"Ah, damn it, what is this thing?"
The young man before him immediately collapsed onto the ground. Beginningless True Flame began burning fiercely all over his body. No matter how hard he tried, he could not put out those strange flames.
Ye Lin merely walked around him and headed toward Chen Zi'ang.
"Fellow Daoist, it was a joke, truly just a joke."
"My husband is the lord of Green Peak Mountain, a Golden Immortal expert. Give us some face, and you and I can be friends, right?"
Seeing his subordinate finished off in a single exchange, Chen Zi'ang cursed the fool inwardly, yet kept a kindly expression on his face as he watched Ye Lin approach.
Ye Lin only smiled faintly. A joke? He did not accept that joke.
"A joke? Then let me make a joke with you too. How about I use your life for it?"
Ye Lin sneered.
He truly did not know where all these spoiled second-generation heirs had come from.
Was it fun to toss these people in here? This was clearly sending them to seek death on their own initiative.
Perhaps the people thrown in here had already been abandoned by the elders behind them.
Their identities might be useful against other experts of the Mist Map Star Region, but what fucking use were they to prodigies from small star regions? No one would give a damn about them.
Killing them was just killing them.
Was it not just a Golden Immortal backing? As if he did not have one himself.
And Ye Lin was clearly one of that kind.
"Sword Nine, Heaven-Sundering."
In Ye Lin's eyes, Chen Zi'ang was like a leaking balloon.
A Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal body was indestructible through ten thousand tribulations, yet this fellow had mangled his to the