At this, Long Aotian's pupils contracted.
"Looks like I guessed right."
Noticing Long Aotian's little movement, Ye Lin smiled broadly.
"Let me see just what it is that you care about so much."
Ye Lin reached out and grasped at the air. In an instant, Long Aotian's entire body was seized in Ye Lin's hand. Held fast in his grasp, Long Aotian stared at Ye Lin with eyes filled with hatred.
"A mighty expert from my clan will arrive soon. Let me go, or I'll make you wish you were dead."
Even now, Long Aotian was still spouting threats.
He wanted to use the power behind him to suppress Ye Lin once more.
But Ye Lin had never cared for this sort of thing—throwing one's weight around with borrowed power.
Forget a mighty expert from your clan. Even if your ancestors came, they'd have to lie flat.
"Since you still refuse to repent, I can only kill you."
Ye Lin sighed theatrically. Then, ignoring Long Aotian's nearly murderous glare, he directly crushed Long Aotian's body into a cloud of blood mist.
In the sky, a white stone floated silently in midair. It emitted a gentle white radiance; just one glance at it made one's heart feel refreshed and at peace.
Golden light covered Ye Lin's eyes. The next moment, his face broke into a smile.
This white stone was precisely the third item—the Immortal-Shattering Stone.
He had not expected his luck to be this absurdly good, finding treasures so casually.
It seemed this trip to the Southern Continent was over.
As they watched Ye Lin stand motionlessly, the sea beasts below frantically racked their brains, calculating routes of escape.
Dragon Lord had actually been crushed to death by this human with a single slap.
How could they possibly survive? It