Ye Xuan watched the scene unfold with an impassive expression, yet in the next moment, his pupils suddenly constricted sharply, for he saw space itself twist in front of old man Tian Yin and the others. Then, a slender and pale hand reached out from it, flicked a finger, and an invisible fluctuation dispersed, crushing the fierce sword light into nothingness.
"Hmm?"
Seeing this, a solemn shade took hold of Ye Xuan's face as his eyes remained fixed on the distorted space before Tian Yin and his companions, where a vague figure began to emerge.
"Hehe... What an audacious youth, committing heinous crimes unchecked. You refuse to surrender and even attempt to slay an Elder of the Emperor Xi Sect. It seems you can't be left alive today."
