The gray-clad old man was stunned. He knew Ye Chen was at the peak of the Mystic Realm, and his own aura—that of a Pseudo-Immortal—should have exerted some level of suppression.
Yet, as it stood, there was no suppression at all. His aura seemed utterly useless against the sword energy emanating from Ye Chen, which sliced through it with alarming ease.
In the nick of time, the middle-aged man beside the elder struck out. A flash of light erupted from his hand, and an axe materialized, forming a screen of light to shield the elder. Even so, the man was blasted back several dozen meters, and a clear, deep sword mark was left etched into the surface of his axe.
Chapter 540