After Ye Sheng broke through and comprehended 99 Dao rhythms, he headed towards the path of invincibility.
His physical body was also slowly improving. It was not far away from the next transformation.
At this moment, Ye Sheng's gaze was no longer limited to the younger generation. He would not be at a disadvantage when he fought with people from the previous generation.
Killing the purple-haired middle-aged man was nothing more than an interlude on this part of the journey for Ye Sheng.
His thoughts did not waver. He continued to advance toward Mount Longhu at a speed of eight hundred Li per day.
The next day, everyone in the world learned that Ye Sheng had killed an elder of the eleventh transformation of the Golden Core in the ascendance sacred land.
Many people drew in a cold breath. This was so terrifying.