A Buddha radiating golden light from head to toe.
A young man holding a green fan.
A woman with a frosty expression.
And a middle-aged man standing barehanded.
The four of them surrounded Ye Lin at the very center and sternly rebuked him.
Everything they said made Ye Lin want to laugh—he wanted to laugh very badly.
He had merely wanted to fight for the portion that belonged to him, yet in the end, it had somehow become his fault instead.
If those so-called Golden Immortal factions of the Demon Domain had not tried to support the Stowaways while suppressing the present era's prodigies, would he have come to this?
Even if he had left for another star domain, the outcome would have been the same.
Rather than fleeing, he might as well face it calmly. Since they would not give him any hope, all he could do was resist.
Yet now, even his resistance had become something everyone condemned.
"You stand high above us. You were born in the wrong era, yet you place the blame for your own mistake upon us. What crime should you be charged with?"
Ye Lin held the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor horizontally before him. His left hand formed a sword gesture, which he slowly drew across the blade. Everywhere his two fingers passed, the sword blade turned an incomparably vivid blood-red.
As though it had been steeped in blood.
At the same time, an utterly terrifying aura rose around Ye Lin, making all four of them tremble from head to toe.
What kind of power was this? It made even their Primordial Spirits shudder.
"Being born in the wrong era was not our wish either. We do not wish for this, either. We are part of the Demon Domain too, and