“Reason or the fist!?” Yang Ye’s voice resounded like a sonorous bell.

The woman stared fixedly at Yang Ye, but there was no fear or terror in her eyes, there was only calmness.

“Yang Ye, did you come here to put on a show of your strength? If you did, then you’ve succeeded, and you can leave.” Meanwhile, a voice suddenly resounded from within the city.

A Saint!

Yang Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly, and then he dispersed his intent sword and looked in the ...