"Ye Demon, have you not realized it yet?"
A few traces of coldness brushed past the face of the Carefree Saintess, and at this moment, she curved a trace of ruthlessness at the corner of her mouth, speaking coldly: "So many strong ones are approaching you, yet you feel nothing."
"No, no, I think you have a misunderstanding about the word 'strong'."
Ye Xuan, looking down from above, with a contemptuous gaze, kept staring fixedly at the Carefree Saintess and said indifferently: "Those people, I don't even consider them worth mentioning."
"Arrogant!"
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out abruptly.
A sharp sword light flashed through the air and directly slashed towards Ye Xuan's head.
"Hehe."
Ye Xuan chuckled faintly, his gaze extremely cold. He raised his head to stare at the sword light in the air and said apathetically: "Based on an ant like you, dare you use a sword technique in front of me? Merely Mahayana Realm Middle Stage, with just sword drawing, I can kill you."
