The corners of Yang Ye’s mouth twitched slightly.

He didn’t say anything and just turned to look at the middle aged man. A moment later, the wooden sword appeared in his grasp, and then his profound energy started to surge madly.

As his profound energy surged, the wooden sword shook violently.

The middle aged man glanced at the wooden sword and said, “That’s a very good sword! Your sword is good, but I wonder if it’s master is strong!”

Yang Ye replied, “You’ll find out right now!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ye vanished on the spot, and the middle aged man stretched out two fingers at the exact same time.

In an instant, the surroundings fell silent.

At this moment, Yang Ye was in front of the middle aged man, and the wooden sword was less than three inches away from the middle aged man’s forehead. But it couldn’t move an inch further because the middle aged man’s fingers had clamped down on it!

The middle aged man gazed at Yang Ye, “That’s all?”

“Of course not!” The talisman on Yang Ye’s right arm suddenly vanished, and then...