their deep respect.
And he is only ten years old, but not only is he extremely powerful, he is also so decisive. He will surely become a great man in the future.
It would be such a pity if he really died.
But at this moment, even if they admired him, they would not rescue him.
Because they could feel that the man from Ci Chen Palace was angry.
The fact was just as they thought. When the man in the air saw this scene, he was also a little confused at first like everyone else.
There was a moment of trance in his eyes.
But soon he was overcome by anger.
Circles of blood-red light waves rose from his body.
I could vaguely feel the space around me becoming distorted.
The overwhelming rage surged from the bottom of his heart, and then scattered from the corners of his eyes, transforming into two blood mists.
When Ye Tingmu saw this, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
But his expression was unusually calm. Looking at his furious opponent, he even joked, "Oh, look at what you've done. You accidentally killed him. What should I do? I thought you, as an adult, wouldn't take a child like me seriously."
The words were light and airy, and although they were sarcastic, they were still gentle.
But when it fell into this person's ears, it sounded harsh to that gang.
It made him more irritable than ever before.
He raised the black sword above his head.
"You evil creature... Damn it, really... Damn it, just die..."
He suddenly roared and growled loudly.
When the long sword fell, the sword energy swept through the sky and moved forward from the sky.
Cut towards Ye Tingmu.
The overwhelming sword energy was like the rolling Yangtze River, endless.
The sky was broken along the way and the vast sky was cut off.
It fell to the ground and everything shattered.
In just a moment, it swallowed up the area ten miles in front of it.
Ye Tingmu's heart skipped a beat.
It has to be said that there is only one realm difference between celestial beings and immortals.
However, there is a natural difference in their strength.
This person only needed to lightly swing his sword, and his energy was so strong that it could last for a long time.
The fact that he could kill Baili shows how exaggerated his strength is as a powerful person in the celestial realm.
Feeling the overwhelming sword intent and the raging evil wind.
As the target of the attack, Ye Tingmu naturally did not dare to be careless.
He rolled over.
Leap into the ground.
The whole body was hidden in the coffin.
At the same moment he fell.
The sword energy has already arrived.
Collided with the black coffin in front of it.
There was a "boom..." that resounded through the heavens and earth.
The ground began to shake slightly again.
Where the coffin and the sword energy had just collided, countless clouds of dust were raised again.
It looked like there wasn't much difference from the previous battle.
The only difference is that the attacker just now has become the one being beaten.
Everyone who saw this scene held their breath, their eyes fixed on the place where the dust had not yet settled.
Because they could sense that the sword's power had weakened.
Or it could be said that the attack with that sword just now had already ended.
But they could still clearly sense that Ye Tingmu was still alive.
The breath that belonged to him was still there.
How could this person survive the attack from the Eleventh Realm Heavenly Immortal Realm?
So they were very curious about how Ye Tingmu did it.
It can also be said to be expectation.
They looked forward to it, stood on tiptoe, and waited for the truth to be revealed.
The man from Ci Chen Palace who drew his sword was still floating in the sky.
He knew it in his heart as well.
Ye Tingmu was not dead, and his sword could not kill him.
So for him, this was also something he couldn't figure out.
Therefore, even though he was still very angry at this moment, he did not draw his sword, nor was he in a hurry to rush forward to finish him off.
Instead, he was waiting for the truth to be revealed. He also wanted to see how Ye Tingmu survived.
I don’t know how long it took, thirty breaths, or maybe a minute.
Wait until the smoke clears.
The scene before their eyes also appeared clearly in everyone's sight.
It was a ruin, ravaged over and over again.
All the trees are dead, but the world is full of new mud.
Ahead of the sword energy, a deep ravine stretched out in all directions.
Just as he was moving forward, he was blocked by something.
It was a coffin, flashing with an inky light.
It was this coffin that blocked the sword of the fairy.
Compared with the several-meter-deep ditch in front of the coffin, it seems so out of place standing here.
But even so, there was not a single sword mark on the coffin.
Not even a slight one.
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