Yang Ye’s expression turned slightly solemn. He would never underestimate any opponent, let alone Lin Xiuran who was Daoist Zui’s disciple. With Daoist Zui’s strength and resources, how inferior could the combat techniques cultivated by his disciple be? Perhaps it was impossible for Lin Xiuran to possess a Heaven Rank technique, but a mid-grade Earth Rank or high-grade Earth Rank technique was extremely likely!

Yang Ye took a deep breath while he took a step forward, and then the profound energy within his body instantly started roiling. After that, he said, “Come, let me see exactly what combat technique allows you to feel such confidence!”

“Haha!!” Lin Xiuran roared with laughter. He laughed for a while before he suddenly moved his hands and formed a strange seal before his chest. As soon as he formed the seal, strands of white colored sword qi surged ceaselessly from the hilt of his sword to the tip of it. However, when the strands of sword qi arrived at the tip of the black iron sword, they strangely stopped moving, and then they formed into a fist sized ball of white light….

“Sword qi converging at the tip of the sword. A thousand strands of sword qi transforming into one….”...