The white-robed young man who descended from the sky threatened to kill Zhaang Ye the moment he opened his mouth, his words incredibly domineering. As he spoke, his aura locked firmly onto Zhaang Ye. Zhaang Ye felt the temperature around him plummet, and even his exposed skin was coated in a thin layer of frost.
A Tornado materialized around Zhaang Ye, resisting the white-robed man's aura. He said nonchalantly, "Just now, Jiang Pingchuan also said I was a dead man. In the end, I didn't die, but he ended up in two pieces. Your Cultivation may be impressive, but you're not capable of killing me."
The white-robed young man gave a sinister smile and said, "When I make a promise, I always keep it. If I say you'll die, you're a dead man. Not even the gods can save you."
"Ah!"
