As soon as Yuan Qiubai finished speaking.

Hiss!

Yuan Qiubai’s head had vanished while a fountain of blood shot up from his neck. Meanwhile, a head had appeared in Yang Ye’s grasp, and there was a small shield at the center of the head’s forehead. At this moment, it had struggled free of Yuan Qiubai’s forehead and intended to flee. However, it didn’t take long for Yang Ye to catch it and toss it into the tiny vortex.

Once he was done, Yang Ye gazed at the old man. Surprisingly, the old man was very calm, and he didn’t look angry at all.

Yang Ye said, “I’m quite surprised!”

The old man replied, “Surprised about how calm I am?”

Yang Ye nodded.

The old man gazed at him and said, “He’s dead, so what’s the point of getting angry? No matter how angry I get, he’s still dead, right?”

Yang Ye nodded, “Indeed!”

The old man said, “His death can only be blamed on himself. He didn’t possess sufficient strength yet insisted on overestimating his ability, and he even acted complacently and looked down on his opponent just because he had a Void Rank treasure. If he doesn’t change that attitude of his, then even if he survived you, he’ll die at the...