"Why bother talking to him!"
Ye Jiliu could barely contain himself. Seeing the two unable to reach an agreement, even before Gongyang Sheng gave the order, he rushed out without regard for others.
As he moved halfway, he slapped his waist. With a "clang", a silver arc soared out of its sheath, twisting in the air and accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar and a tiger's cry, swiftly killing downward. Though the Dharma Sword had yet to approach, the chilling aura emanating from the blade had already shot forth.
Zhang Yan squinted at the incoming Dharma Sword, seeing its blade as white as snow, its cold light dazzling. There were countless silvery tendrils writhing on each side of the sword body, like branches spreading out, exceptionally unique. Hence, he did not take it lightly. With a long howl, a golden light burst forth from the top of his head, and amidst the swirling mist, a Nascent Soul with a revolving Five-Colored Light behind it emerged.
