For a moment, the air fell silent. The space around them became so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.
"Hahaha, you really know how to joke."
In the end, the Blood Demon Sect disciple could not hold back any longer. He gave an awkward laugh.
However, when he looked into Ye Lin's calm, unruffled eyes, he froze, disbelief gradually spreading across his face.
"You... really threw it away?"
"Mm."
For a moment, they could only stare at one another in awkward silence.
"Where did you throw it?"
"I don't know."
At this moment, the fury in the hearts of the four black-robed figures surrounding Ye Lin had completely stacked to the brim. Each of them glared at Ye Lin with eyes full of rage.
The Sacred Blood Scythe was a lower-grade Boundless Artifact—the Blood Demon Sect's treasure that suppressed the sect, the very treasure upon which their sect had been founded.
And now, he had actually thrown it away? Thrown it... away?
This was enough to make them mad with rage.
"Hahaha! Hahaha! Threw it away, threw it away—you actually threw it away!"
The black-robed man standing opposite Ye Lin burst into wild laughter. His voice shook the dense forest around them until it rustled, and in an instant, the ground trembled violently while the mountains nearby shuddered without end.
Even the clouds in the sky were thrown into turmoil.
"Today, either you die, or I die."
The black-robed man roared in fury. The Boundless Artifact they regarded as a supreme treasure had simply been tossed away, and they did not even know where it had been thrown. Wasn't this plainly treating him like a monkey for amusement?
In an instant, four powerful auras locked onto Ye Lin, and the space around him became unbreakably solid.
"You think