He had never been able to stand these bald heads. Just thinking that one of his clones was a big bald man smiling at him kindly all day long sent a chill down his spine.
"Alright."
Wu Wang answered in a low voice. Then he swung out his palm, and Wuchen's head burst like a watermelon. The headless corpse crashed onto the ground like a meteor.
The blood left behind on it was absorbed by the earth.
The corpse of a True Immortal was extraordinarily valuable.
Its blood alone was a priceless treasure.
To cultivators of the mortal realm or Earth Immortals, a single drop of ordinary blood from a True Immortal surpassed countless great medicines in the world.
The life essence contained within it was terrifyingly abundant.
Put it this way: if a drop of ordinary True Immortal blood fell into a low-level world, once that world's will had fully absorbed it, it would immediately stir up a so-called spiritual energy resurgence within that world.
That was the wonder of a single drop of True Immortal blood. To mortal-realm cultivators, it was an invaluable treasure.
Some factions even captured Rogue Cultivator True Immortals everywhere, drawing their blood to sell for money.
But to Ye Lin, the blood of these True Immortals held no value whatsoever.
"Young Master."
"Young Master."
After Ye Lin withdrew his three clones, he saw Human Race prodigies arriving from all directions, every one of them wearing an excited expression.
"Have you dealt with them all?"
Looking at the nine of them, all intact, Ye Lin smiled. Of the nine, only Wan Feng's aura was steady; the others' auras were somewhat disordered.
Their overall strength had already been made clear in that moment.
"Yes, all dealt with. Those fellows may have been arrogant, but they did