"This..."
Seeing this scene, every disciple of Qingcheng Sect was utterly dumbfounded, completely failing to react.
"How is that possible?"
The man with an arrogant face looked on in a daze, unable to fathom that Ye Luo, who seemed so ordinary, could possess such terrifying strength.
This junior brother of his had reached the Ninth Level of the Saint Realm, yet he was sent flying with one move, which was simply unbelievable.
"Get lost, all of you, don't spoil my appetite while I'm eating!"
Ye Luo commanded coldly, a sharp cold light flashing across his eyes as he briefly swept a glance toward the group, sending a shiver through their hearts and a wave of inexplicable chill over their bodies, especially for those with lower strength who even trembled slightly, eyes filled with fear.
"You..."
Hearing Ye Luo's exceedingly arrogant words, the man's face turned somewhat ugly, his gaze at Ye Luo flickering uncertainly.
"Senior brother, let's go!"