บท 1833: Disjointed Generation

In this half a year, Ye Yuan only unleashed one sword against them every day.

This sword was peerlessly powerful, sufficient to take their lives.

At first, including Baili Qingyan, they could not even move a muscle.

If Ye Yuan had the intent to kill, they would have long died until they could not be any more dead.

One could say that this half a year's time, they would tour the gates of hell once every day.

When it just started, Yi Qingxiang and Jiang Xueyan's spirits were virtually about to collapse.

Under such a swift and fierce sword, they did not have the strength to resist at all.

That kind of powerlessness put them at a loss on what to do.

Ever since entering the sect, they had always been proud children of heaven, regarding themselves being head and shoulders above over others in all respects. When had they thought that they would be so powerless when facing a peer?

But as time passed, they were already numbed.