Suddenly, a strand of sword intent seeped out from within Yang Ye.

The old man shook his head slightly and was about to speak. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he instantly dispersed his technique. Meanwhile, his hair had instantly turned from black to snow white. Moreover, there were even many times more wrinkles on his face. He seemed like he’d instantly aged 100 years!

“What sword intent is that?” The old man’s eyes had shock in them.

“Decay Sword Intent!” Yang Ye walked over to the old man and stretched out his hand, “You’ve lost!”

“Is that the might of the Laws?” asked the old man.

Yang Ye nodded in response.

The old man gazed at Yang Ye for a short while, and then he shook his head and laughed bitterly, “I never expected that you’d actually comprehended the energy of the Laws, and it’s even such a powerful Law. I’ve really lost this time. I didn’t have much lifespan left, and now I have very little left. This is my fate!”

As he spoke, he passed the Saint Spirit Fruit to Yang Ye and said, “Go on. It’s best if you don’t stay in the city. While there aren’t many here who can kill you, there aren’t few either!”

As soon as he...