The corners of the white-robed youth's lips held a smile that seemed eternal and unchanging, the slight curve of his cheeks lending him an added air of grace.
Wang Yu stared blankly at the youth. For some reason, he felt a warmth emanating from him.
The youth's earlier words still seemed to echo by his ears.
"I can!"
Seeing that the youth was no older than those Yellow Mountain Sect disciples, Wang Yu fell silent. He lowered his head and said nothing.
The youth smiled faintly and ruffled Wang Yu's hair.
"Just because the Yellow Mountain Sect can't do it doesn't mean no one else can. The Yellow Mountain Sect is nothing more than this!"
Though the youth spoke calmly, everyone around him could hear the pride in his words.
His voice was loud—so loud that even the Yellow Mountain Sect's middle-aged Daoist heard it.
The middle-aged man's face gradually darkened.
As his gaze fell upon the two of them, a trace of killing intent slowly flickered in his eyes.
The nearby Yellow Mountain Sect youths wore equally ugly expressions. One of them directly shouted.
"What kind of stray cats and dogs dare speak to my Yellow Mountain Sect like that? You're courting death!"
As he spoke, the youth shot forward, his half-step Immortal cultivation erupting at once.
In a Level Two universe, a half-step Immortal was a top-tier existence. Yet within the Yellow Mountain Sect, there was no telling how many half-step Immortals like this disciple existed.
The middle-aged man was in no hurry to act. He merely watched quietly.
That Yellow Mountain Sect disciple struck with a killing move from the very start.
His fist swept forward, driving straight at Yang Chen's face.
Violent gusts surged forth, forcing the surrounding crowd back. None dared draw even a little