Suddenly, a strand of sword intent seeped out from within Yang Ye.

The old man shook his head slightly and was about to speak. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he instantly dispersed his technique. Meanwhile, his hair had instantly turned from black to snow white. Moreover, there were even many times more wrinkles on his face. He seemed like he’d instantly aged 100 years!

“What sword intent is that?” The old man’s eyes had shock in them.

“Decay ...