Countless dark-gold specks scattered in all directions, and with the sheer force emanating outwards, Ye Xuan's body utilized this thrust to burst forth, swiftly closing in on Hei Sha.
"The one who will die is you."
Seeing Ye Xuan surge towards him, a surge of murderous intent increased sharply in Hei Sha, and his hand, which held a dagger, stabbed towards Ye Xuan with even greater ferocity, intending to strike him down in one fell swoop.
However, just as the murderous intent on his body peaked, he saw a hint of mockery flash through Ye Xuan's eyes. In the next instant, he saw Ye Xuan suddenly stretch out his palm. On his palm, a dark-gold light flashed, and a dragon scale the size of an egg subtly appeared.
The moment the dragon scale appeared, Hei Sha's pupils abruptly constricted, and a sense of impending death quietly crept into his mind.
"No!"