Suddenly, the Young Marquis spurted out a mouthful of blood. Even if this spiritual tool was just a pseudo-spiritual tool, but there was still a trace of Yuan Shen attached to it. When Ye Xiwen scrapped the double-edged flying sword, he also thoroughly annihilated the spiritual link of Yuan Shen between the weapon and Young Marquis, and in addition to that, he had just received a palm attack from Ye Xiwen, so it was more like an injury over an injury, so he simply fainted altogether.
“Young Marquis!” The seven masters suddenly called out in alarm. They never thought that Young Marquis’s pseudo-spiritual tool would not be able to hurt Ye Xiwen, and Ye Xiwen’s long blade would actually chop down and shatter a precious pseudo-spiritual tool in just one strike.
Ye Xiwen stepped forward and while coldly staring at those seven people, he said in a calm and cold voice: “Say, last time, who directed you to deal with me.”