Innate Soul Light

"You're courting death!"

Gan Rusong shouted furiously. The spiritual power around him billowed his green robe until it snapped in the wind, while a Baleful Intent almost tangible in substance shot straight at Ye Zhen.

Yet in truth, Gan Rusong made no move at all. He remained standing where he was, merely putting on a bluff!

As for Ye Zhen, he had not moved in the slightest. In the state of Clear Heart Sword Intent, Gan Rusong's every fluctuation of spiritual power and Soul Power was as clear to Ye Zhen as the lines on his palm.

The instant Gan Rusong shouted in fury, Ye Zhen knew that he was bluffing!

Seeing the suspicion in Gan Rusong's eyes, Ye Zhen laughed instead. "Now this is strange. When I wasn't around, your Profound Moon Sect was leaping about everywhere, searching the whole world for me, Ye Zhen, desperate to kill me.

"You practically wanted to mobilize every martial artist in Qinglan Martial Capital to search for traces of me, Ye Zhen.

"But now that I, Ye Zhen, am standing before you, you don't dare make a move. What kind of logic is that?"

As he spoke, a mocking smile surfaced at the corner of Ye Zhen's lips. "Could it be that you weren't looking for me, Ye Zhen, to avenge your sect members and disciples, but to invite me back to worship as an ancestor?"

"Bastard!"

Ye Zhen's words turned Gan Rusong's face livid, yet he still did not strike in anger. His vast divine sense surged outward like water in all directions, searching for any possible ambush.

There was no helping it. Gan Rusong had made the same mistake as Yan Chang, Wu Hanke, and Gu Bufan, who had already been slain—he had underestimated Ye Zhen, greatly underestimated Ye Zhen!