Cangwu was furious as he looked at Ye Lin and Yun Qiyue before him.
He had noticed these two from the very beginning, but he had not looked into them too deeply.
After all, there were so many cultivators watching the battle nearby. These two were merely two among them.
However, later on, he sensed that something was off. Most of the other cultivators wore expressions of shock, delight, fear, excitement, and the like.
Yet these two had not shown the slightest hint of losing composure from start to finish, as though the great battle he had just fought had merely been a performance, a play.
Thus, the two of them had piqued his interest.
After leaving just now, he had quietly returned.
He wanted to see exactly where these two had come from.
Then, he heard two words.
Average.
He was average?
What arrogance.
"You said my strength is average?"
"Fellow Daoist, strength is not something you can boast into existence. It is fine if you like bragging, but if I happen to hear it, that is another matter entirely."
"Either kill me, or I kill you."
After Cangwu spoke, he released his terrifying aura without holding anything back, intending to suppress Ye Lin with it.
But although the aura was terrifying, Ye Lin remained as motionless as ever, not shifting in the slightest.
"You have some skill. No wonder you dared say such a thing."
"Come, then. Let me see just how capable you are."
Seeing that Ye Lin's expression had not changed in the slightest, Cangwu's lips curled upward.
This kid was rather interesting.
With the full force of his aura unleashed, even cultivators of the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm would have to struggle bitterly against it for quite a while.
Yet this kid before him had