C1963 A Level Five Saint Dark Race

"Really?"

A playful expression appeared on Ye Lee's face.

"Junior, you are courting death!"

The old man looked at the expression on Ye Lee's face and could not help but be extremely furious.

"Die!"

All of a sudden, the old man thrust his palm at Ye Lee.

All of a sudden, a terrifying Spiritual Energy attack swept out from the old man's palm.

There was no change on Ye Lee's face