1564 His Powerful Weapons Mean Nothing to Me! (1/2)
People looked at Ye Xiao. They couldn't believe it.
”Don't be surprised. This is the power of the Monarch's Hall.” Ye Xiao looked indifferent and said in a calm voice, ”No matter who comes to this place, I decide his life and death. If I want him to die, he won't live. From now on, I will not hide this power from the world!
”The power of a Monarch is used not only to bring grace to the world but also control death!
”This is the Monarch's Hall!
”I believe nobody else has the power to kill this man and watch him die like we just did.”
Ye Xiao finally smiled. He looked at a man and said, ”You all saw it… We are safe.”
The others nodded.
They knew what the Lord Monarch meant. They knew what they had seen, and they knew they were safe.
”I guess you all have learned the landscape of this place. I hope… I hope that we won't need the array formation to kill the enemy. I hope that you can defeat the enemies with your own hands!”
Ye Xiao inspired the others.
”Yes, we will!” Meng Youjiang stood straight up. His eyes were on fire.
'It must be the most terrible mistake the seven clans have done and will do to leave Ye Xiao for Ye Yunduan!'
The lotuses should follow the Great Ye Clan, but what a pity! That master was not as good as this!
The purple light that shined upon the Monarch's Hall was eye-catching. Every cultivator in the City of Chaos had noticed it, but nobody heard anything.
It didn't make sense. Many people jumped up in the sky and looked over. Some good ones flew over to check what had happened.
Many people realized how abnormal the purple light was!
When they arrived, the purple light was off. What was left was the green color of the trees and plants. Some cultivators who had the marvelous capability of spiritual mind only got to find some purple color on the leaves.
The Hall of Life and Death was silent.
It seemed nothing ever happened. There was no sign of any fights.
The cultivators shook their heads and then left. 'The purple light… I saw it. It was glaring… There should be some great damage somewhere. I don't see any trace of destruction here… Was it somewhere else?'
'Was that an illusion?'
'What a stroke of bad luck… I must have missed the chance to see that purple energy!'
…
Unlike those who came and found nothing, people of the Monarch's Hall were thrilled.
They felt so good as if something was giving them a massage from the toes to the head.
For the Monarch's Hall, a level-six Saint Origin Stage cultivator was a man beyond the clouds. However, people of the Monarch's Hall actually watched that man die in silence!
He had become ashes scattering in the air.