Ye Lin watched Li Xiaoyao with a grim expression. He had struck in haste without paying attention just now, and had paid a painful price for it. Li Xiaoyao's strength truly was far from ordinary.
"You dare call me a fake when you can't even beat Xiaoyao? Only when you can defeat him will you be qualified to speak with me."
"I never argue with others, because that only wastes time. What I like is seeing the truth beneath our hands."
Ye Lin shook his head as he mocked the Ye Lin before him.
He could not even defeat Li Xiaoyao—where had he found the nerve to impersonate him?
And he even looked so smug, as if no one knew where he had gotten such confidence.
Once Ye Lin finished speaking, Dugu Feng and Poison Venerable felt their hearts settle as well. Indeed, ever since they had come to know Ye Lin, they had understood his style of doing things.
That was, Ye Lin did not like wasting words. He only took action.
And judging from his conduct, the fellow before them truly did not seem like the Ye Lin they knew.
By now, they had more or less confirmed it. This fellow should be an impostor.
Did he really think they were fools, or that Ye Lin was a fool, trying to replace Ye Lin in such a manner?
Wasn't this method looking down on people far too much?
"You truly deserve to die."
Ye Lin glared hatefully at Li Xiaoyao, then slowly drew the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor from behind his back.
When Ye Lin saw the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in that fellow's hand, his brows rose. Well now, this guy had come thoroughly prepared—even the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor had