"Who are you?"
Instead of answering Ye Yun's question, the Guardian's eyelids narrowed slightly, and an astonishing sword gleam flashed from the depths of his eyes. He was ready to attack. The white-robed youth before him instilled a profound sense of fear, unsettling his heart. Only by drawing his sword could he find peace of mind.
Ye Yun looked at the masked man before him and said indifferently, "You are not worthy to know my name..."
"How arrogant!"
The Guardian's inner fury erupted like a volcano. Perhaps he could no longer endure this unknown threat and, without hesitation, brought his sword down in a slash. This sword light seemed born from the vast galaxy. As it descended, it shook the heavens.
"What a powerful sword!"
"Indeed, a great Cultivator of the Destiny Realm, with half a foot already in the Life and Death Realm!"
At this moment, countless cultivators in Enlightenment Square looked up at the sky, their faces filled with disbelief.
