One person dominates the entire scene!
Ye Fan stood in the air like a god or demon, looking down on everyone, his gaze sharp as a knife.
Every cultivator swept by his gaze couldn't help but feel a tremendous shock in their heart.
Cold!
Ruthless!
Ye Fan's gaze contained not a shred of emotion, looking at them as if they were cold corpses without a trace of life, sending shivers down their spines.
"How can this kid be so strange? Could it be that this king misjudged him? Does he truly have the potential to inherit the mantle of the Supreme?"
Bai Yan wolf continues to secretly observe Ye Fan while muttering to himself, then shakes his head: "Impossible, this king's judgment can never be wrong. This kid is definitely doomed this time!"
"Let me!"
Just as Ye Fan was scanning the crowd, a medium-built, unremarkable cultivator stepped forward, similarly expressionless, exuding a sharp aura like a sword drawn from its sheath, filled with murderous intent!
"Who are you?"
