At this moment, the white-browed old man was getting more and more confused. How could an ordinary cultivator reach Ye Xuan's level?
Furthermore, Ye Xuan's palm technique actually made him feel pressured. Every time the white-browed old man exchanged blows with Ye Xuan, he felt like he was fighting a giant. It was a terrible feeling.
'No, I can't let this drag on any longer. I have to use my trump card!'
After hesitating for a while, the white-browed old man made his decision.
"Haha, this little guy is really something. He's only a mid-stage supreme realm expert, yet he's able to fight the white-browed old man to a standstill."
"I'm getting more optimistic about his chances. I can't believe there was such a peerless genius hidden in the Great Wilderness Divine sect," a white-haired old man in a Daoist robe muttered to himself.
He believed that if the white-browed old man did not use his trump card, only defeat awaited him.