"No need. If you can defeat me, you may leave."
Before the old man could finish, Ye Lin coldly cut him off. How annoying—he had to keep babbling before a fight.
"Hahaha, good. Boy, remember this: there is no grudge between us. Don't blame this old man for bullying the young today."
After speaking, the old man rose with a hearty laugh, his aura bursting forth. The countless disciples behind him instantly flushed red. This old man had remained at the lowest rung of the Earth Immortal realm for a million years, his cultivation incomparably profound.
If he had the aid of heavenly treasures, reaching the peak of the Earth Immortal realm would likely only be a matter of time.
Even some Inner Sect disciples did not dare confront this old man head-on.
"Boy, I'll give you a chance. You strike first. Otherwise, if word gets out that this old man bullied the young, wouldn't I become the subject of gossip?"
The old man laughed heartily, clearly not taking Ye Lin seriously. Judging by Ye Lin's current aura, he was merely at the middle stage of the Earth Immortal realm.
In the Immortal realm, every minor stage was a separate heaven. He was confident he could fight a peak Earth Immortal without losing—would defeating a junior at the middle stage of the Earth Immortal realm not be as easy as taking something from his pocket?
"Remember this. Today, I'll break one of your arms. Before you come looking for trouble with me again, weigh yourself carefully."
As Ye Lin spoke, a tide of Blood Baleful Qi surged straight into the heavens, blasting apart even the clouds in the sky.
Before that Blood Baleful Qi, the surrounding disciples were like ants. Each of them stood frozen in midair, not daring to