"Do you dare lay a hand on a Marquis of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty traveling abroad?"
Seeing that enormous hand about to suppress them, Ye Lin finally unhurriedly took an Identity Token from his robes and held it before him.
A faint golden glow radiated from the token's surface, along with an aura of supreme majesty.
The next instant, the palm actually stopped silently before Ye Lin, less than a foot away from him.
Yet that single foot was like a heavenly chasm, impossible to advance even an inch through.
"Damn it, they're actually Marquises of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty."
The huge hand before Ye Lin dispersed, revealing the old man's gloomy face as he cursed under his breath.
Though he had no idea where these fellows had obtained such a thing, that very thing made him not dare attack again.
He knew all too well how domineering that Emperor of the Human Race was.
If he had killed Ye Lin and the others before they revealed their identities, then naturally all would have remained well.
But now that Ye Lin and the others had revealed their identities, if he still dared to attack, he would be slapping the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty in the face—slapping that Emperor in the face.
There would no longer be any place for him anywhere on the entire Origin Continent.
After all, the token possessed another special function: once Ye Lin died, the image from before his death would be transmitted directly through the token to the central authority of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty.
When that time came, what awaited him would be the wrath of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty.
That was the true reason no one dared obstruct officials of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty when they traveled abroad.