"Kid, you're not dead yet. You've got quite the luck."
"Elder, do you need something?"
Wang Ye noticed the hostility in the other's eyes and began to gather a force in his right hand.
He deliberately made this move so his opponent could see clearly, with only one purpose.
To turn the current situation into one where his opponent felt a bit cautious.
At this moment, a streak of cold flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, and a terrifying force erupted from his left foot, kicking forward fiercely.
The sudden burst of power instantly covered the space in front for tens of thousands of meters.
"Saintly Human Realm? With just this strength, you dare to strike at me?"
The cold voice already assumed Wang Ye couldn't succeed.
The figure, seductive to the extreme, flickered continuously, leaving afterimages all around.
The oppressing environment brought a sense of threat to Wang Ye, but it didn't make him panic.
