And now that his True King Sacred Body had completely entered the second layer, it was time to settle the score with these two.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the blood-red figure before her, a trace of wariness flashed through Wang Qingxian's eyes.
Though that had merely been a casual strike from her, it was not something just anyone could neutralize.
"I'm Ye Lin. Haven't you been looking for me all this time? Now I'm standing right in front of you. What, can't recognize me?"
Ye Lin looked coldly at Wang Qingxian.
"You're Ye Lin?"
Wang Qingxian frowned, then looked toward Ye Xin beside her.
Ye Xin was dumbfounded as well. The person before him really was Ye Lin, but when had this guy become so powerful?
Wang Qingxian was a fifth-layer Golden Immortal. Yet Ye Lin had so easily dissolved even her casual strike?
"This... is indeed Ye Lin."
Sensing Wang Qingxian's questioning gaze, Ye Xin said through gritted teeth.
"Oh? You were the one who killed disciples of my Immortal-Slaying Sect?"
Having learned the truth, Wang Qingxian turned back to Ye Lin.
"Idiot. Of course I had to kill them. If I don't take them out, you'll die too."
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor abruptly appeared in his grasp, a blood-red gleam flashing across its blade.
"Arrogant."
Ye Lin's sheer arrogance infuriated Wang Qingxian.
If Ye Lin had kept a lower profile and sincerely apologized to her, she might have let the matter slide for the sake of his strength—turning a major matter into a minor one, and a minor one into nothing at all.
But this fellow before her was arrogant beyond measure. Did he really think himself invincible beneath the heavens?
"Die."
Wang Qingxian struck directly. Since