Swoosh!
The next moment.
A young man appeared instantly in mid-air. The youth's aura was icy, holding only a broken sword in hand, exuding a mysterious aura from all over his body.
"Ye Shaoyou!"
The young man said coldly.
"Who is this little brat?"
Ye Xuan laughed. He naturally recognized this young man, a Heavenly Pride like Jun Wushuang, one of those few powerful individuals.
But Ye Xuan pretended not to know him and teased him instead, especially since he looked so young and naïve.
"How dare you insult me?"
Boom!
The youth's gaze was icy, and a hint of chill reached its extreme. The broken sword in his hand roared out, cutting through tens of thousands of strands of chill, directly slashing toward Ye Xuan.
"What a sharp sword intent!"
Ye Xuan was startled; even he felt threatened, proving the terror of this sword.
But fortunately.
Though Ye Xuan felt threatened, this sword couldn't harm him.
Bam!
