"Who are you?"
Wang Wu shouted, a trace of fear filling his voice.
The man before him had done nothing, yet his body was already unable to move.
An expert—a supreme expert.
"How did you obtain your cultivation? Tell me truthfully."
Ye Lin walked step by step until he stood before Wang Wu, his eyes fixed on him.
Gao Xiong, who was still sprawled on the ground, had not expected things to change so quickly either.
He looked at Ye Lin, then at Wang Wu.
In the end, as though he had understood something, he obediently rose and stood behind Ye Lin.
That was right. He had been muddle-headed earlier.
How could someone capable of coming here from a place as distant as the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty be ordinary?
If he truly were ordinary, he would never have made it here alive.
Why had he failed to notice that earlier?
Why had he not figured it out?
"What are you talking about? I cultivated all of my cultivation myself."
A flicker of panic flashed through Wang Wu's eyes as he shouted.
"Your foundation is very solid, but amid that solidity lies a trace of instability. One look is enough to tell that external means were used to forcibly raise it."
"But I am curious. What exactly could raise you from the Dao Integration realm to the Tribulation Transcendence realm?"
"That thing must be quite extraordinary, shouldn't it?"
"Tell me. Otherwise, I will let you experience what true hell is."
Ye Lin looked at Wang Wu and spoke calmly.
Yet beneath that calm tone lurked a chilling killing intent that made one's hair stand on end.
That killing intent was icy cold.
"I... I only attained this level of cultivation with the Blood Gang's supreme treasure."
Wang Wu had wanted