Ye Long suddenly stopped laughing, leaving the entire scene filled with an overwhelming, jubilant uproar.
That surging morale rose like a dragon ascending to the heavens, shaking the wild expanse, and instantly silencing the group of disciples who had been clamoring just moments before.
In their view, a powerful enemy was never truly terrifying; what they feared most was their own ignorance of just how terrifying the enemy could be.
To say the least, they were no fools. Trapped under Ye Long's oppressive aura, it felt as though they were holding up the very heavens and earth, making every single step a struggle.
At that moment, if anyone were foolish enough to provoke him, they would undoubtedly meet with his thunderous strike.
Ye Long: "Fellow Daoists, none of you are a match for Ye. Please send someone who can actually fight!"
As his voice fell, it stirred extreme anger among the crowd.
After all, though they had seen countless arrogant fools in their time, they had never laid eyes on anyone so utterly overbearing.
Not to mention the hidden experts lingering in the shadows, who murmured among themselves, burning with righteous fury.
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