Ye Lin shook his head and sighed heavily.
"You..."
Qin An flew into a rage at those words. He raised a finger to point at Ye Lin, only for Ye Lin to seize it in one swift grip.
"Your Divine Kingdom has such a vast domain and mighty power—what, you won't even let people speak?"
"My Brother Lu is seriously injured and cannot fight you right now. How about this? Once Brother Lu has recovered, you can come looking for trouble with him then."
"If he loses, that will mean he himself is not up to the task. How about it? Of course, you can attack me if you want, but I won't hold back."
Ye Lin spoke each word slowly, the Blood Baleful aura around him growing incomparably dense.
At a glance, he could tell that the man before him had not been through many battles. His so-called peak True Immortal cultivation was heavily watered down.
Cultivation was something that could be piled up with resources.
For instance, if a sect had only one Golden Core cultivator holding down the fort, then that Golden Core cultivator's son could at most be raised to the Foundation Establishment Realm through resources.
But if that Sect Master was at the Mahayana Realm, things would be different. His son could be at Spirit Transformation, or even Dao Integration.
Differences in status and perspective led to such disparities.
True Immortals were powerful—extremely powerful—but to Taiyi Mystical Immortals or Golden Immortals, resources could be used to pile up a True Immortal.
Feeling the incomparably dense Blood Baleful aura around Ye Lin, Qin An's expression turned ugly, yet he did not dare make a move. Ye Lin's Blood Baleful aura alone made him feel as if he were staring upon mountains of corpses and seas of