In Yang Yan's philosophy, since this guy in front of him is from Huaxia, he really shouldn't be mingling with these people.
After all, their cultural ideologies are vastly different, their combat techniques vary, and so do their cultivation systems.
"It's all just a matter of survival. But now, whether I can survive longer depends on whether I can get past you."
The previous Sun said solemnly.
"Haha! You're overthinking it. After exposing so many of my trump cards, do you still think you can leave here alive today?"
Yang Yan said with disdain.
Since he had revealed so many secrets, he certainly wouldn't let these people have a chance to leave alive.
In this world, only dead men are reliable.
Yang Yan completed his final preparations, and his left eye turned silvery white, while his right eye turned blood red.
In these two colors of pupils, different powers flickered.
"Alright, let's begin!"
