Su Yi stopped in place.0

“Want to fight?” Su Yi asked without so much as turning his head.1

Off on that distant stretch of battered land, the thin man seated cross-legged slowly rose. “You’re a human cultivator. It’s only out of consideration for that fact that I spoke up to warn you, so why… aren’t you listening?”0

He flashed through the air, appearing close to Su Yi instantaneously.0

His hair and beard were disheveled, and his youthful face was as cold and firm as a rock. His eyes were sharp and surging with terrifying sword intent.0

Upon closer inspection, where the thin man stood, he was like a mountain supporting heaven and earth. He seemed utterly unshakable.0

Even more terrifyingly, extremely condensed sword intent surged around him, creating an endless cycle of rejuvenation. It had a flawless charm!0

Even ordinary World Kings would have been instantly intimidated in the face of such an opponent, and their hearts would have filled with despair.0

Su Yi’s gaze focused, and he took a deep look at the man. “Your attainments in the Dao of the Sword are quite decent, but I urge you not to proceed down the wrong path.”0

With that, he took a step forward.0

One step,...0