After Ye Futian spoke, the surrounding gazes all fell on him. A Nine-star Glory Plane cultivator had asked a Level six Dharma Plane cultivator if he wanted to die! However, Ye Futian's eyes were sharp. His aura really made one feel a slight pressure as if it wasn't just a threat. Where did he get the confidence from? At least, where did he get the qualifications to say those words?
Yan Lu arched an eyebrow. The sword intent was still present on his body. He gazed behind Lin Yueyao and a few guards walked forward. This was probably the source of Ye Futian's confidence.
"You can try," Yan Lu uttered coldly, staring at Ye Futian. As he spoke, the air around him seemed to turn solid. The people on the stone walls watched the fight quietly. Cold animosity bloomed on Ye Futian's face.
"Enough." Ruo Yu walked forward at this moment and stood before Ye Futian. "Senior Brother Yan, you've crossed the line."
