The Sword Spirit glanced at Qin Bufan and said, “Even though my main body has suppressed all of you for 100,000 years, haven't I been trapped there for 100,000 years as well? To a certain extent, there’s actually no difference between us.”

Yang Ye’s profound energy was surging within him while he stayed vigilant. After all, Qin Bufan and the other defiant profounders had been sealed for 100,000 years, and it would be impossible for them to feel no resentment.

Qin Bufan glanced up into the sky and said, “Don’t worry, every enmity has a person responsible for it. I, Qin Bufan, know who my enemy is. Out of consideration for the fact that we’ve joined forces in battle, I’ll remind you that not everyone makes such clear differentiation like me. Since you have that ancient sheath with you, countless defiant profounders will definitely attack you in the future. After all, its main body has tortured us for 100,000 years.”

Yang Ye replied, “I don’t like to cause trouble, but I’m not afraid of it!”

“Right!” Qin Bufan nodded, and then he transformed into an arc of light that shot towards the distance.

“You’re leaving just like that?” asked Yang Ye.

“It’s too dangerous to stay with you!” Qin Bufan’s voice resounded from the sky.

The corners of Yang Ye’s mouth twitched while he said to himself, What a pity...