Yang Dingtian seemed to sense Ye Wushuang as well. He turned his head, and his sharp eyes instantly shot out two jets of flame.
"Get lost, or I will crush you."
The cold rebuke, dripping with domineering arrogance, escaped Yang Dingtian's lips.
Ye Wushuang's previously closed eyes suddenly snapped open. His brow furrowed as he stared over, only to see Yang Dingtian still sitting cross-legged, utterly motionless.
Ye Wushuang gave a mocking smile. 'If Yang Dingtian truly had the opportunity, he would have killed me in an instant without hesitation.'
But he couldn't act on it. He could only issue empty threats, which posed no danger to Ye Wushuang.
"Crush me? Once I have my breakthrough, the first strongest disciple I'll cut down will be you." Ye Wushuang shot Yang Dingtian a cold glance before closing his eyes, casting aside all distractions to focus wholly on his comprehension.
