Battle

Le Wen, wonderful.

Their battle made no sound, like threading through flowers and plucking leaves, yet danger lurked at every turn.

Spiritual energy surged outward, and black fissures gradually appeared around them. The slightest misstep could cost them their lives.

Yet his opponent seemed to have no such reservations, always driving Ye Tian into desperate straits, as though he wished he could kill Ye Tian on the spot.

But Ye Tian's expression remained calm. As the black fissures widened one by one, his heart instead gradually settled.

The scenery around them began to shift subtly, from mountains ablaze with flowers to autumn winds scattering fallen leaves, then to heavy snow before green grass spread like a carpet once more. As the four seasons turned, the two exchanged a palm strike and each retreated a step.

"How were you here?" Ye Tian truly had no favorable impression of this man, yet he kept running into this harbinger of misfortune.

"Why couldn't I be here?" The man in tight black clothes glanced sideways at Ye Tian, stretched out one hand, and seized him.

But his expression changed the next moment, because the real Ye Tian was standing behind him, smiling faintly.

"The way you smiled simply made me want to vomit." The man in black gritted his teeth.

"Make your move." Ye Tian spoke softly.

"What a contradiction. Actually, I didn't want to kill anyone." Yao Bo looked at Ye Tian, who seemed somewhat angered, extended his hand, and slowly examined it.

Ye Tian said no more and turned to leave, but Yao Bo behind him clearly had other ideas. He sent a streak of black light at Ye Tian's back.

Ye Tian turned and caught it. It felt remarkably heavy in his hand. Opening his palm, he saw that it was