One day later. The entrance to the Sky Dimension.

The corners of Yang Ye’s mouth curled up slightly as he gazed at it, “Zi’er! Wait for me!”

Yang Ye was about to enter the Sky Dimension once he finished speaking, but he seemed to have sensed something and looked to the side. A middle aged man was walking slowly in his direction.

The middle aged man wore a plain robe, and he held a black spear in his grasp.

A peak Attain Dao Realm expert!

The middle aged man glanced at the entrance and gazed at Yang Ye, “You’re planning on running to the Sky Dimension?”

Yang Ye pondered deeply for a moment and asked, “Do you need something?”

The middle aged man chuckled, “I want to borrow your head. You don’t mind, right?”

Yang Ye pointed at his head, “Why don’t you come get it yourself?”

The middle aged man’s smile gradually became cold, “I will!” His spear shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

Meanwhile, Yang Ye’s sword suddenly stabbed forward.

The tip of their weapons collided.

In an instant, it seemed like time had...