"There's no one else nearby."
"Unless their cultivation is at the Late Stage of Celestial Immortal, there's no way I wouldn't have noticed!"
"A Peak of Mid-stage Celestial Immortal dares come alone to kill me…"
To be honest, aside from the Yang Family and the Ice and Snow Immortal Palace, Xu Yang really couldn't think of anyone else.
But are the Yang Family and Ice and Snow Immortal Palace really that stupid?
In an instant, Xu Yang brushed away stray thoughts and shot the black-clad figure a cold smile.
"No matter who you are, since you've come, don't dream of leaving."
Boom!
Xu Yang's fist crashed against the assassin's palm—a bone-chilling cold flooded in, making every bone in Xu Yang's body shudder. Yet his purified body surged, and the invading cold was instantly torn to shreds.
He staggered back several steps, spun on his heel, swept sideways, and reversed with a horizontal saber slash.
"Hm?"
The black-clad figure was shocked—this kid really was that strong.
