"Ye Lin, Qin Wudao once said that Immortal Realm experts must not wage war against one another, much less fight to the death."
"Today, you cannot kill me."
Lizard God Patriarch let out an angry roar. He had absolutely no ability to fight back against Ye Lin, completely toyed with like a plaything. It filled him with fear.
After entering the Immortal Realm, this was the first time he had felt fear.
Ye Lin truly could kill him.
In the past, even when he encountered other Immortal Realm experts he could not defeat, he could at least still flee.
But before Ye Lin, he would truly die. He did not even have the strength to run.
"Oh? Qin Wudao? Do you think he would dare say that to my face?"
Seeing Lizard God Patriarch trying to use Qin Wudao to suppress him, Ye Lin found it utterly laughable. Qin Wudao? If Ye Lin gave him face, then he was the foremost figure of the Immortal Realm today.
If Ye Lin did not give him face, he was nothing at all.
Meanwhile, in the endless void, throne after throne floated in space, each occupied by a towering figure.
At the very top sat a young man. Golden light radiated from his entire body, his features hazy and indistinct, making him appear exceedingly mysterious.
The atmosphere all around was incomparably solemn, enough to inspire dread at a glance.
Then the Buddha seated near the front suddenly shifted expression. He reached into the void and seized a cluster of light. After absorbing the information within, he immediately shook his head and laughed.
"Lizard God Patriarch? Of all people, you had to provoke him. You really are afraid you haven't lived long enough."
The Buddha chuckled to himself.
As for Ye Lin, even Qin