Kill!

Kill every instant of injustice!

That was Yang Ye’s path!

It could be summed up with a single word—kill!

The old man was extremely swift, so swift that it was beyond description. Yang Ye couldn’t even react at all before the old man arrived in front of him, and then Yang Ye felt like a mountain was pressing down upon him!

Bang!

Yang Ye hadn’t even done anything when his figure was pushed backward repeatedly, and the pressure pressed down upon him without letting up at all.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Horrifying sounds of space being torn open resounded!

It was the space beneath Yang Ye’s feet!

Suddenly, Yang Ye stomped his right foot down, and then a sword howl resounded.

Bang!

A ray of sword energy descended before Yang Ye, and a huge gap was instantly sliced open in the powerful pressure.

However, a palm suddenly slammed against Yang Ye’s chest!

Bang!

In an instant, Yang Ye was far away, and his figure was curved forward while he used his sword to support himself.

There was an extremely striking palm print on his chest.

Yang Ye...