At the sight of Ye Lin, the air around them fell utterly still. Everyone held their breath, not daring to so much as gasp.
The pressure Ye Lin brought with him was simply too overwhelming. None of them dared act rashly.
"The war is over, and you're bullying the weak here? Who gave you that right? Hm?"
Ye Lin looked at the Lizard God Patriarch as a vast, righteous aura bore down upon him. He had only just emerged from seclusion and encountered something like this—it was utterly intolerable.
During the great war, no one had seen him contribute much. Yet once victory was won, he was the first to jump out, bullying the weak and harvesting the fruits of victory?
Suppressing the war's heroes for the sake of claiming those fruits? Such conduct deserved a thousand cuts.
Seeing Ye Lin, Li Yixian below struggled to his feet. He looked at Ye Lin, tears welling in his eyes.
Nameless Mountain's greatest backer had finally arrived.
Their Nameless Mountain had someone to stand up for them. They had a backer too.
Taichu, meanwhile, wore a gratified expression. Ye Lin reaching such heights was precisely what he had hoped to see.
"Ye Lin, this matter has nothing to do with you. You should not interfere."
Beneath Ye Lin's pressure, the Lizard God Patriarch spoke with difficulty. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his face looked exceedingly grim.
As expected of the expert who had once defeated Qin Wudao. Mere pressure alone left him unable to move.
"Oh? This has nothing to do with me?"
Ye Lin raised a brow. The next instant, the Lizard God Patriarch's body was slammed straight into the ground, kicking up towering clouds of dust.
"Who told you it had nothing to do with me? Qin Wudao?