Day of the Decisive Battle

Hearing the Angler's words, Wang Haoran smiled faintly.

"You're not the first person to disrespect me, but you may be the one who dies the most miserably. Do you want to find out?"

As soon as he said this, the Angler's unmoving body finally shifted slightly. His deep gaze, which had been fixed on the water, turned toward Wang Haoran.

A sharp glint flashed in his profound eyes.

Given his cultivation of true qi, if he did not deliberately restrain it, even a single glance at someone could injure them badly enough to cough blood.

Yet the instant the Angler's gaze met Wang Haoran's, he felt an even greater force shoot out from that calm pair of eyes like lightning.

The Angler was horrified. The true qi within his body seemed to go out of control, surging wildly. As his blood and qi churned, a metallic taste filled his throat.

Fortunately, he clenched his teeth tightly. Otherwise, he would already have spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Since you had no intent to kill just now, I'll spare your life." Wang Haoran spoke lightly. Following the fishing line condensed from the Angler's true qi, he looked beneath the water and continued, "Condensing true qi into threads and weaving them into a net is a decent technique. But you won't catch the fish you want."

"Y-you're Ye Xuantian?!"

This Angler was undoubtedly Long Qianshan. Seeing Wang Haoran's technique and his excessively young appearance, he could only connect him to the recently rumored Master Ye, Ye Xuantian.

"I'm not Ye Xuantian. I only came to tell you something," Wang Haoran said.

"What news?" Long Qianshan's voice was no longer as deep as before, carrying a slight rasp.

"You are no match for Ye Xuantian. In this decisive battle, you will most likely