One on one?

Yang Ye had never considered that. At the very least, he’d never considered fighting the white haired old man in single combat. One on one battles depended upon the opponent he faced. If he clearly was no match for his opponent yet still insisted on a one on one battle, then wouldn’t he be courting death?

Yang Ye was about to attack when the white haired old man suddenly said, “There are a total of nine young masters participating in our Yang Clan’s fight for the position of successor. Even though I don’t really know them well, I still know a little about all of them. But I’m sure that you aren’t any one of them!”

Yang Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly, “What are you trying to say?”

The white haired old man looked Yang Ye in the eyes, “I suspect you aren’t from the Yang Clan!”

At this moment, Yang Ye was using the Sword Domain to conceal his aura, so the old man couldn’t sense his bloodline at all.

Yang Ye replied, “Does it make a difference?”

The white haired old man laughed coldly, “Of course. If you belong to the Yang Clan, then the fact that you killed Yang Danqing and Yang Kong will be an internal matter of our Yang Clan, and we’ll use our own internal methods to deal...