What's more, in the Star River Cosmos, what mattered wasn't strength, but the ways of the world and human relationships.
Letting one Yan Batian go was no great matter. To him, a defeated opponent would never enter his eyes.
He was not arrogant enough to scorn everything.
If he killed Yan Batian now, at most his prestige would soar for a time. And then? Would the Human Race forces in the Northern Demon Domain suffer a wholesale massacre at the hands of the Great Rock Empire?
Would the Great Rock Empire issue a wanted notice for him throughout the Demon Domain?
There was no benefit to him in doing so.
When your strength was lacking, you had to bow your head when it was time to do so. This wasn't some brainless power-fantasy novel where you did nothing but slaughter your way forward. Did he really take those old monsters who had cultivated for tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of years for idiots?
In the end, would he treat those old monsters who had cultivated for so many years like radishes to be chopped down at will?
If they wanted to deal with you, then even with rules restricting them, they had plenty of ways to make trouble for you.
"I lost. You're very strong, but I refuse to accept this. We will meet again someday, Blood Baleful. Wait for me."
Yan Batian looked solemnly at Ye Lin, then turned and left.
Before leaving, he did not utter any threatening words. He merely made a promise.
After all, he had already lost, and had even forced his father's incarnation to save his life. If he went off spouting threats like an idiot, then he really would be an idiot.
Watching Yan Batian leave, Ye Lin merely smiled faintly.