An impostor had actually managed to turn the clouds with one hand and cover the rain with the other in the Central Continent, even deceiving his own friends and brothers and making them willingly fight to the death for him.
The thought enraged him. This time, he would definitely reclaim everything that belonged to him.
Only after [Ye Lin] and his group departed did the old man slowly make his way outside the main hall.
"Go on, go on. Victory or defeat will be decided this time. What bloody battle for the great era, what bloody fight against the Stowaways of the present world—these juniors just love playing around with all this meaningless nonsense."
"Fight. Better yet, fight until both sides are left battered and broken. Best of all, kill Ye Lin."
A flash of viciousness passed through the old man's eyes. This time, for the sake of his scheme and this impostor, he had expended an enormous amount. Even as a Golden Immortal, he was struggling to bear it.
Having paid such a tremendous price and given him his three thousand finest disciples, he hoped the fellow would not disappoint him.
The best possible outcome would be for Ye Lin to die suddenly before this impostor arrived. Then he could completely replace Ye Lin without losing a single soldier.
But that was probably unrealistic.
Even if he wanted to kill Ye Lin from afar now, there was not the slightest hope of success. On one hand, Ye Lin was protected by fortune; provoking him could easily bring fortune's backlash.
On the other hand, a Golden Immortal expert had deliberately obscured the heavenly secrets, while several Golden Immortal auras secretly stood guard in the shadows.
For old monsters like them, even trying to tamper with matters from afar was harder