"I don't care whether you're man or ghost. This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"
Seeing no ambush, and with his middle-stage cultivation overpowering an early-stage opponent, Old Devil White Bone felt supremely confident.
At that moment, his words rang out firm and forceful, giving the distinct impression that he held every advantage.
Boom!
The spirit pressure of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage bore down on him, but his twenty-one-zhang true form stood unmoving.
Although his spirit pressure was slightly weaker, Liu Yu seemed as immovable as a mountain.
He was indeed somewhat surprised to see that Old Devil White Bone had quietly broken through to the middle stage.
But this was the Astral Wind Layer, and no other cultivators had followed them here. He had no need to tie his own hands and feet for fear of exposing his identity.
With Liu Yu's current strength, if he could fight without restraint, the outcome would be no different even if White Bone had reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage!
If we weren't in the Astral Wind Layer, having to conceal my identity really would make this somewhat troublesome.
But here, I don't need to worry about so much.
Several thoughts flashed through Liu Yu's mind. Facing an opponent whose strength exceeded his expectations, he showed not a trace of panic, his eyes remaining icy.
"Is that so?"
Looking at White Bone, who believed victory was already in his grasp, Liu Yu suddenly gave a quiet laugh, his face expressionless.
"Hmm?!"
Seeing his opponent remain unhurried even after he revealed his middle-stage cultivation, Old Devil White Bone was now the one gripped by uncertainty.
Looking at the perfectly composed "Ye Lingyun," he suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
"Playing tricks to seem mysterious."
"I'll see who you really