Ripples began to spread through the space beside the Blood Clan ancestor.
A moment later, a figure stepped out of the rippling space.
It was an old man leaning on a cane. Dressed in green robes and with a weathered face, he carried no discernible aura whatsoever.
His face was aged, yet his eyes were as deep as the stars above the nine heavens.
One careless glance into those profound eyes was enough to make one fall into them.
"Young man, in a single month, you slaughtered three cities of the Blood Clan. During that time, you also massacred a Myriad Demon Mountain and the Hundred Thousand Mountains."
"In merely one month, you have wrought such slaughter that heaven and man alike rage against you. Today, you cannot be spared."
"But Heaven cherishes life. Hand over that fiendish weapon you have tempered with the blood and vital essence of countless living beings over this past month, and this old man may spare you a Path of Life."
Halfway through, the old man suddenly changed his tone, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
By the end, Ye Lin understood. This old bastard had not come with any good intentions either.
He started by preaching a whole load of lofty principles, but in the end, wasn't he simply coveting Ye Lin's Bloodthirsty Demon Sword?
He really did not look like a good person.
"You old bastard, I thought you might be some interesting character. Turns out you're just another beast wearing a human face."
"Then come and take it yourself."
Ye Lin placed the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword before him and stood behind it, watching with a smiling expression. He made no move at all, as though he truly intended to give the sword to the old man.
"At least you know