Ye Lin struck the old man with a single slap, shattering all his meridians and even ripping the dragon sinews from within his body.
This old man was a mighty expert at the level of a Three-Tribulation Loose Immortal. Out in the world, these dragon sinews would have been treasures one could only stumble upon by chance, never seek out.
Yet these dragon sinews, giving off a faint white glow, were casually tossed onto the surface of the deep sea by Ye Lin.
"Where did you come from? Point out the way."
Gripping the old man by the neck, Ye Lin spoke blandly.
Even now, the old man remained utterly dazed. He had long since lost his earlier calm amid storm and cloud; he now looked incomparably miserable.
His face was pale with weakness, his entire body drenched in blood, and all his cultivation had been crippled. He was now nothing more than a useless dragon.
If not for the fact that his draconic essence remained, he would not even be a match for a mere Golden Core Demon Beast.
And now, any Nascent Soul Realm Demon Beast that came along could torture him to death with ease.
This filled him with boundless grief and fury.
Everything had happened in the space of a spark flying from flint. Before he even had time to react, he had ended up like this.
"Point the way. Hurry."
At that moment, Ye Lin's cold snort entered the old man's ears. The old man shuddered all over, then tremblingly raised a hand and pointed in a direction.
At the same time, his eyes were filled with hatred.
Ye Lin had crippled him with effortless ease. From that alone, it was clear that Ye Lin's cultivation far surpassed his own.
So far beyond him that