"Useless, useless, truly useless! How could you be so stupid? Why are you so stupid?"
Within the great hall, the old man stared at the light screen before him. Displayed upon it was the scene of his perfect creation being cut down by Ye Lin.
He was so enraged that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged. The entire hall was filled with the dense might of a Golden Immortal, making the cultivators guarding outside tremble.
Their faces were filled with terror. The wrath of a Golden Immortal meant something disastrous was about to happen.
"After all my calculations, I never expected you to actually dare confront Ye Lin face-to-face. What am I supposed to say about you?"
The old man stroked his beard, his face full of fury. His features had twisted together from rage.
He had never imagined that the masterpiece he had gone to such lengths to create would be this foolish—actually going to confront Ye Lin directly.
Do you think I don't know whether you're Ye Lin? Do you think I don't know how strong you are?
The Invincible Art Ye Lin cultivated was the orthodox Invincible Art. Your Invincible Art merely carried a trace of this old man's Golden Immortal might.
Against other True Immortal cultivators, it could crush them with ease, but before Ye Lin, all of it was beneath mention.
That was the root of his fury. It was simply too stupid—unskilled, yet loved to play around.
Now this was wonderful. The thing he had expended enormous resources and paid a massive price to create was gone. Completely gone.
Even his three thousand white-clad peak True Immortal prodigies would likely be dragged down with it.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Truly useless.
"Close the mountain gates."
Once his