After being ravaged by that single sword strike, these people were not all dead. The survivors struggled violently, glaring at Ye Lin with venomous eyes.
Without even discussing it, he had gone straight for the Xuanyuan Sword. Wasn't that just bullying them?
They had never seen anyone so utterly unreasonable.
If only they had Dao artifacts, then...
"Oh? Didn't you say every one of you has a Boundless Artifact? Take them out and let me have a look. I've never seen a scene where over a hundred Boundless Artifacts appear at once."
"Take them out. Let this country bumpkin broaden his horizons."
Ye Lin's expression was indifferent, and his tone even colder.
One Boundless Artifact per person? If these people truly possessed such reserves, they would not have waited until now to say it. They would likely have used them already.
Even for Golden Immortal factions, Boundless Artifacts were absolute treasures. They were normally held by important figures within the faction; as for disciples, they could forget about it.
At Ye Lin's words, the gathered prodigies behind him burst into laughter. Dugu Feng, meanwhile, simply held his wooden sword and watched in silence.
The moment these people opened their mouths, he had known they were lying.
As the young master of the Dugu Clan, its next successor, and someone personally groomed by the ancestor—
Even with such preferential treatment, the ancestor had never given him a Boundless Artifact to carry at his side.
Seeing their arrogant faces, the few remaining people stood where they were, their heads hanging in dejection.
This time, they had been completely defeated.
They had originally wanted to intimidate Ye Lin. They had originally wanted him to fear damaging the vessel for the sake of the rat, so they could negotiate with him. But who could