"Now, it's your turn."
The moment Lin Langtian's voice fell, the air above the sea surface seemed to freeze.
The black-armored middle-aged man, the Dark Spirit Clan's High Earthly Supreme, had his pupils contract sharply as a bone-deep chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his heavenly spirit cover.
He had lived for centuries and seen countless Experts, but he had never seen a High Earthly Supreme of the same level who could make him feel such an intense threat of death.
Three punches. Three Low Earthly Supremes. All had died violently in an instant.
Even he might not have been able to achieve such clean, decisive combat power.
"Who exactly are you?" The black-armored middle-aged man's voice no longer held its earlier domineering tone. Instead, it carried a hint of fear.
"My Dark Spirit Clan has no grudge or feud with you. Why interfere in our clan's affairs?"
Lin Langtian stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "I told you, I was only passing by. You were the ones who insisted on attacking me."
The black-armored middle-aged man's expression stiffened, and regret flooded his heart.
If he had known this young man before him was so troublesome, he never would have let his subordinates make a reckless move.
But it was too late for anything now. The other party had already killed his men; this matter could not possibly end peacefully.
"You killed my people. You ought to give an explanation," he said in a low voice, trying to salvage some face.
"My Dark Spirit Clan has operated in the Endless Sea for thousands of years. We are not to be trifled with."
The corners of Lin Langtian's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.
In that smile were mockery, coldness, and an