"Boom!"
Satan was sent flying and smashed to the ground, spewing blood, his face pale, with bones cracking all over.
"You, you, you're too ruthless."
Satan roared angrily, his cold gaze fixed on Ye Xuan.
"Ruthless?"
Ye Xuan gave a helpless bitter smile.
Then.
Ye Xuan turned around, his expression utterly indifferent, a faint smile on his face, staring at the invincible strongman of the Mahayana Realm.
The invincible strongman at the early stage of the Mahayana Realm was an old man with white hair and a hunched figure, his face full of deep wrinkles, and a pair of sunken gray-brown eyes that made him look very old.
"Early stage of the Mahayana Realm?"
Ye Xuan observed the old man calmly, expressionless, and asked in wonder.
"Hehe."
The old man with white hair chuckled softly.
"You killed my three disciples, this enmity must be avenged."
The old man with white hair said indifferently.
"Hmm."
Ye Xuan nodded.
