Take Your Sword and Stab Me

When the disciples saw that Ye Li agreed, they could not help but heave a sigh of relief. They were afraid that Ye Li would not agree.

Immediately, all the disciples in the arena left the arena, leaving only the seventh-tier Chosen One and Ye Li.

Ye Li's expression did not change at all. He looked at the seventh-tier Chosen One indifferently. In his opinion, this seventh-tier Chosen One was really pitifully weak.

"Come."

Ye Li crooked his finger at the seventh-tier Chosen One.

When the seventh-tier Chosen One saw Ye Li beckoning with his finger, anger instantly rushed out from the top of his head. This was the first time in his life that someone looked down on him so lightly.

"Sect Master, please excuse me!" The seventh-tier Chosen One shouted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, this seventh-tier Chosen One stabbed at Ye Li in the air at a very fast speed.