The white haired old man and the others had gloomy expressions on their faces when they heard Yang Ye.

The old man stared at Yang Ye, “Do you realize what you’re saying?”

Yang Ye looked the old man in the eyes, “Do you need me to repeat myself?”

Snowy was his reverse scale. Since the old man wanted Snowy’s soul to be made into an equipment spirit, he would naturally not be nice to the old man.

The white haired old man didn’t spear further. He raised his right hand and stretched it forward before making a clawing motion at Yang Ye. In an instant, a huge hand that could hold up the sky emerged from the space above Yang Ye, and then it clawed down at him.

A vicious glow flashed through Yang Ye’s eyes. He didn’t waste his breath at all and just drew his sword.

Om!

A sword howl resounded as a ray of sword energy shot up into the sky. It was extremely swift and instantly slammed against the hand.

Boom!

As soon as they collided, an explosion erupted, and the aftershock caused ripples to surge through space.

The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly,...