Blood City Scum

"Insolence! Who has the audacity to surround my Blood City? Are you tired of living?"

A roar erupted from within Blood City, and three figures clad in black robes appeared in the sky above.

Their faces were aged and gaunt, their eyes hollow and lifeless, yet they radiated a terrifying aura. Their dead-fish eyes stared fixedly at Ye Lin.

"Ye Lin, Inner Sect disciple of Nameless Mountain, has come under orders to suppress you lot of scum."

Ye Lin looked at the three before him and spoke in a cold voice.

"So, it is a high disciple of Nameless Mountain. Fellow Daoist, seeing as you are from Nameless Mountain, we shall spare your life. Withdraw with your people at once; this is not a matter you can interfere with."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Ye Lin's identity, the three showed not a shred of fear, but instead mocked him.

"It seems Nameless Mountain has been silent for too long, causing people like you to forget the majesty of Nameless Mountain."

Ye Lin's expression turned angry.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist, you have cultivated for so long to reach this realm; do not ruin yourself."

"You are still young, and there are many opportunities in the future. Withdraw quickly; this is not something you can meddle in."

"Our Blood City has been rooted in Black Sand Prefecture for over a thousand years. Why has no one dared to come and destroy us? There are many reasons for that."

"So, do you understand?"

The one standing in the center raised his head to look at Ye Lin, his voice raspy.

Their Blood City had openly allowed these enemies of the Human Race to gather, and this openness had persisted for a millennium. In those thousand years, many factions had wanted to destroy Blood City.

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