"Ye Xuan, a demon of the Cultivation World. Now it seems, you're nothing special! Over the past two hundred years, heroes and powerful figures have emerged one after another, and those with extraordinary talents are countless. You are nothing but trash. How dare you kill my grandson, I want you dead!"
The gray-robed elder's cold eyes grew even colder at this moment, sharply berating.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the gray-robed elder, like a ghost, charged at Ye Xuan with incredible speed.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Ye Xuan's expression was grave, not daring to be careless, as the black blade in his hand slashed out with a "boom".
The large hall of the villa, with walls around it, was sliced into countless cracks after several "screeching" sounds, terrifying and horrifying.
"Clang!"
A dull saber sound rang out.
The sharp Sword Light, like a layer of waves, slashed through the walls with a "boom".
"Bang!"
The wall immediately exploded, leaving a striking saber mark.
