"No, Lin Zisheng, save me!"
Watching Ye Lin's punch, Xiao Chen's usually calm face was now filled with terror. He could feel the fear of death in that blow.
"Stop! Sword Slashes Heaven and Earth—slash!"
Seeing this, Lin Zisheng was horrified. Xiao Chen was the younger brother of the woman he was involved with, and she knew all about his plans. If Xiao Chen died here, she would never forgive him once they got out.
"Get lost."
Ye Lin summoned the Ice Soul Needles from his Spatial Ring and flicked one toward Lin Zisheng. The needle shot out like a bullet.
Lin Zisheng could only block it in a hurry.
"No!"
A deafening boom rang out as Ye Lin's punch sent Xiao Chen flying into the air. His entire body was covered in blood.
"Seven Kill Fist!"
Ye Lin threw another punch. The illustrious personal disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect was killed by two punches.
"Now it's your turn."
Ye Lin turned his gaze toward the fat man in the distance. Feeling Ye Lin's eyes on him, the fat man's expression hardened.
"Damn it, Lin Zisheng, you dumbass! Your intel was totally wrong. You brought us here to die?"
The fat man cursed Lin Zisheng, then pulled out a Compass. Just as he was about to use it, a tiger's roar sounded beside him.
"Tiger Roars in the Mountain Forest!"
At some point, Ye Lin had appeared in front of Wu Tian. Without hesitation, he punched Wu Tian.
Before Wu Tian could react, his breath was already gone. His body lay stiff on the ground.
He was only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. There was no way he could withstand Ye Lin's punch.
Seeing Wu Tian dead, Ye Lin crouched and took the Formation Disk from his hand,