"Elder Taiyin, I was careless a few days ago, and you managed to keep your sorry life. However, miracles don't happen twice."
After Ye Xuan said these words coldly, his figure soared up ten thousand meters into the sky.
Moments later, a ferocious gale began to blow, and the sounds of thunder rumbled in all directions as a sense of oppression filled the air. Even the onlookers who were in the distance felt their hearts palpitate.
Yi Feng and Mo Gen were shocked when they sensed this powerful aura.
Ye Xuan slowly descended, raised his left palm, and said with a cold expression, "I'm not going to play around anymore. My time is precious. It's time to send you on your way."
Then, he lowered his palm in a swift motion, and sharp swords condensed in the sky and started falling like rain toward Elder Taiyin.
At this moment, Ye Xuan seemed to have become an immortal whose every move commanded nature and the elements.