This is what a fucking gap looks like!
Ye Tian almost couldn't help but directly point at the stranger with the sword and curse, what do you mean! Are you playing with me? Kill if you're going to kill, I'm a man with dignity, alright!
The clothes on his chest were already dyed bright red with fresh blood, and the tip of the sword that had fallen on the dark lake surface still emitted an icy chill as if it could be lifted at any moment to stab towards Ye Tian's heart. Indeed, the tip of the sword slowly lifted, but the giant sword that was over ten zhang long suddenly shrunk back to its original size in an instant, still held in that person's hand.
Sheathed the sword, then watched Ye Tian from afar with a face full of cold sternness.
His face was expressionless; of course, you couldn't clearly see his face at all, but Ye Tian could understand the full disdain that seeped through. It was like crushing an ant to death, not that he couldn't, but that he disdained to do so.
