Yang Ye frowned slightly.

He’d been discovered!

Yang Ye shook his head. He knew that he’d underestimated the undying race.

He stopped concealing himself and walked out slowly from the shadows.

The man glanced at Yang Ye and said, “A sword cultivator?”

Yang Ye nodded.

The man chuckled, “Since you dared to come here on your own, I presume you’re very confident in yourself. Come, show it to me.”

Yang Ye glanced at the surroundings, “We’re fighting here? Aren’t you afraid it’ll get destroyed?”

The man smiled, “Don’t worry, it won’t.”

Yang Ye nodded slightly, “Then bring it!”

Hiss!

As soon as he said that, a flash silently appeared beneath Yang Ye’s foot, and then a sword arrived before the man.

A smile curled up on the corners of the man’s mouth, but it carried a trace of ridicule. At the instant Yang Ye’s sword arrived before him, he stretched out his right hand slightly, and a black barrier soundlessly appeared and stopped...