C891 One Minute
C891 One Minute
Before Ye Ziheng could open the door, a disciple walked over and said to him.
"Hello, Senior Brother Ye."
Ye Ziheng looked at him and nodded.
"What's the matter?"
The disciple didn't say anything when he saw Ye Ziheng asking.
"Are you going to send all the First-grade Stage and Second-grade Stage disciples back home?"
When these words came out, all the disciples present couldn't help but be startled. They all looked at Ye Ziheng with fear in their eyes.
Obviously, many of the warriors present didn't know what was going on. Otherwise, they wouldn't have revealed such an expression.
"Yes, I was the one who wanted to dismiss them."
Ye Ziheng did not have the slightest intention of hiding anything. He replied very straightforwardly.
"Why?"
The disciple asked. His tone sounded like he was interrogating a criminal, causing Ye Ziheng to be in a bad mood.
"Are you a disciple of that sect? What status?"
Ye Ziheng didn't answer his question immediately, but asked first.
The disciple seemed to have heard something from Ye Ziheng's words. He frowned and looked at Ye Ziheng, but he still spoke fearlessly.
"Fairy Crane Sect, a core Fifth-grade Stage disciple. Be careful."
The disciple spoke word by word, as if he was going to fight Ye Ziheng to the end.
When Ye Ziheng heard this, he revealed a faint smile.
"Fifth-grade Stage, have you sparred with anyone before? Or have you really fought with real weapons?"
Yan Shou nodded his head.
"I did. I've been fighting with evil sect disciples for the past six months. My cultivation base went from Rank-4 to Rank-5."
After Ye Ziheng heard this, he smiled and nodded his head, then asked.
"Then can you tell me how many Rank 1 Heretic Warrior you can kill in a minute?"
Yan Shou did not seem to understand what Ye Ziheng meant at first. He only felt that Ye Ziheng was trying to anger him. He snorted and said.
"One minute, hmph, one slash each, at least five to sixty."
"What about the Rank-2 ones?"
"[A little less, but at least 40 people can be killed.]"
At this time, Ye Ziheng revealed a smile and asked.
"How long can we kill those 1600 people?"
Yan Shou wanted to say something, but before he could say it, he suddenly realized something. He turned to look at the thousands of disciples behind him and became silent for a long time.
"Your Fifth-grade Stage cultivation base. You can kill nearly 60 First Grade martial artists in a minute. As far as I know, it seems like there is more than one Fifth-grade Stage on the opposite side, and there is even an even higher Seventh-grade Stage. I don't know if there are any other warriors with higher cultivation levels up there. However, regardless of whether they are there or not, I only know one thing. If these Rank-1 and 2 martial artists were to go to the battlefield right now, they... They won't live for more than three minutes. "
After listening to Ye Ziheng's words, Yan Shou became completely silent. Indeed, in the eyes of high-ranked martial artists, these Rank-1 and 2 disciples... They did not even need to spend much effort. With a gentle wave of his hand, he could kill all these Rank-1 and 2 disciples.
As for Ye Ziheng, as a Ninth-grade Stage, the martial artists who stood at the top of this world understood the inferiority of these Rank-1 and 2 disciples in the eyes of high-ranked martial artists.
Simply put, if he wanted to kill all these First Second-grade Stage disciples, a minute was enough for him.