"I truly don't believe Brother Ye would cut down his cultivation base. Once a person stands on the peak, they would rather die than return to an ordinary life just to survive." The Saint Heir of Flickering Light laughed, his teeth white, his skin glowing with golden light, even his hair had turned golden, making him resemble someone clad in divine armor.
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. He finally saw the sharpness of the Saint Heir of Flickering Light. It was the first time he had launched an offensive against him. Although not very obvious, it laid down a fierce killing intent.
Ye Fan had said he would cut down his cultivation base, but the other party's remark left an indelible mark on everyone's mind, inevitably prompting many to test him in the future.
Sometimes a remark is more effective and terrifying than an actual battle. The Saint Heir of Flickering Light had casually planted a seed in everyone's heart with his words.
