"You worm, you're rather interesting."
Seeing Ye Lin so easily dissolve his attack, a flicker of surprise passed through Yun Xuan's eyes.
Though it had merely been a casual strike, it was still not something an ordinary person could withstand.
This worm had strength worth looking at.
With a beckoning gesture, Yun Xuan summoned an Emerald Green Sword into his hand.
Yun Xuan, who had seemed ordinary moments ago, suddenly erupted with an imposing aura. Terrifying Sword Qi coiled around him one strand after another.
"Gasp, the Bixiao Sword! Yun Xuan is getting serious?"
"No way, he's just a worm from some remote backwater. Is he really worth Yun Xuan going to such lengths?"
"This guy is finished. Yun Xuan already gave him a way out just now, but unfortunately, he failed to seize it."
"Only natural. How could these worms possibly understand Yun Xuan's power? They've been lording it over others in those remote lands for too long, thinking this is still their desolate little corner of the world."
"Yun Xuan is fighting seriously. This is a rare opportunity—watch closely."
The moment the Bixiao Sword appeared, the prodigies in the distance began discussing it among themselves.
After all, in all of Crimson Province, one could count on one hand the number of people worthy of making Yun Xuan draw the Bixiao Sword.
"What do we do? Do we make a move?"
In the distance, San Zang and the others stood rooted to the spot, staring intently at the scene ahead.
Xu Feng's expression was especially grave.
"Let's observe for now. Ye Lin wouldn't do anything he wasn't confident in, and Yun Xuan's prestige here is simply too great. Our status, meanwhile, isn't worth mentioning."
"If we act now, these people will definitely join forces to attack us. So we