Ye Sihuang glanced at Sun Yao, a devilish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "You wanted the sword in my hand. I've already given it to you, but you didn't catch it. You can't blame me for that."
"You..."
Sun Yao almost spat out a mouthful of blood in anger, his old face gradually turning cold: "Boy, since you're so ungrateful, don't blame this old man for being rude! In this hell, no one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to me!"
Boom!
Suddenly, a powerful force erupted from Sun Yao's body, spreading around him. In an instant, the entire ground was uplifted, and stones flew towards Ye Sihuang with the whirlwind.
From start to finish, Ye Sihuang's handsome face showed no change, his blood-red eyes calmly watching Sun Yao.
That calm gaze made Sun Yao feel something wasn't right.
Then, everyone saw Ye Sihuang raise a hand...
Yes, he merely raised a hand without any extra movements...
