"Boy, if you dare move even a fraction, I'll grind your bones and flesh into pulp at once!" The elderly man who had emerged from Ye Zhen's quiet room spoke with his hands clasped behind his back, his brows and beard bristling, wearing an outwardly placid expression.
But anyone who was not a fool could hear that every word from the old man had been virtually ground out through clenched teeth. He dearly wished he could slaughter Ye Zhen on the spot.
"I know you possess some Divine Ability Method that lets you vanish without warning. It is rather mysterious, but before me, you had best not use it. Otherwise, I will definitely make you regret it!" the old man shouted again.
After saying those two sentences, a peculiar light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the old man whose every hair stood on end.
"Unchanged even with blades and axes upon you, neither flustered nor panicked, steady as a mountain! Boy, with such composure, you were bound not to remain a creature trapped in a pond in the future. What a pity—why did you have to provoke our Ling family?
Why did you have to harm my Qianbi?" the old man asked again.
Ye Zhen, whose entire body was firmly locked down by the killing intent of four World King Realm Ninth Heaven Peak experts and the aura of supreme-grade Town Artifacts, swept a glance at Ling Qianbi from the corner of his eye. Then, at an extremely slow pace, he clasped his hands in salute.
Through his perception of auras, Ye Zhen knew clearly that this old man, fierce as a lion, was not lying. If even the slightest fluctuation of power arose from him, the four Town Artifacts hanging above his head would absolutely smash him into