So, the lofty immortals were not without fear—they simply had never encountered true fear.
Immortals had not truly lost the seven emotions and six desires; ordinary matters simply could not stir the slightest interest in them.
That was why, in the eyes of mortals, immortals stood high above, proud and emotionless, fit only to be viewed from afar and looked up to.
Because to immortals, mortals were ants—filthy ants, one after another—utterly incapable of arousing the slightest interest within them.
And now, the immortals whom mortals could only look up to were trembling all over in terror before Ye Lin.
"What should I call you?"
Ye Lin softly asked the young man before him, who had taken off his black robe. At some point, Ye Lin had casually placed his hand atop the head of the black-robed man beside him.
Under the terrified gazes of the two men, Ye Lin suddenly tightened his right hand. That head burst like a watermelon beneath his grip, and even his Primordial Spirit was destroyed along with it.
To him now, ordinary True Immortal cultivators—even those at the peak of the True Immortal realm—were no different from ants. Killing them was simply too easy.
Just like crushing an ant.
"I... I'm Su Yun."
Watching his companion fall just like that, Su Yun said in a trembling voice.
The man before him was a devil, a true devil. A dignified peak True Immortal cultivator could be killed by him as easily as an ant, without the slightest effort.
Could someone like this truly be a True Immortal? He would not believe it even ten thousand times over.
"You said you were ordered to kill me. Then may I ask—who gave the order?"
With a flick of his hand, the blood on Ye Lin's hand vanished