Yang Ye’s heart shook when he noticed Saint Liu Yun’s killing intent, and he hurriedly said, “Senior, I’d like to inherit Senior’s mantle. I hope Senior will fulfil my wish.”

An Nanjing intended to say something but Yang Ye grabbed her hand, and then he smiled and said, “An Nanjing, you’ve inherited the inheritances of so many Martial Gods, so allow me to have this senior’s inheritance, alright?”

An Nanjing gazed at him for a short while before she nodded, but there was a trace of bewilderment in her eyes.

The killing intent in Saint Liu Yun’s eyes dispersed when he heard Yang Ye, and then he put on a smile again and said, “Kid, even though your strength isn’t bad, and even your potential is good, but you’re much more inferior to this little girl. To be honest, I don’t want my mantle to be passed down to a mediocre person. Even though you aren’t mediocre, someone else is more outstanding that you, understand?”

Yang Ye nodded and said, “What if I possess the Enlightened Sword Heart?”

“The Enlightened Sword Heart?” The expressions of the old man in Daoist robes and Saint Liu Yun changed slightly....