The old man with white hair had a change in expression, a grim transformation, because what Ye Feng had said almost entirely speculated his strongest move.
What Ye Feng said, even if not completely accurate, was almost right on the mark.
This is the fundamental reason for the change in the white-haired old man. At this moment, the way he looked at Ye Feng changed again.
These changes made Ye Feng appear much taller in the old man's eyes, at least, no longer as merely a cultivator with some cultivation, but like a fierce tiger traversing the jungle of this world.
It seemed that as long as this fierce tiger unleashed its power and ferocity, it could snatch away his life, even obliterate him.
As the shock swirled in the white-haired old man's heart, he snorted coldly and said, "Since you are so convinced that you can break my strongest move, then I indeed look forward to it. I want to see how you will dismantle my ultimate strike."
