The lofty superiority he had imagined was gone. His status was utterly useless before these country bumpkins.
Even if he announced his background and identity, it would only hasten his death.
It made him feel miserable—utterly miserable.
And now, he was facing a life-or-death crisis.
Why?
"He's not dead?"
Seeing that Chen Zi'ang still had the strength to flee, a trace of surprise flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
But he soon accepted it. It was normal.
Even if this guy's Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal body was battered beyond recognition, it was still a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal body.
He had only struck casually. Failing to kill him was perfectly normal.
With that, Ye Lin stopped holding back and swung his sword again.
A streak of sword light tore across the heavens toward Chen Zi'ang. Sword Qi split the sky itself, cleaving even the clouds overhead in two.
The Sword Qi struck Chen Zi'ang's body viciously, splitting him cleanly in half.
Blood sprayed through the air. Only two halves of a body remained, lying silently on the ground.
After dealing with him, Ye Lin finally turned to look in Dugu Feng's direction.
The battle on Dugu Feng's side also quickly came to an end.
These so-called attendants could be killed with a raised hand and cut down with a casual wave.
"..."
At the same time, in the Starry Sky, the powerful figures witnessing this scene all had their faces twitching.
"After killing Xue Feng, he killed Chen Zi'ang too. Old Chen, what do you think?"
The one called Old Chen was an elderly man, and his expression was dark at the moment.
Chen Zi'ang was his biological grandson.
This was a direct slap across his face.
"The Chen Family has raised him for many years, tolerated him time and again,