On a quiet night, on a plain, Ye Xingchen watched the bonfire before him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. After hearing the rumors about Bear Child, he smiled and casually waved his hand. A great sword formed from flame-colored light quietly vanished.
Having done all this, he rose to his feet, turned, and glanced around with a soft snort. Centered on him, strands of powerful Sword Qi instantly burst outward.
Across the plain, three powerful figures appeared. Around them, even space began to dim.
"Are you ready? Then prepare to die, you arrogant fool. You can't come to the Foreign Race and leave so easily."
"We came on our ancestor's orders to make certain you stay here. Stop. If you keep going, you'll die a miserable death."
Hearing their demands, Ye Xingchen smiled, then took a step forward. The Sword Qi bursting from his body instantly flared. At the sight, the powerful figures' expressions changed, and they instinctively raised their hands to attack.
Who could have expected a sudden thunderbolt to fall from the sky? Before they could react, they froze, then were instantly driven back! Standing beneath the heavenly lightning, Ye Xingchen looked like a deity from the heavens. He smiled and teased:
"An Immortal strokes the crown of my head; my hair is bound, and I receive eternal life. Since everything is settled, let's begin."
As his words fell, waves of powerful aura abruptly surged from his body. The powerful figures around him paled at the sight and immediately retreated a thousand meters.
"He deliberately lured us here because he wanted to borrow our strength to help him become an Immortal. This fellow is far too formidable!"
"Be careful. According to our ancestor, this fellow is an old monster reborn. If we push him too far,