Xiang Qiankun just chuckled slyly, a sharp glint crossing his eyes.
Ye Ling took a deep breath, stood up, dusted himself off, and gave Mu Ran and Xiang Qiankun a fleeting glance.
"It seems you're after my Heavenly Dao Tree, right? However, I really want to see if either of you has the fate to enjoy it!"
Ye Ling waved his hand grandly, and the demon saber suddenly appeared in his hand. Within the blade, strands of purple-gold color crazily fluctuated, causing palpitations.
"Hmph! Arrogant!"
Xiang Qiankun snorted coldly, took a step, and his body fiercely leaped up, delivering a fierce and overbearing punch wrapped in a strong wind, brutally smashing towards Ye Ling.
"Well received!"
A cold smile curled on Ye Ling's lips, he swung his hand, and dashes of saber light crazily shot out from the blade, headed straight for Xiang Qiankun!
Whoosh, whoosh!
Ye Ling, holding the demon saber, flickered his figure, and instantly appeared in front of Xiang Qiankun like a ghost.