Godly Zombie Combining System

Seventh-Grade Chosen One couldn't help but fly into a rage when he heard this.    

    

"Sect Master!" Seventh-Grade Chosen One stared at Ye Lee. "Don't force me!"    

    

The disciples on the square were also shocked to the extreme. They really couldn't understand what kind of problem Ye Lee had. Could it be that he was begging for death?    

    

"Force you?" Ye Lee smiled faintly, "A piece of trash like you is worthy of me, Ye Lee, forcing you?"    

    

"Ya!"    

    

When Seventh-Grade Chosen One heard Ye Lee's words, he could no longer hold himself back. He shouted loudly and flew towards Ye Lee.    

    

He couldn't care less. He didn't care if you were the Sect Master of Divine Sword Sect or not!    

    

At this moment, Seventh-Grade Chosen One only knew that he wanted to stab the sword in his hand into Ye Lee's body.    

    

All the disciples on the square watched the scene with their eyes wide open. They realized that Ye Lee didn't dodge at all.    

    

In front of them, the sword in Seventh-Grade Chosen One's hand was only a line away from Ye Lee.    

    

"Why isn't Sect Master dodging?" A disciple exclaimed.    

    

After the disciple cried out in shock, Seventh-Grade Chosen One's sword had already pierced through Ye Lee's body.    

    

Nail!    

    

Originally, they all thought that Ye Lee only wanted to die, or else he wouldn't have stopped dodging.    

    

But even if they thought for ten days and ten nights, they would never have thought that Seventh-Grade Chosen One's long sword would actually make a sound of steel colliding with Ye Lee's body.    

    

"How is this possible?"    

    

Seventh-Grade Chosen One's eyes were the biggest in history, and his face was filled with shock.    

    

Ye Lee smiled leisurely and said faintly, "What is impossible? Do you think I am as useless as you?"    

    

Seventh-Grade Chosen One raised his head and looked at Ye Lee in a daze. How could he say a complete sentence?    

    

"You can leave now." Ye Lee said slowly.    

    

Seventh-Grade Chosen One swallowed his saliva. His sword made a sound of steel colliding with Sect Master's body.    

    

Ye Lee shook his head. He thought that Seventh-Grade Chosen One was already crippled, but he had actually frozen like a Clay Carving. This was truly ridiculous.    

    

"Ah!"    

    

Suddenly, this Seventh-Grade Chosen One was thrown down from the arena by Ye Lee.    

    

Silence, a deathly silence.    

    

All the disciples on the square looked at Ye Lee with extreme shock. Of course, they didn't expect this to happen.    

    

"By the way, i, Ye Lee, am the Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect. Do you accept me?" Ye Lee glanced at all the disciples in the square and said in a flat tone.    

    

The disciples on the square regained their senses after hearing what Ye Lee said. Some of them did not know how to answer.    

    

Looking at the hesitant faces of the disciples on the square, Ye Lee sighed again and said slowly:    

    

"A clown is a clown. He doesn't even dare to speak."    

    

He couldn't accept it!    

    

I refuse to accept this!    

    

I refuse to accept it!    

    

Suddenly, all the disciples in the square shouted. They had never seen someone as arrogant as Ye Lee.    

    

Ye Lee smiled to himself. He wanted these people to be unconvinced so that he could defeat them.    

    

"Since you are not convinced, come up and fight me, Ye Lee." Ye Lee said slowly.    

    

As soon as these words were spoken, all the disciples in the square are upset. Although they were very dissatisfied with Ye Lee, they were still very dissatisfied with Seventh-Grade Chosen One's strength.    

    

"Look at all of you! How dare you not accept me, Ye Lee?" Ye Lee's jade-like face revealed a touch of ridicule.    

    

"Let me do it!"    

    

Suddenly, a thunderous shout entered everyone's ears.    

    

Dong! Dong! Dong!    

    

Following that, the deafening sound of footsteps approached.