The young man turned around tremblingly and looked at Li Xiaoyao before him.
"I... I was wrong. Spare me. Killing me is no different from letting me go—killing me would only dirty your hands."
"Just let me go like a fart. I swear, I swear I won't come looking for trouble with you. I swear."
The young man fawned over Li Xiaoyao in every possible way, while Li Xiaoyao merely raised the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers in his hands and smashed them down.
The young man was instantly reduced to a puddle of mangled flesh.
"Let's go."
Only after seeing that Li Xiaoyao had dealt with them all did Ye Lin speak indifferently.
From beginning to end, he had never regarded that young man highly, nor had he regarded Xue Feng highly.
With his current fortune, any Golden Immortal powerhouse would be able to see it.
Unless a Golden Immortal powerhouse no longer cared about living, they would not make a move against him.
Because it simply was not worth it.
Who among those capable of becoming Golden Immortals did not have a few enemies? At their peak, naturally no one would dare provoke them.
But the moment they showed even the slightest hint of decline, other powerhouses would swarm them and attack as one.
Ye Lin understood this deeply. It had been exactly like this in the Demon Domain.
Many people had wanted to kill him. The instant his cultivation fell and his talent failed, he would immediately meet a violent death.
By the same logic, if a Golden Immortal made a move against him, they would inevitably have to pay a grievous price. By then, whether they themselves would still be alive would be a question worth pondering.
If they wanted revenge, at most they would send powerhouses