"Yes, my lord!"
Chen Dao and his three companions dared not hesitate in the slightest at Ye Ling's command.
Without any hesitation, the three stopped their attack and immediately stepped aside.
The cold gaze of the Qiankun War King once again landed on Ye Ling, and with a cold laugh, he said, "Your four Great Grandmasters are no match for this old man; do you really think you are?"
"Whether or not I am a match, why not try and find out?"
Ye Ling shook his head with a smile, speaking calmly.
The moment his words fell, Ye Ling instantly appeared in front of the Qiankun War King like a ghost.
Without any fancy attacks, Ye Ling didn't even release his own aura.
He simply extended a hand, directly grasping the Qiankun War King's throat.
Terrifying power erupted, and the Qiankun War King was lifted off the ground by Ye Ling's single hand.