Ye Ling, with an arrogantly pointed sword tip, left Xuanling Zi stunned.
"Ye Ling, have you lost your mind with fear, or have you gone insane? Are you spouting nonsense, or are you talking about someone else?"
It wasn't that Xuanling Zi didn't believe Ye Ling was threatening him. After all, who was Xuanling Zi? He was the Sect Leader of the Xuanling Sect, and personally, he was a peerless powerhouse at the early stage of Divine Infant.
The Xuanling Sect was the synonym for the Xuantian Palace in the Martial World. For how many years had it been so, and who had dared to provoke him?
In his usual condescending manner, Xuanling Zi had almost believed himself to be the ruler of this Martial World, acting with impunity. But today, he was being threatened by Ye Ling, pointing straight at his face.
"What are you staring at? Are you deaf? I'm talking about you, lad!"
