"Undying old thief, look at what kind of disciple you have taken, so cowardly and afraid of death. Forget about breaking through the Immortal Realm, he can't even enter the Half-step Supreme Powers."
"Why don't I do you a favor and just kill him, then you can take another disciple who is much stronger than this waste. What do you think?" Ye Xuan sneered continuously.
"Ye Xuan, I advise you not to bring disaster upon yourself; some consequences you cannot afford to bear."
Even though the Undying Heavenly Lord's mansion was extremely deep, facing Ye Xuan's continuous ridicule, his expression gradually turned grim. Although the killing intent hidden in his heart did not leak out, his eyes were terrifyingly spinning.
"Bring disaster upon myself? Consequences?"
Crack!
"Ah!"
Ye Xuan laughed brutally, and his five fingers explosively unleashed terrifying power, actually twisting this person's neck alive.
