"Damn it, every one of those little brats is too weak to fight, yet they love barking like dogs. Let me go over there and cut him down. After this, I'm not coming back—I'll stay on the battlefield. Whoever dares come at me, I'll kill them."
Hearing this, Li Xiaoyao, seated beside Ye Lin, could no longer hold himself back. He had always had a fiery temper, and now the enemy had come right up to their doorstep. How was he supposed to endure it?
"No rush. If he likes cursing, let him curse. The Buddhist army advances ten thousand star miles, while we hold our position."
After pondering for a moment, Ye Lin spoke. Right now, he was waiting—waiting for Poison Venerable to arrive with his people.
The Buddhist Sect's apparent advance of ten thousand star miles was, in truth, merely Li Changsheng putting pressure on him.
Li Changsheng did not dare start a war lightly now. After all, this was a conflict between the younger generation, and everything remained within Li Changsheng's control.
If a real fight broke out and all these Qilin Clan powerhouses were wiped out, truly provoking the Qilin Clan would leave no one any better off.
Though this great era belonged to the younger generation and the older powerhouses were not allowed to interfere, that did not mean you could ride on the older generation's necks and dance wildly.
Anyone who truly dared act that way would be a complete idiot.
The older generation simply did not wish to be tainted by the karmic ties of this great era. Did you really think they were afraid of you?
Which of the older powerhouses who had lived until now had not experienced a great era themselves? Their knowledge and methods were far beyond anything one