Which One of You Still Want to Challenge Me, Ye Li?

The seventh-tier Chosen One could not help but fly into a rage.

"Sect Master!" The seventh-tier Chosen One glared at Ye Li. "Don't force me!"

The disciples in the square were also extremely shocked. They really could not understand what was wrong with Ye Li. Could it be that he wanted to die?

"Force you?" Ye Li smiled faintly. "A piece of trash like you is not worthy of being forced by me, Ye Li."

"Ah!"

When the seventh-tier Chosen One heard Ye Li's words, he could not hold it in anymore. He shouted and flew towards Ye Li.

He couldn't care less. He didn't care if Ye Li was the sect master of the Divine Sword Sect!

This seventh-tier Chosen One only knew that he was going to stab the sword in his hand into Ye Li's body.

All the disciples in the square widened their eyes at this scene. They realized that Ye Li did not dodge at all.

In front of him, the sword in the seventh-tier Chosen One's hand was only a line away from Ye Li.