Southern Domain’s Change

Under the soaring flowers, it was akin to a meat grinder, wantonly reaping the lives of these Purple Mansion Sect disciples.

After a hundred breaths, the entire mountain peak was already deathly silent.

Apart from Yue Mengli and a small minority, everyone was struck dumb with amazement by this scene.

All the Tranquil Cloud Sect disciples were staring fixedly at that young man's figure in the center of the battlefield, speechless from shock.

At this very moment, Ye Yuan was akin to a fiend god. Even the Tranquil Cloud Sect disciples were not able to easily recognize him.

"I-Is it Ye Yuan?"

After a long time, someone suddenly asked weakly, finally breaking the battlefield's serenity.

Ye Yuan turned around to look. It was actually someone familiar!

"Senior Apprentice Brother Zhang Jing!" Ye Yuan also said with a faint smile.