The rules were clearly laid out here. If they had waited until the final five hours to begin slaughtering, no one would have blamed them, because that was what the rules allowed.
But they should never have started a massacre before the rules had even taken effect.
Watching the middle-aged man vanish, Ye Lin and Poison Venerable exchanged a glance. Both could see the fighting spirit in the other's eyes.
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. I've already looked into it. None of the forces behind those heavenly geniuses have a Grand Unity Mysterious Immortal overseeing them. At most, they have True Immortals. Still, within their respective clans, those people count as top-tier combat power."
"If they want to avenge their own heavenly geniuses, they'll first have to weigh whether they have the strength to do so."
Poison Venerable sneered, and Ye Lin understood the meaning behind his words.
A group of True Immortals coming to seek revenge on them?
That was not revenge at all—it was simply delivering themselves as natural sparring partners.
"Fellow Daoist, once we're out, shall we head to the Hundred Cities Alliance together?"
As Ye Lin walked toward Eastern Deity, Poison Venerable's voice came from behind him.
"Sure."
Hearing Ye Lin's affirmative reply, Poison Venerable smiled and nodded to himself.
All this time, whenever those living beings saw him, they scattered as though they had seen a vicious ghost.
Even those so-called heavenly geniuses of the various clans had not dared speak with him, as though afraid he would devour them.
Yet Ye Lin was the first person he had encountered who suited his tastes.
Those who feared him and dreaded him would never earn so much as a second glance from him. All their lives, they could only live beneath his shadow.
But Ye Lin was