"Just the three of you?"
Ye Lin looked at the three before him and could not help asking.
"What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist? Could it be that you look down on us?"
Hearing Ye Lin's question, Xu Xing, who had been reclining in his chair, sat upright and fixed his eyes on Ye Lin.
"That's not what I mean. I only heard that this trip to Dragon Head Mountain is quite dangerous."
Ye Lin shook his head.
Of the three before him, two were early-stage True Immortals and one was a mid-stage True Immortal. Honestly, they were not much to look at.
"Fellow Daoist, it is us you will be facing. As for the rest, they are merely rats lurking in the shadows—not worth fearing."
Xu Xing threw back his head and laughed, all the while casting glances around him.
Hearing Xu Xing's words, those hiding in the shadows clenched their fists, but their bodies were honest—they did not dare make any rash moves.
"Fellow Daoist, if you wish to enter Dragon Head Mountain, you must first pass our trial."
"Fellow Daoist, please."
Lion, the burly man from before, laughed loudly. Gripping his long saber in both hands, he advanced toward Ye Lin step by step.
"I'll take care of the two early-stage True Immortals."
Just as Ye Lin was about to make his move, Poison Venerable behind him stepped forward first, sending a palm strike at Lion. At the same time, he did not forget to drag Xu Xing, who was watching the show from afar, into the battlefield.
At once, the battle of the three True Immortals unleashed violent waves of force. The surroundings were left devastated, and the earth was shattered again and again.
The space of the Central Domain was incomparably sturdy; even