"Earth Escape."
The next moment, Ye Lin's body burrowed into the earth and vanished, while the old man narrowed his eyes and surveyed the land below.
"You think hiding underground will save you? Naive."
The old man stretched out his withered hand, and mountain ranges exploded one after another. Countless innocent lives perished, while Ye Lin's body continuously darted through the ground, moving even faster than he could through the sky.
If not for the surrounding space repelling him and preventing him from tearing through space, he would not have been humiliated so thoroughly by this old man.
He now had no path to the heavens and no door into the earth. The entire Yao Luo Star was like a massive cage—he was the mouse, and the old man the cat, toying with him all along.
"Die."
The old man accurately pointed a finger. Ripples spread through space, and below, one of Ye Lin's arms was pierced clean through by a strand of Sword Qi. Blood sprayed as Ye Lin clutched his arm and leaped out.
Ye Lin was in a wretched state. Killing one Child of Fortune had brought such disaster upon him—it was simply not worth the loss.
"My patience has run out. It is time for you to die."
The old man's eyes brimmed with killing intent. He had played enough. Or rather, the Heavenly Dao behind him had played enough.
A Child of Fortune was like the Heavenly Dao's biological son. Ye Lin had slain the Heavenly Dao's son, provoking its boundless fury.
Now that the Heavenly Dao had had its fill of amusement, Ye Lin was meant to die.
Though the Heavenly Dao was emotionless, it only erased factors detrimental to the development of its world. A Child of Fortune was the future of a