"Attack."
The three figures before them exchanged glances, then turned into three streaks of light and charged at the old man.
"You little brats from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect—when this old man first made his name, Xu Changsheng was still nursing at his mother's breast. And the three of you think you can challenge me? You're courting death."
The old man let out a thunderous roar that exploded through the air, making Ye Lin and the many experts behind him feel their heads buzz.
Judging from the few words the old man had spoken, he had probably lived for an extraordinarily long time.
Ye Lin did not know how long Xu Changsheng had lived, but deathly aura swirled around this old man's body. His lifespan was clearly nearing its end.
How many years could a half-step Golden Immortal live? It was simply impossible to calculate. Yet this old man's lifespan was already approaching its limit, meaning he had clearly lived through unimaginably long ages.
For all they knew, he might be some ancient relic who had clung to life since the ancient—or even primordial—era.
"Get lost."
A tremendous boom came from afar. The three half-step Golden Immortal experts of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect who had just rushed forward were actually sent flying by a single slap from the old man.
"This old man originally had hope of stepping into the Golden Immortal realm, but you little brat refuse to appreciate kindness. Today, even if I must sever my own chance at becoming a Golden Immortal, I will still kill you."
The old man was clearly utterly enraged now, his boundless fury focused entirely on Ye Lin.
"Join forces and kill him."
Before the old man could make a move, three streams of sword light trapped him where he