The tall figure's eyes focused intently.
"Do you know how many years I, Xu Ye, have lived? What kind of existence I am?
Yet you face me and dare to speak words from your mouth that I have never heard before!
Are you underestimating me?"
His gaze grew colder, and the large saber shape, condensed from white light in his hand, spread forward, almost hovering above Yang Yan's head.
The terrifying pressure, the terrifying power, caused the gray and hazy world around Yang Yan to ripple continuously.
Yet, Yang Yan showed no change in expression. His True Profound Immortal Pupil shone even brighter.
In this instant, his figure seemed to merge with the dim world, and the white light around him became even more dazzling!
"Xu Ye? This name—I've never even heard it!" he said without hesitation.
The tall figure looked down.
"Never heard of it? It seems I have indeed been here too long, far too long!
Martial artists in the human world have already forgotten my terror!
