"Who exactly are you?"
Ye Qingfeng's appearance was so abrupt that even the War King experts like Song Pashan hadn't detected it, leaving them utterly shocked. The five elders at the top also showed surprised expressions, their eyes all fixated on Ye Qingfeng.
"Swoosh!"
Just as Song Pashan spoke, he suddenly felt the entire world spinning, everything in his vision turned upside down.
He unexpectedly saw an extremely familiar body, causing his heart to tremble.
"Huh? Isn't that my body? How can this be?"
In the next moment, a head rolled onto the plaza's stone tiles, Song Pashan's eyes were wide open with disbelief, unable to rest in peace. Meanwhile, his body remained standing still, blood gushing from his neck.
"What?"
The remaining six protectors of the Divine Fist Sect were full of terror. Just seconds ago, Song Pashan was lively, but now he had died right before their eyes?
