Midair.
When Ma Yuan saw Ye Xuan appear and effortlessly neutralize his Heavenly God's Finger, his heart tightened.
As if facing a formidable enemy, he released his divine sense, trying to probe the background of this green-robed man.
Yet in the perception of his divine sense, the man before him did not possess even the slightest trace of divine power fluctuation.
There was not even any sign of having Ignited Divine Fire, as though he were a complete and utter mortal.
Ma Yuan was filled with uncertainty, but as a Heavenly God, his pride would never allow him to show weakness before a few youngsters.
Although the rules within the Immortal Ancient Small World had loosened, the highest level of power it could accommodate was no more than the Heavenly God Realm. He was confident that here, no one could easily suppress him.
"Who are you, to dare meddle in this old man's affairs?" Ma Yuan demanded sharply, his eyes like golden lamps fixed dead on Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan did not even spare him a proper glance. He merely turned to the Witch beside him and said, "These natives of Immortal Ancient have shut themselves away for too long—even their brains have grown sluggish. Trash like this can cultivate into Heavenly Gods? What an insult to the Great Dao."
The Witch let out a coquettish giggle and chimed in charmingly, "The Venerable One is right. This old fellow is not only blind, but arrogant beyond measure."
Having been so thoroughly ignored and ridiculed by Ye Xuan, the fury in Ma Yuan's heart finally erupted.
He was the dignified chieftain of an ancient clan, yet he had been publicly humiliated by a brat without the slightest fluctuation of divine power. It was simply the greatest disgrace.
"You yellow-mouthed brat, putting