บท 1917: Making a Move

Jun Qiuyan got up. His sullen gaze was filled with murderous intent as he stared at Ye Futian.

However, right now, Ye Futian seemed to ignore Jun Qiuyan's existence completely. He faced the cliff face, giving off the feeling as though Jun Qiuyan was a jester. Jun Qiuyan had kept provoking him but was injured with just a word from Ye Futian.

Jun Qiuyan felt his face turn red hot. His murderous intent was menacing. Around him, many cultivators looked towards Ye Futian. They had cold and indifferent gazes. They stepped forward, and instantly, a furious pressure of the Great Path enveloped the endless space. It covered the entire area in front of the cliff face.

This caused the cultivators in front of the cliff face to frown. They felt slightly dissatisfied.