"Creak, creak!"
A sound like metal grinding against metal rang out. It was completely different from what Yin Taiyang had expected—Ye Xiwen's shoulder had not been torn apart by his grip at all. Instead, he looked as though nothing had happened.
"Is that all? You're far inferior to Yin Taiping!" Ye Xiwen sneered. Then the blood and qi around his body suddenly trembled, directly shaking Yin Taiyang's hand away.
"Thud, thud, thud!" Yin Taiyang was forced back several steps before barely managing to stop, shock written across his face.
He could not believe it. How could this be?
At the side, strange lights flickered repeatedly in Ye Yueying's beautiful eyes, though no one knew what she was thinking.
Very quickly, the conflict between Yin Taiyang and Ye Xiwen drew the attention of many people inside the trading hall.
"Isn't that Yin Taiyang? Didn't he just return from training on the planets below? I heard he came back with quite a harvest. Why has he gotten into another conflict already?"
"What's so strange about that? Yin Taiyang is arrogant and unruly, always treating Yin Taiping as the one he has to measure himself against. Who knows how many people have clashed with him before? It's just that no one has ever been able to do anything to him. But who is this person? He actually managed to shake Yin Taiyang away—he's got some real skill!"
The surrounding crowd discussed it heatedly, all beginning to speculate about Ye Xiwen's identity. Yet no one recognized him, thanks to how low-profile and reclusive Ye Xiwen had been over the past year or so.
"You're courting death!" By now, Yin Taiyang was thoroughly enraged, completely provoked by Ye Xiwen. "Even if you're a Ye Family disciple, no one can save you today! Though I can't