"Heh heh heh..."
"The people of the Eight-Fan Sect certainly are impressive."
A strange laugh rang out in the sky. The expressions of the two Dou Wangs from the Eight-Fan Sect tightened as they turned toward the sky on their left. There, a black-robed figure had appeared at some unknown time.
That move alone made the people of the Eight-Fan Sect not dare to look down on Yan Lin.
"We did not know just now that you were down below, friend. You may leave on your own. However, let me offer you a word of advice: talk too much, and your life may not last long. Meddling in other people's business can sometimes cost you your own life."
The middle-aged Dou Wang's face was dark as his gaze locked firmly onto Yan Lin, his tone carrying a note of threat as he slowly spoke.
Yan Lin now possessed the strength of an eight-star Dou Wang, while these two men from the Eight-Fan Sect were only low-rank Dou Wangs, so naturally, there was no way they could detect his true strength.
However, the fact that Yan Lin had just neutralized their techniques without them noticing anything clearly meant he was no weakling either. Therefore, the two of them felt a slight wariness toward him and did not immediately attack.
Faced with the middle-aged Dou Wang's threat, killing intent flashed in Yan Lin's eyes beneath the black robe, cold light flowing within them.
Two mere low-rank Dou Wangs actually dared to bark madly at him. If he did not kill them, was he supposed to keep them around for the New Year?
The corners of Yan Lin's mouth curled into a cold smile as he said to the two Dou Wangs from the Eight-Fan Sect, "It's not hard to make me leave.