The Black Blade trembled, just like Ye Xuan's body, blood flowing, legs shaking, the body swaying as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment. But even so, the Black Blade in his hand, the sharp blade tip, was still pointing at the white-haired elder in the hall.
The words "Dare to fight, or not" awoke the consciousness of everyone present who had been stunned. Ye Xuan, with the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm Late Stage, had continuously slain two powerful beings of the Divinity Transformation Realm Middle Stage. This alone explained everything; Ye Xuan's strength did not match his cultivation, and it could even be said that Ye Xuan could cross a great realm and counter-kill some powerful cultivators.
Staying in the hall, the white-haired elder chuckled a few times. He held an icy cup, which shattered with a crisp sound. His dry eyes turned extremely cold, and he stared dead at Ye Xuan, speaking indifferently, "The gap between us, do you really not know?"
