Dressed in a blood-red robe, wearing a blood-red mask, with a long strip of white cloth strapped to his back, he exuded a faint, almost imperceptible baleful blood aura.
"I'm the Blood Baleful you've been waiting three days for. What about it?"
Looking at the young man before him, Ye Lin's tone carried a hint of mockery.
"What about it?"
Hearing the mockery in Ye Lin's voice, the young man's fiery temper flared at once.
"You've got quite the nerve, making us wait so long. Do you know who I am? I'm the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land. My father is the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land. You little—"
Before he could finish, he discovered in horror that one of his arms had vanished.
His expression shifted from arrogance to surprise, then shock, and finally terror.
"You... you..."
"I hate it most when people point at my nose while they speak. For the sake of you being a Human Race cultivator, I spared you. Otherwise, you wouldn't still be alive to stand before me."
"May I ask why everyone has waited three days for me?"
Ye Lin walked to the front, dropped into a chair, and slowly spoke as he looked at this so-called rabble.
"Blood Baleful, we came here to enter the Void Burial with you and lend you a hand."
After Ye Lin had severed that young man's arm, everyone looked at him with a trace of gravity in their eyes.
They might have been used to acting without restraint, but that did not mean they were fools.
Ye Lin's move just now had truly made them deeply wary.
"Oh? Enter the Void Burial? Sure."
Ye Lin said in feigned surprise. When they heard his final two words, hope rose