"Madman, suppress this man at once. The prince gave you money, not to have you come here and watch the show."
At that moment, one of the Soul-Hooking Envoys was sent flying. Only after smashing through a tree did his body finally stop. He then turned to look at the man on horseback who was watching the spectacle.
"What are you in such a hurry for?"
The man laughed. Then, with a sudden burst of force, he shot into the air and planted a foot on the old man's shoulder. The old man immediately spat out blood and staggered back several steps.
Yet the man refused to let up, stomping several times on the old man's chest. The old man was sent flying backward, his body smashing viciously into the tree behind him. He slid down and fell to the ground.
"Desert North Swordsman? Nothing much."
Madman looked at the old man before him, his face full of disdain.
I haven't even started trying, and you're already done for? Too weak.
"Cough, cough... Damn it. Young friend, would you be willing to lend this old man a hand? Although I do not know why you seek the Wuxin Clan, if you are willing to help me, this old man will personally take you to find them."
"There is a sacred relic within the Wuxin Clan's Ancestral Land. Only I know where that relic is. This old man will take you to find it."
At this moment, the old man looked toward Ye Lin, who was calmly drinking tea in the distance, and spoke. Anyone else faced with this scene would already have been scared out of their wits, yet Ye Lin could still drink tea so calmly. The old man felt that Ye Lin was no ordinary man.
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