A young man was standing before Yang Ye. He was a little over 20, wore an embroidered robe, and his long hair was tied up behind his head. Besides that, there was a bright red mark on his forehead. It was the shape of a lotus, and it was gorgeous yet mysterious.

The man was holding a green sword. Its tip looked like the tongue of a snake, and it was pressed against Yang Ye’s forehead.

The man had a cold smile on his face as he gazed at Yang Ye.

He hadn’t noticed that faint golden light was flickering below Yang Ye’s skin.

Yang Ye was about to speak when the man withdrew his sword and moved 300m away.

The man waved his sword about, and rays of light flickered from it. After that, a smile curled up on his lips, “I heard of your name as soon as I arrived in the outside world, and they said that you’re the number one genius of the large universe and the number one sword cultivator too. Now it seems like you don’t deserve your reputation at all!”

The man chuckled at this point,...