He leapt out of the sedan chair, jumping down from the Second Level.
Landing on the ground, he waved his hand to store the sedan chair into his storage ring.
Scanning the surroundings, Yang Yan's gaze was sharp.
"Is he Yang Yan? The one ranked first on the Human List?"
"He looks so ordinary to me. Did he really kill Little Sword God, Ao Tian?"
"Doesn't seem like it, could he be that powerful?"
"Li Wan Hua and Leng Bi Yue both submitted to this man? Why?"
The surrounding cultivators watched Yang Yan and discussed fervently.
"Are you Yang Yan?" A projection clone surrounded by flying daggers stared at Yang Yan.
From top to bottom, he didn't see anything special about Yang Yan.
In his eyes, Yang Yan was too normal, too ordinary!
Unlike other Saint Heirs, who exuded uncommon traits.
"Yes, I've heard you want to kill me," Yang Yan said calmly.
The Dao Intent scattered from his body, creating ripples.
The void around him fluctuated, spreading out.
