Yang Ye pressed his sword against the Buddhist Progenitor’s forehead while staring at the latter, “What do you mean?”

The Buddhist Progenitor said, “What we killed that day wasn’t his true body. No, I should say that he cultivated a clone, so unless all of them are killed, he isn’t truly dead. According to my knowledge, one of his clones still exists.”

Yang Ye asked, “Where is it?”

The Buddhist Progenitor looked Yang Ye in the eyes, “Let me go!”

Yang Ye fell silent for a long time before he said, “Alright!”

The Buddhist Progenitor spoke solemnly, “It’s at the undying race.”

Yang Ye nodded and said, “Sorry, I didn’t finish speaking just now.”

The Buddhist Progenitor was puzzled, “What do you mean?”

A smile curled up on Yang Ye’s mouth, and it was quite ferocious, “Alright, in your dreams!”

Hiss!

As soon as he finished speaking, his sword stabbed in the Buddhist Progenitor’s forehead, and blood sprayed.

The Buddhist Progenitor’s eyes opened...