"Madman, you madman."
At the end of Turquoise Pool, Daoist Qingsong turned ghostly pale, bellowing at Ye Xuan, drawing every Immortal's gaze toward him as though they were looking at a dead man.
"How could a mere three-thousand-year-old Peach be worthy of my consumption?"
With the calm of a light breeze and still waters, Ye Xuan rose to his feet. Under Daoist Qingsong's horrified stare, he walked toward the center of Turquoise Pool, paying no heed to any of the Immortals.
Thump—thump—thump.
Like the beating of the Killing Battle Drum, like the vast Star Sea churning, Ye Xuan walked forward. With each step he took, the entire Turquoise Pool trembled violently, unmistakably displaying his fearsome power.
Jade Emperor's face was gloomy as water, coldly staring at Ye Xuan. His Dharma Eyes tried to pierce through nothingness to discern Ye Xuan's true form.
