The finger tigers on his hand sparkled brightly, and without a word, he punched forward.
"Crack!"
The space directly shattered; he faced the Treasure Tower head-on, battling in the air with the Nascent Soul, and for a moment, the treasure light scattered everywhere, the spiritual light dazzling.
The old man in rough linen clothes who spoke first seemed entirely unsurprised.
He glanced at the few who stood motionless, pausing momentarily on Chen Mo, Ying Ying, and Yan Sihuo, his lips subtly curving upward: "My junior brother has already gone; I wonder who among you will resolve me?"
"I will."
Li Ye stepped forward.
A smile played on his face, seemingly shimmering under the sunlight spilling from the Heavenly Dome.
"...You?" The old man in linen clothes was first surprised, then angry: "True Man Lingye, how long have you been in the Golden Core stage?
You're relying on your assumed immortality, taking me as your sharpening stone, aren't you?"
