"So, you're a grandmaster. You three hold him off. Once I finish off this Desert North Swordsman, I'll come help you."
At this moment, the madman who had once been utterly arrogant gradually turned solemn. Regardless of appearances, the ability to project inner force alone was the hallmark of a grandmaster.
No grandmaster could be underestimated, because he himself was merely a grandmaster as well.
"I never expected such a tiny place to harbor a grandmaster-level expert."
The three Soul-Hooking Envoys swung the chains in their hands as they advanced toward Ye Lin, while the horse bandits around them hurriedly retreated. They were no fools—facing a grandmaster-level expert, they stood no chance whatsoever.
These were grandmaster-level experts said to be capable of taking an enemy general's head amid ten thousand troops. Before a grandmaster, people like them were nothing more than slightly larger ants.
"Grandmaster, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you leave now, we can let bygones be bygones."
One of the Soul-Hooking Envoys spoke slowly. In the end, they still did not wish to offend a grandmaster-level expert.
Among the seven great dynasties, the pinnacle of combat power was the grand grandmaster, with grandmasters occupying the second tier. Even under their prince, there were only three grandmaster-level experts.
Offending a grandmaster-level expert was simply a nightmare.
Ye Lin merely lifted his foot calmly, then stomped hard onto the ground. At once, a surge of air rolled outward. Before the three Soul-Hooking Envoys around him could react, their bodies were sent flying.
They crashed heavily in the distance, all breath gone.
"An Invincible Grandmaster?"
The madman, who had been watching this side of the battlefield, changed expression. A flicker of fear flashed through his eyes. Grandmasters, too, were divided into ranks: ordinary grandmasters and Invincible Grandmasters.