"Bastard!"
Seeing himself teleported tens of thousands of miles away in an instant, Ye Xing Feng's killing intent surged in his eyes, nearly spilling over.
It was not merely because Lu Yang had toyed with him and teleported him away. More importantly, it was Lu Yang's cultivation.
"Foundation Establishment Middle Stage?"
As far as he knew, Lu Yang had formed his foundation less than a hundred years ago. Yet within that short century, he had comprehended a Lifebound Divine Ability, amassed enough Merit Fortune, and found the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.
His talent was outstanding!
But he is no match for me.
As a Sword Cultivator, Ye Xing Feng's judgment of both his own strength and his opponent's was incomparably precise. He had long seen that Lu Yang possessed no true means of dealing with his Flying Sword.
Though he did not know what method Lu Yang had used to seal one of his Flying Sword's mystical properties, it appeared that sealing one was already Lu Yang's limit. It affected his sword qi, but not by much. At most, Lu Yang could teleport him away; he could not truly harm him, much less defeat him.
With that thought, Ye Xing Feng's killing intent hardened further.
This boy absolutely could not be allowed to live!
The next second, he merged with his Sword Pellet once more and fled toward Lu Yang. With his sword-escape technique, crossing tens of thousands of miles would not take long.
Meanwhile, above the Star Sea.
Patriarch Tingyou looked at Lu Yang with an odd expression. "Didn't you say you wouldn't avoid his edge for the time being?"
"Patriarch, you misunderstand."
Lu Yang shook his head, his thick skin making him look utterly calm. "I merely spared his life for now. This is not yet the