Dong Fuyi's words sounded entirely different to the white-robed young man. The other party had clearly come to challenge him—or rather, to kill him.
"I only came to the Northern Ice Continent for some personal matters. I have no other harmful intentions toward the Northern Ice Continent!"
Though the white-robed young man was proud at heart, his years of traveling across the various continents had worn away some of his sharp edges. He had come here with matters to attend to and did not wish to stir up trouble.
A few days ago, four Nascent Soul cultivators had targeted him in a marketplace, following him all the way with the intent to kill him and seize his treasures. That was why he had acted and destroyed several of them.
They were merely four early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. He had finished them with one strike and had not even bothered to spare them a glance.
"Boy, you sure have a lot of nonsense to say. You're not going to make a move?"
Dong Fuyi was unwilling to waste any more words and pointed a finger. The white-robed young man's face turned cold. This old man had attacked the moment they met—how could he possibly fear him?
As he watched that seemingly weightless finger point toward him, an illusory finger instantly appeared before him and pressed directly toward his chest.
The white-robed young man said nothing more. With a faint chill in his expression, he flicked a finger as well, sending a streak of yellow light toward the phantom finger.
Bang!
A muffled sound, almost too faint to hear, rang out. The white-robed young man's originally frosty face changed at once. The yellow radiance he had unleashed shattered like a bubble the instant it touched that finger.
His counterattack might have looked