Zhang Qiao’s face became pale after being pointed at by Ye Qingtian’s sword, and he didn’t even dare to take a bigger breath. But his pupils were filled with flames, and he clearly wasn’t convinced by the result. “Ye Qingtian, do you dare to compete with me again?”

“This is an older generation saint disciple? I don’t have the time and mood to play around with you, so get lost!” Lin Yun sheathed his sword and turned around to leave. He didn’t even take another bat at Zhang Qiao.

“Ye Qingtian, I haven’t lost yet!” Zhang Qiao was briefly stunned before he started to laugh after seeing Ye Qingtian leave. When he said that, he summoned his constellation. It was an ancient three of a few dozen feet. The ancient tree was enveloped in a death aura, and Zhang Qiao circulated the nirvana aura within his body.

In a split second, the aura of the second transformation of the Nirvana Stage and his constellation’s...